Stay away from Conan.

"But...they..."

Although Gin's sudden move eliminated the armed personnel who were trying to control the entire scene, almost everyone present realized that they must have been there as that person's personal armed force.

In this situation, Gin shot them dead, and the consequences of that event...

It can be said that this was a blatant act of defiance against that person, and it would be reasonable for it to be interpreted as betrayal.

Therefore, under such circumstances, if we simply go with Gin, does that mean that everyone on our side has betrayed that person?

Therefore, based on this, everyone present was uneasy and somewhat at a loss, and Vodka, who was closest to Gin, couldn't help but ask this question.

"We lost contact with 'that person' a long time ago, right?"

This is how Gin responded.

None of those present understood what Gin was trying to say, but he quickly explained further:

“From the moment these guys appeared until now, their claims of ‘following orders from that person’ are just their side of the story. Apart from those helicopters—which are indeed beyond the reach of conventional forces—I have not received any confirmed orders from ‘that person’ or any higher-ups I acknowledge.”

As he said this, Gin's gaze swept over the other members present, whose expressions had changed slightly, and finally returned to the armed man he had already shot dead. He then squatted down and casually removed the communication device from the man's body.

Then, using the communication device, Gin attempted to contact the organization's leader in front of everyone, but clearly failed—

"Now, even they themselves can't be contacted. What does that mean?"

What does it mean?
Were they imposters from the very beginning? Or...?

Is that person no longer able to control this place?

In an instant, these conjectures pierced the hearts of many cunning old foxes present like icicles.

Combining the shocking information revealed by the mysterious madman about the organization's core secrets, Karasuma Renya, and the immortality experiment, and considering the sudden appearance of what appears to be the BOSS's direct armed forces and their current mysterious "loss of contact" with the person behind them...

A chilling conjecture has surfaced in the minds of many—

The situation is spiraling out of control; the other side may be preparing...

Quit your mouth!

Suddenly, upon realizing this, Pisco's old face twitched, and a look of fear flashed deep in his eyes.

Although Vodka was slow to think, he sensed that something was wrong and his body tensed up slightly.

The square fell silent for a moment, but then, surprisingly, several men in black suddenly stepped forward, holding cell phones, seemingly to give some orders.

"Gin, you're temporarily in charge of coordinating and directing the operation!"

Without any attempt to mask his voice, it was Rum's natural voice, transmitted through the phone.

Having already seen Rum in person during the pharmaceutical incident, Gin was certain the voice belonged to Rum. Now, these guys appearing...

Sure enough, the people who had been waiting here since the beginning of the day were indeed arranged by Rum.

Furthermore, it seems that even Rum, the organization's second-in-command, is no longer on the same page as that person, given the current situation.

As Gin was thinking this, in his car in the parking lot some distance away, Rum watched the surveillance footage, a complex glint flashing in his single eye—

There is admiration for Gin's decisiveness and ruthlessness, and worry about losing direct contact with the BOSS, but more than anything, there is a determination to seize the opportunity and regain the initiative.

Temporarily cooperating with Gin to control the aftermath of the Twilight Mansion incident and capturing the madman who orchestrated all the chaos and undoubtedly harbors countless secrets is currently the option that best serves his interests. As for that person…

Now that everyone is facing a life-or-death situation, when the goal that esteemed person has not shown up for so long conflicts with the personal interests of everyone in the organization, are they really going to make everyone else die for the sake of that person who should have died?

It's time to make a decision!

"Pisco".

Outside the ruins of the twilight villa, Gin, after receiving Rum's message, began issuing orders in a cold voice:
"Take some men and 'clean' this place up. All outsiders..."

As he spoke, he deliberately emphasized the words "outsiders," his gaze sweeping over the silent political and business figures present:
"Place them under centralized guard, confiscate all communication devices, and forbid anyone from leaving or contacting the outside world. Anyone who resists will be killed."

"Yes."

After thinking it over, Pisco slowly nodded in agreement, and then gave orders to the men in black present. As Rum's men, since the previous order was for Gin to direct the scene, they naturally had to take action according to Gin's orders.

Seeing Pisco make a move, Gin himself walked towards the black Porsche 356A and said to the men in black:
"Take me to Rum!"

He opened the car door, got into the passenger seat, and winked at Vodka, who immediately understood and got in to drive.

Then, the man in black handed over the phone he used to contact Rum to Gin. Through the phone, Gin contacted Rum directly and learned of Rum's location.

Gin, now seated in the car, glanced in the direction where the Twilight Villa had sunk, then looked up at the sky—

The two armed helicopters were already exhausted from the drone suicide attack, and one of them was making an emergency landing, trailing thick smoke.

It seems that this aerial duel is about to be decided.

"drive."

Gin gave orders to Vodka, who had just gotten into the driver's seat, as they were about to meet up with Rum...

……

Meanwhile, in a remote command center hidden somewhere in Gunma Prefecture—

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

On the large screen, the signals representing "Raven 2" and "Raven 3" appeared normal, but...

Reports on the situation at the scene were delayed.

Logically, after the order to eliminate witnesses was given, the armed helicopters launched their onboard missiles. With the power of the missiles, any resistance should have been easily suppressed. So, news should have been relayed back by now, but...

why?
The mysterious figure sitting in the shadows—

The man, suspected to be the organization's ultimate boss, Karasuma Renya, remained silent for a long time, his withered fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his chair, producing a hollow sound.

The footage of the missile launch, the explosion, and the subsequent death toll was never transmitted back...

and so……

has a problem!
From the beginning until now, everything we've been getting has been wrong!
Just as he was thinking this, a new message, transmitted through a special secure channel, quietly appeared on a small screen on the side—

"Having shaken off the FBI, I'm about to arrive in Vermouth, Japan." (End of Chapter)