I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

"Sorry, I'm glad to receive your invitation, but I happen to have a client's request tonight. Have a great time!"

The Christmas-themed lights on the commercial street shimmered and reflected in the glass curtain wall behind the dark gate, like a sea of ​​stars scattered across the earth.

He politely declined Sonoko Suzuki's invitation to meet her up close, and leisurely swirled the wine glass between his fingers, creamy foam bubbling on the clear, golden beer.

"I didn't expect the organization to have a Christmas party. It's surprisingly down-to-earth."

Kuromon Haruya smiled faintly, turning her head to look at the man wiping a sniper rifle at the bar not far away. "Right, Cohen?"

"Ah, this is the first time the organization has ever held such an event."

When suddenly struck up a conversation with a complete stranger, Cohen calmly replied with a single sentence.

Although he didn't come into contact with the beer, based on Chianti's description, it seems that he has managed to recruit teammates with good personalities and attitudes, which is a good start.

Cohen looked around and kindly suggested, "This event must have some special meaning."

This is the banquet hall of the organization's Base One in the center of Tokyo, and there are far more than just the two of them present.

His partner, Chianti, took advantage of the free time before the meeting to go to training; while Vodka and Tequila, two big guys, gathered at the pool table in the distance, the atmosphere tense.

According to Gin's order that "all members of the Tokyo Operations Department must attend the Christmas party," Calvados and the newcomer Vienna from the sniper team are currently missing.

“Indeed, I don’t think Gin has that kind of elegance.” Kuromon Haruya raised his glass, pointing it at the entrance of the venue.

Cohen nodded in agreement. To be honest, when he and Chianti received the message, their first reaction was that the FBI had called to hack into the organization's channel!

Speak of the devil, and he appears. The door opens and closes, and a chilling air rushes in through the crack.

Amidst the rising and falling bubbles of the liquor in his glass, Gin, clad in his ever-present stand-up collar trench coat, led Asami Narumi and Masato Hanzawa into the venue.

"Hey, isn't that Guinness World Records?"

Vodka stared at the intelligence officer with a puzzled look, and took the initiative to ask the question on behalf of the other members present who were equally curious.

Gin untied the black scarf wrapped around his neck, expertly pulled a cigar from a hidden compartment in the bar, and lit it in his glass as an aromatherapy item.

"In exchange for Calvados, Guinness will take over all future departmental meetings."

After the boss retired, the rifts between departments widened, but the atmosphere was definitely not affected by those few.

After entering, Aso and Hanzawa gathered around Kuromon Haruya, the three of them huddled together, exchanging gossip about the organization they had recently collected.

Gin: ...

Kuromon Haruya shrank back, using Hanze to block the cold gaze, signaling his companions to shift the pressure onto Vodka.

Vodka was holding his cue, contemplating the angle and power of his next shot, when he turned around and saw the trio staring intently at him.

Vodka: "Uh, bro, is it because of Vermouth?"

"Humph."

Gin let out a cold laugh, tacitly acknowledging Vodka's guess, "Calvados was bewitched by the poison gas of the mandrake and couldn't even hear his own death knell."

"Hey, Gin, who are you going to execute this time?"

A purple-blue swallowtail butterfly tattoo fluttered at the corner of her eye. Chianti pushed open the door and enthusiastically offered, "I'm also a great bell ringer!"

Seeing familiar faces, Chianti waved to the beer vendors and stood next to his partner Cohen:

"I was hoping to get some time off on Christmas Eve, so at least give us a few interesting tasks, right?"

As Kuromon Haruya leaned against the corner, arguing with Asami about whether Chianti and Cohen were in a romantic relationship, he heard Gin's malicious laughter:

"Who knows? You'll have to ask Butber."

Kuromon Haruya: What does this have to do with me? I have a bad feeling.

Based on the principle of sharing weal and woe, Asahi and Hanzawa immediately let go and retreated three meters away to prevent being accidentally injured by ricocheting bullets when Gin fired at him.

"According to that gentleman's instructions, all departments of the organization will conduct annual summaries and finalize reward and punishment accounts today."

