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

crackle.

The ill-fitting leather shoes clattered silently on the steps below.

The man, whose real name was Chie Goro and who was now ranked fifth in the gang, held his breath and aimed at the corner of the stairs.

As the sounds of breathing in the surroundings gradually faded, the frantic pounding of his heart roared in his ears like a death knell. He was responsible for guarding the third floor; the other guy on the same floor had either been killed or escaped, vanishing without a trace.

But since the thing downstairs is already getting close, it's probably already dead.

Chie Goro calmed himself down, relaxed his teeth, and exhaled slowly to regulate his body, which was overly tense and excited.

As one of the five people who originally founded the group, he is not surprised by the current state of division.

Years ago, they were able to share hardships, but since they were both homeless and alone, there was nothing to fight about.

From petty theft to smuggling and murder, some people, seeing their businesses grow bigger, become increasingly ambitious. The leader wants to seize power, the second is cunning and treacherous, the third is weak and indecisive, and the only one who is on good terms with him, the fourth, loses his life in an "accident."

In his plan, this transfer was a farewell to the past. Staying in an organization with divided members was either brainless or a death wish.

Moreover, he had already contacted the legendary organization through internal channels and successfully passed the initial screening.

A wise bird chooses its tree to perch on. Compared to this place where one has to be constantly on guard against comrades being stabbed, the organization can at least get a good night's sleep.

Despite a thousand thoughts flashing through his mind, in the face of reality, they amount to nothing more than a few breaths.

This familiar, murderous silence, if not for the terrified screams and gunshots coming from the first floor, would have made Chie Goro think he was alone in some dead zone.

Qianjiang Wulang: Those people definitely don't have that kind of skill. I don't know who was willing to spend so much money to hire professional assassins to wipe them out.

"Humph."

A cold laugh echoing through the space confirmed the correctness of his vigilance—the assassin had not left.

Just as he raised his right foot, intending to strike first, the man pressed a button on his phone, and a dial tone with a specific melody began to play.

si la so la...

"Chie Goro, former member of the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force, you have passed the organizational assessment. Report to the base in Izu as soon as possible. The instructions have been sent to your email."

Not daring to gamble on whether this was a tactic to lull him into a false sense of security, Sengoro remained motionless.

On the contrary, the arrogant visitor seemed to have rushed up to the third floor just for the purpose of testing. After giving his result, he no longer concealed his footsteps and slowly walked away.

What are the people from the organization doing here?

A few minutes later, after confirming that the person had left, Chie Goro took out his phone from his pocket and began reading an email with a strange signature.

Meanwhile, Kuromon Haruya, who had just absorbed fresh blood into the organization, changed out of his Dark Baron disguise and took a detour toward the interrogation room.

Due to the civil war and riot on the first floor, both the criminals and the rescuers have changed their strategies. Currently, Conan is advancing with the SWAT team, while the second leader, realizing something is wrong, quickly clears the way and plans to use the only van.

Following the angle of his boss's shot, Kuromon Haruya fired another shot into his leg, quickly bandaged it, injected himself with adrenaline, and slowly dragged his body to the door of the interrogation room.

Kuromon Haruya leaned against the wall and took out his walkie-talkie. After confirming that no one was lurking around, he remained silent for a long while, then slowly uttered a sentence while clutching his leg:

"Ouch...it still hurts a bit."

The ability to refresh and revert to a previous state through the Elixir of Immortality is one aspect; however, for someone like him, the inability to develop a physiological adaptation to each injury, and the novelty and stimulation of pain, is another.

After a brief pause, Kuromon Haruya continued as planned, opening the communication channel: "Hello, can you hear me?"

Hearing the weak voice on the other end of the channel, Kogoro Mori quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie, worried that Haruya Kuromon might not catch her breath.

"I can hear you! Brother Hei Men, how are you doing? You have to hold on!"

"I managed to subdue the leader when I had the chance, and I just dealt with it quickly. I'm fine for now," Kuromon Haruya replied with a smile while catching her breath. "The commotion outside, was that Shinichi and the others coming to reinforce us?"

At this moment, Kuromon Haruya really wanted to lie down and fall asleep right away, regardless of her image.

