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

The man in front of him drew his pistol with lightning speed and pressed it against Kudo Yusaku's forehead, allowing him to examine the weapon's details up close.

The Bernardelli P-018 is a very traditional Italian automatic pistol that was once used by the military and police, but was gradually replaced by Beretta.

This model of firearm has been discontinued, and the wear marks on its casing testify to its long combat history. Those who still use it today have a certain nostalgia for it.

"You're still collaborating with that PhD?"

Despite having a gun pointed at his head, Yusaku Kudo keenly sensed the oddity in the words.

But Kuromon Haruya just smiled dismissively and said, "We shouldn't need to report to Rum about which scientist we commission, right?"

Kuromon Haruya grabbed Kudo Yusaku's shoulder, forcing him to turn and face the house, then moved the gun to his back and pushed him up the stairs step by step:

"You have a companion. What's that woman's code name?"

Having inadvertently deceived them at the beginning, Yusaku Kudo was unwilling to gamble his wife's life on the possibility that Gil and Butbell were strangers, so he could only change the subject:

"The conflict between the two missions is a serious intelligence failure."

But Kuromon Haruya didn't buy into that at all: "Exchanging code names when you meet is the most basic rule. You can't be saying you haven't thought of your code name yet."

Using Yusaku Kudo as a human shield, Haruya Kuromon adjusted his gun and questioned, "Lady at the corner of the stairs, am I right?"

"This attitude is exactly the same as Gin's."

Yukiko Kudo, who had been hiding behind the wall, leaned out and impatiently uttered a code name: "Kir."

Just as Yoruichi Kuromon had predicted, even with guns pointed at them, these intelligence team members did not take strong measures to resist; they were merely dissatisfied.

If it were Calvados or Chianti, there would have been a huge gunfight and chaos!

"Your intelligence was wrong, so you can't blame anyone else."

Fearing that his disguise wasn't strong enough, Kuromon Haruya kept recalling the tragedy of his childhood in his mind, and his killing intent flowed out like a torrent.

After getting married and having children, Yusaku Kudo rarely gets involved in life-threatening cases anymore.

An invisible killing intent pierced his bones, and the faint phantom pain he felt sent shivers down his spine, but his heart, that of a detective, was pounding wildly because of this thrill and excitement!

Under pressure, the brilliant mind gradually recovered, and Yusaku Kudo immediately devised a method to understand the location: "Butbell..."

Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow flashed by, and Kudo Yusaku immediately lost consciousness.

Excellent work—

Yukiko Kudo, standing at the top of the stairs, witnessed her husband being knocked unconscious by Butbell with a single choke.

Based on the idea that the more you talk, the more mistakes you make, in order to prevent being exposed, Kuromon Haruya decided to manually mute the mic of the talkative Binga.

He carried the lifeless body of Yusaku Kudo on one arm and aimed a pistol at Yukiko Kudo in the other, quickly going upstairs:

“Kiel, take that brat and lead me to your base.”

Looking at Haruya Kuromon's effortless, rice-carrying posture, and then at her own slender limbs, Yukiko Kudo silently abandoned her resistance and chose to cooperate.

They are world-class figures, and even if their identities are exposed, their value as long as they live is far greater than being silenced.

…if there is time to reveal one's true identity.

"Okay, don't be impulsive!"

Just as the murderer was about to raise the pistol with the safety off again, Yukiko Kudo took small steps forward and opened the door.

You wouldn't believe it until you look down; when Yukiko Kudo looked down, she saw her unfortunate son with a gloating expression on his face.

Yukiko Kudo:?

How did she and Yusaku end up having such a reckless child?

The chaos of a criminal gang is not something ordinary people can witness; in times like these, one should take advantage of the confusion to escape!

Could that drug affect IQ?

Seeing Aunt Gil's unfriendly expression, Conan finally realized what was happening and reluctantly withdrew his grin.

Kuromon is so cool!

From the moment the doorbell rang, he pressed himself against the wall, eavesdropping on the conversation outside.

Unexpectedly, the usually composed Brother Heimen dared to use such a risky method as impersonating a member of the organization.

When he heard Binga's series of probing questions, his heart pounded like it had been hit by a football!

"Luckily, Kuromon acted decisively and knocked Binga unconscious." Conan, held in the aunt's arms, looked at Kuromon Haruya's shoulder and secretly rejoiced.

The advantage is now in my hands. Gil's skills are average, and with Black Gate's physical abilities, subduing him quickly is a piece of cake.

However, Conan was genuinely worried when he first recognized the Bernardley in his hand:

"Isn't this the model gun I usually play with when I visit someone's home?! The scratches on it were accidentally slashed a few days ago. Why doesn't Brother Kuromon bring a more powerful weapon?"

With Binga dealt with, the rest of the work became much easier.

All Kuromon Haruya needs to do is stand to the side, radiating murderous intent, and aim her gun at the target, and Kiel will automatically begin the relocation.

Unlike her son, who was at ease in the back, and her husband, who was sleeping soundly, Yukiko Kudo sat in the driver's seat in front, silently bearing the pressure of her entire family.

Haruya Kuromon leaned against the back seat, pushed aside Conan's dangling little legs, and began searching Yusaku Kudo's pockets:

"What is your next task?"

"If the task has changed and we're working with the trader, we can just postpone it."

"At least I can't be a burden to Professor Agasa anymore," Yukiko Kudo thought. "Now, all I can rely on is my extraordinary acting skills!"

"Huh, that's weird."

Conan raised his voice and innocently repeated, "But I heard that you aunties are going to meet someone named Vodka and kill your trading partner, right?"

"Oh~"

Kuromon Haruya looked at the pills in his hand and said with a playful tone, "I didn't expect you to bring out even this medicine."

A personal telephone, a handgun, and a room key labeled "Mihana Grand Hotel," numbered 301.

He unlocked his phone, but the lock screen password prevented him from exploring further.

"Wait, let's go to the Beika Grand Hotel first." Kuromon Haruya glanced out the window, pointing to a tall building in the distance: "What's Binga's phone password?"

"How could I possibly know such a thing?"

Yukiko Kudo immediately stepped on the gas and changed lanes to alter her driving direction.

As the speed increased, the distance between the Honda and the car in front gradually decreased.

Just as Yukiko Kudo was about to accelerate again, the cold sensation on her temple forced her to slow down.

"If the gun goes off accidentally due to sudden braking or an accident, Rum can't save you."

How dare they floor the gas pedal on the road? Do they know how dangerous that is?!

Knowing full well the wickedness of the organization's members, Yoya Kuromon used a traffic accident to delay the target's operation—a common tactic of Gin!

And this woman was probably doing the same thing, trying to delay his actions by rear-ending the car in front.

At the current speed, even if a car accident occurred, he would have plenty of time to react. But Conan is different; this car doesn't have a child safety seat!

Under the watchful eye of the gun, Yukiko Kudo drove the car into the underground parking lot with the same seriousness she displayed when taking her driver's license test.

She held Conan in her arms, while Haruya Kuromon supported Yusaku Kudo. Like a family of four who had been out late at night, they entered the elevator amidst the heartfelt greetings of the hotel staff.

Yukiko Kudo: I feel like my heart is completely dead.