"And Butber, in the past five months, you have completed zero tasks."

jingle.

Chianti dropped the sniper rifle parts she was maintaining to the ground. She quickly reached out to pick them up, then looked down at the barrel to indicate that she didn't need to be noticed.

But that wasn't all. Gin took out his familiar Beretta and replaced the magazine on it:

"Guinness Beer, which was in the same period as you, completed a total of 22 missions, while Vienna Beer even wiped out several rivals in the south for the organization."

Tequila watched the black eight-ball fly onto the vodka hat, silently put down the cue stick, and decided to stop and listen attentively to the gossip.

When Beretta pointed a gun at him, Yoruichi Kuromon thought that he might have the honor of becoming the most targeted member of the organization.

Gin: "Come on, let's start defending our lives."

Faced with his son's threat, Kuromon Yōya's first reaction was to reveal Kurokawa Kagemitsu's secrets to draw attention away from him. But after a moment's thought, he realized that this didn't fit the persona of "Kuromon Yōya."

As a newcomer to the organization with a background and unwilling to engage in criminal activities, having a close relationship with the boss's agent is no different from throwing a flare in public.

After racking his brains, Kuromon Haruya finally managed to extract a memory from the chaotic daily routine:

"...Actually, I did complete a mission, which was to go to your safe house on July 2nd."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. After being reminded, Gin pulled the safety pin, and his murderous intent, which he hadn't intended to carry out, was immediately awakened.

Kuromon Haruya raised his hands and leaned against the wall in surrender, secretly holding a grudge:

What message did Sugrid send?! His original intention in proposing the year-end settlement was to cut unnecessary expenses for the intelligence department; who said anything about evaluating year-end performance?!

At Base No. 2 on the outskirts of Tokyo, Kagemitsu Kurokawa, who was reading the intelligence department's financial report, sneezed.

So many years have passed, and although he doesn't know exactly what happened, he's certain that his workload will increase again after tonight.

Kagemitsu Kurokawa: I'm used to this ruthless organization.

Just when the other members of the operations department thought he was intimidated by the murderous intent and was destined to be either dead or crippled, Kuromon Haruya calmly spoke, directly hitting the department's sore spot:

"I am filling the gaps in the operations department."

In terms of my true identity, I hold the highest social status in the entire department. If necessary, I can help smear other members of the intelligence department, making them look like the intelligence department itself.

Chianti was the first to lose her temper, slamming her hand on the table and demanding, "Huh? What kind of excuse is that?"

But all she got in response was silence.

Gin scanned the group of action department members, whose social identities were almost entirely those of passersby, wanted criminals, and unidentifiable individuals, and fired a shot while using a Beretta to refill his cigarette.

Chianti: "Wait?! No way!"

Ignoring Chianti, Gin raised his hand and tapped the bar counter. A series of taps, encrypted with a special frequency, caused the nanmu wood surface to vibrate slightly.

Behind the bar, a huge wine cabinet against the wall moved smoothly and silently into the wall, revealing a hidden secret room.

The room, decorated in an old-fashioned Western style, currently contains only a burgundy round table with nine seats.

Nine waiters, dressed as waiters and wearing black masks, stood behind their respective seats, like shadows of the same origin, bowing in unison to greet them.

"Welcome, esteemed sirs."

"Ugh, how creepy!" Fan Ze screamed inwardly, his scalp tingling at their mechanical, stiff movements.

Gin took the lead and sat down at the seat with the word "GIN" on it, gesturing for others to sit down.

"Take a seat and then gladly accept the gentleman's encouragement."

Each person's seat was set with exquisite tableware, with amethyst-carved lids covering blue and white porcelain plates.

No member of the operations department had poor eyesight; they could all vaguely tell that the contents of each person's plate were different.

Kuromon Haruya readily complied with the arrangement and sat down next to Gin, feigning ignorance as she asked, "Is this a Christmas present arranged by that gentleman?"

“Yes, Lord Butber,” the attendant standing behind his chair replied softly. “In addition to the black scarf and seventy million in stored value as New Year’s gifts, that gentleman also arranged exclusive gifts for each of the codenamed members.”