In just a few days, he had to both clean up Rum's mess and deal with Kudo Yusaku. Affected by the time paradox, time flowed unexpectedly fast these past few days, leaving him with virtually no time to rest!

Is this something an organization leader, a retiree, should have to endure?

Fortunately, this overtime experience is nearing its end; otherwise, Haruya Kuromon would really like to give Rum some elixir of immortality and have a proper chat.

The signal kept fluctuating due to interference. When Kogoro Mouri heard the name "Shinichi," he thought it was just static from a bad signal: "Yes! The rescue is coming soon!"

As Kuromon Haruya was carefully listening to the conversation, the door beside him was kicked open with a loud bang.

The thug leading the charge spotted Hei Men Yao Ye and quickly called out to his back, "Second Brother, the cop is here!"

The group's second-in-command led his two surviving subordinates into the interrogation room. One of them was Number Nine, whom Kuromon Haruya had contacted before, and the other was carrying Kudo Yukiko, whose mouth was taped shut.

The second-in-command nonchalantly kicked aside the former leader lying in a pool of blood, turned to look at Kuromon Haruya, and let out a sneer:

"As expected of the hostage those people demanded, she has some skills."

Kuromon Haruya: I don't really want to know who those people are, so don't tell me.

To make matters worse, the call hadn't ended yet when Kogoro Mori, hearing the commotion, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey! Kuromon, it's Haruya Kuromon!"

With a wave of his hand, the second-in-command ordered the ninth member to quickly set up the Black Gate and move it towards the back door.

Unlike the chaotic scene of blood and bullet holes in the lobby, the hotel's back-of-house area was almost exactly the same as when he left, except for Number 18, who was used as a warning to others.

Two henchmen with semi-automatic rifles were on guard at the back door. When they saw the second-in-command and his men return, they were overjoyed and quickly started the van.

One leader and four subordinates—that was all the force they had left.

Kuromon Haruya squinted, suppressing the impatience caused by the pain by lightly biting the tip of her tongue:

If it weren't for the need to deal with Yusaku Kudo in one go, killing them all would only take a few seconds; going on a killing spree isn't part of the current scenario.

Completely unaware that his life was being targeted, Number Nine dejectedly held his phone and reported to the Second Leader, "Second Brother, the phone still has no signal, and I can't contact that organization you mentioned at all."

"Tch!" The second-in-command slammed his fist on the door and fired another shot at Eighteen's corpse. "If we hadn't listened to his nonsense, would we have gotten ourselves into such big trouble!"

Having said that, he picked up the walkie-talkie that had been confiscated earlier and reconnected the communication that had been ongoing:

"As long as the police cooperate, we can continue to agree to abandon the plan to bomb the hotel, and the police officer and the actor will be safe. The conditions are simple: let us go and help us pass on a message to the public."

Kogoro Mouri and Inspector Yokomizo exchanged a glance and decided to agree: "What do you want to say?"

The second-in-command glanced at the composed Kuromon Haruya, then gripped the walkie-talkie tightly: "We'll return what you want in person later."

"No problem... Hello, hello!"

With the communication cut off, Kogoro Mouri frowned deeply. He had a premonition that the message the thugs wanted to convey might lead to even deeper danger.

After waiting a few minutes, the second-in-command estimated that the TV station should have already broadcast the message, so he ordered his men to start the car and prepare to retreat.

"Wait, stop!"

When Conan arrived at the scene with the SWAT team, all they found was a car door about to close and two important people whose fates were unknown.

He quickly pressed down on the football belt, combined with his power-enhancing boots, and kicked the ball into the goal!

call out--

The valve opened, and the special rubber expanded instantly. A surprisingly elastic soccer ball, under the force of the kick, got stuck between the doors, pushing the car door and Number Nine, who was closing it, open together!

"what?!"

The second-in-command was fiddling with his phone, waiting for the organization's transaction text message. Having witnessed everything, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "There's no time to close the door! Step on the gas, let's go!"

"Don't even think about running away!"

Just as Conan pressed the trigger of his wristwatch-shaped tranquilizer gun, intending to press his advantage, Haruya Kuromon pounced on the second-in-command's feet before he could.

While locking the second-in-command's legs and pulling him down, Kuromon Haruya also used his uninjured leg to kick Kudo Yukiko hard in the back, kicking her off the train.

