Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"It's really sharp. He deserves to be Japan's Heisei Holmes, the savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

Ireland tapped his pistol on the guardrail of the tower and made a clanging sound. When he felt the phone ringing, he took out his mobile phone. When he saw the caller's number, he hesitated for a while and pressed the answer button.

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Ireland, is there something wrong with the mission?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Conan looked at the panic expression on Ireland's face in surprise, and guessed the person opposite.

[Could it be...that he is the boss of the organization! 】

"My mission was completed perfectly, and..." Ireland picked up the memory card from his pocket and placed it in front of him. It was very clear under the light of the Tokyo Tower light.

"and…?"

"Besides, I have an extra surprise for that gentleman. It's definitely a big surprise, an earth-shattering one." Ireland smiled brightly, clenched the memory card tightly, and looked at Conan like a wolf.

When Ireland was feeling proud, Rum will take a puff of the cigar in his hand on the other side of the phone, slowly exhale the smoke, and tell the driver to pull over, lower the window, and look at the Tokyo Tower in the distance from the roadside.

"Let me guess, you are planning to kill Kudo Yuji."

Ireland's expression suddenly changed, and he opened his mouth in shock: "Do you actually know about this!"

"My question is, why do you think I don't know, Ireland? In your eyes, are the boss and I such stupid people?"

The tone of the other person's voice was obviously ridiculing and disdainful, which completely frightened Ireland. He hurriedly defended, and only felt relieved after Rum said it didn't matter.

"Excuse me, can I ask a question? What is the purpose of organizing the drugs currently being studied in the drug laboratory?"

Rum took out a bottle of Japanese whiskey from the storage compartment of the car, poured a glass and sipped: "This is not something you should know. At least it must be higher than gin."

【You have no chance...】

Although he didn't understand, Ireland also knew that if Gin didn't understand the underlying reason, then he'd better not be so curious, or at least don't show his curiosity openly.

"Do a good job and the legacy of Pisk will be yours, Ireland."

After hanging up the phone, Rum drank all the wine in the glass, wiped it clean with a handkerchief and put it back into the storage compartment. He saw the person waiting for him in the rearview mirror.

The door on the passenger side of the car was opened. The person who got in first touched the seat and felt that it was OK before sitting down. He turned down the small mirror above his head and saw Rum's appearance through it.

"I haven't seen you for three years. You've aged a lot."

"Yeah, it's really not easy for me to find ways to prevent Gin from knowing the truth of the research when he controls the laboratory."

Rum knocked on the car door support with his hand: "The financial department still needs to be separated, otherwise in the name of developing poison, he will definitely become suspicious."

"He probably has suspicions, but if you don't ask, he probably doesn't care at all." The person in front closed the mirror: "It's like he never cares about the people he kills."

"It doesn't matter. Our family has been a vassal of crows for generations. Compared to my wife, I should be the one who cares most about the boss."

"understood."

Seeing her stepping on her leather shoes and opening the door, Rum lowered his eyes, sighed, and complained to his driver: "My daughter is disobedient now that she's grown up."

"Sir, why did Miss she..."

She has such a bad relationship with you.Rum blinked and seemed to remember the past: "When the medicine was first made, the boss asked me to choose the person to test the medicine. I chose her mother in front of her, but her mother was unlucky. good."

[Then what else is there to say? If it were me, I would hate you too. 】

The driver didn't dare to complain, so he had to ignite the engine and step on the accelerator, driving towards Tottori Prefecture.

.........

an hour ago...

"Ireland is really amazing, there is so much movement."

Sitting in front of the bar of the organization bar, Chianti slowly wiped the sniper rifle in front of him with his hand, and looked at the TV, Manager Matsumoto, who promised the public that this serial murder case would be solved as soon as possible.

"But this time I was quite surprised. It is clear that Belmode is also a beneficiary of financial power. Why did she agree to help Ireland disguise herself?"

Chianti's eyes lit up, and then he turned to pull at Cohen, who was also maintaining the gun: "Could it be that Rum ordered her to do this?!"

She had long heard the old man in the organization (referring to vodka) mention it when he was drunk, and Belmod, Pisk and Rum turned out to be members of the same grade with code names.However, Pisk was executed for being stupid when he was old, and Belmod's branch in the United States was severely damaged by the FBI, so they are now only on the same level in name.

"She must be very unwilling! Ah! I really want to see that woman's face that breaks her guard. I'm tired of her always looking like she's in control."

"Your fantasies are...so...so rich...Chianti."

Although Cohen was wearing sunglasses, Chianti clearly felt that he rolled his eyes.

"It's just that Ireland took out half of its financial power and exchanged interests with Belmode."

"That's it, I understand!" Chianti picked up the wine glass and glanced at the ceiling pretending to be lofty: "Even if half of the financial power is handed over to Belmode, as long as these companies are still in Tokyo, Ireland will be able to do it sooner or later. Take it back.”

She nodded and suddenly thought of a question: "How did you know about this?"

After looking up for a moment, Cohen swallowed: "An... old man (referring to vodka)."

"You seemed to be having a great time chatting."

Hearing a familiar voice from behind, Chianti and Cohen stood up from their chairs at the same time, turned to look at the old man in the hat, who had already spoken on his behalf, like a mute gin.

"Rum has been given a mission, Ireland's identity has been exposed, and a large number of mobile troops are already gathering, preparing to go to Tokyo Tower."

Vodka felt the boss' slight cough coming from behind, and stood sideways with Chianti and the others, waiting for Gin to lecture.

"Information from the Metropolitan Police showed that the number of people was about 300, and the goal was to arrest Ireland and those he took to Tokyo Tower."

Under the confused gazes of the three people, Gin took out a tablet from his back, slid it and unlocked it.

"Before, he replaced all the people that the fat police department arranged under the Tokyo Tower with his own people. In addition to sneaking into the tower and others, he brought a total of 150 people, all of whom were peripheral members of the organization in Tokyo and those underneath. General group.”

Frowning, Gin felt deeply tired. All of these 150 people were originally his subordinates, but they chose to defect there because of the incident in Ireland. Moreover, because these people were not betraying the organization, he could not kill them.

"Wow ~ 150 people, that doesn't mean that six out of ten Tokyo members have defected." Chianti yelled with no eyesight, and then shrank his neck when Gin stared at him with sharp eyes.

"What? I'm just telling the truth." (End of Chapter)