The tranquilizer dart grazed the second-in-command's ear and struck the thug in the driver's seat.

The accelerator, already pressed to its full throttle, sent the criminals tumbling from the vehicle, forcing them to begin their escape.

When Number Nine opened his eyes after being hit by the ball, all he saw was the exhaust fumes from the car his second brother had left behind.

"Do you want to die?!"

The second-in-command, who was the first to fall, immediately reacted, shook off his accomplice in the driver's seat, regained control, and handed the wheel over to the others.

The second-in-command grabbed Heimen Yaoye by the collar, pulled his arm upwards, and dangled half of his body outside the car door.

"Of course I do."

With a smile, Kuromon Haruya gripped his wrist with one hand, the pressure spreading along the bone almost causing the second-in-command to let go. "What's the code name for contacting your organization's members?"

"Rum, Sugarride, Vienna, Guinness?"

"Oh, it's Vienna."

The officer in front of him had a sinister aura about him that was completely different from how he appeared in public. Even if he were an idiot, the second-in-command would have realized that something was wrong.

He raised his pistol and fired a shot at Kuromon Haruya's face.

Almost simultaneously, Kuromon Haruya grabbed the other's arm and twisted it forcefully, deflecting the trajectory of the incoming bullet. Then, using that force, he nimbly slid into the carriage like a fish.

He drew his pistol swiftly from the waist of a fallen enemy. His eyes were cold and calm; without even looking, he locked onto two enemies who were rapidly closing in.

Bang bang!

Two bullets were fired in quick succession, each piercing the abdomen of one of the men.

Attacking these areas can effectively damage the enemy's organs, causing internal bleeding, which can eliminate their fighting ability in a short time without leaving any marks on the corpse's bones.

In the blink of an eye, the attack inside the van was reversed. Despite being seriously injured, Heimen Yaoye remained calm, while the second-in-command's mind went blank due to the overwhelming disparity in strength, making him completely unable to cope with such an attack.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to think, and fought for a sliver of hope.

Heimen Yaoye wasn't in a hurry. He walked to the front of the car, calmly took the steering wheel, and fired a shot at the thug in the driver's seat.

The van, its doors wide open, sped recklessly along the coastal highway at top speed. The airflow, blasted open by the front of the van, rushed into the interior, carrying a salty, fishy smell that was indistinguishable between blood and seawater.

Haruya Kuromon released his grip on the steering wheel and asked with interest, "Have you decided what to say?"

The second-in-command, his face ashen, grabbed the chair and was about to rush to the table when Heimen Yaoye pulled him back: "If you want to die, go die alone, don't drag me down with you!"

Kuromon Haruya pointed the gun at his temple, his eyes unwavering: "You'll never get the detonator from me."

The second-in-command was in a state of near collapse. He had already made an agreement with the organization to trade this note, but he never expected that this guy was a madman who couldn't understand human speech at all!

He already promised to give up the demolition! How could the pistol explode?!

The second-in-command was a thug, but he was also an ordinary person. Faced with this completely illogical situation, he was genuinely afraid.

He stared at the rocks ahead and struggled desperately toward the driver's seat, yelling, "Let me go! Get out of here!"

Kuromon Haruya simply took out the walkie-talkie she was on, stood at the edge of the car door, grinned, and uttered the last line of the play to him:

"I am willing to accept death for the public good."

Boom! The out-of-control van crashed violently into the steep coastal cliff ahead of the road.

With a deafening metallic creak, the car body was instantly crushed and deformed, followed by a fireball shooting into the sky, billowing thick smoke.

Like a kite with a broken string, Kuromon Haruya's figure was violently thrown out of the car by the blast wave. His body traced an arc in the air, accompanied by flames and metal fragments, before crashing heavily onto the edge of the road.

Asagi Minami frantically fell off the motorcycle, took out the emergency serum he had requested from the organization, and crawled step by step to Kuromon Haruya's side. Without even checking whether he was alive or dead, she plunged the syringe into his heart.

"Mr. Kuromon, Mr. Kuromon!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Kuromon Haruya barely opened his eyes from his concussion, patted the man who was about to stab him to death, and gritted his teeth as he squeezed out a few words:

"I'm still alive. If I get a few more injections, I'll really die."