Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"Rum, maybe you should explain why those branch leaders who went to Japan were assassinated in succession within five days."

In the training base of the former World Organization, Gin was sitting at the bar, his long hair hanging down his shoulders, his eyes covered by the brim of his hat, looking at the dark shadow in the communication video.

Next to Gin, in an area not covered by the camera, Vodka was holding a pen on a notebook, ready to record the conversation between Big Brother and Rum so that the two of them could review it later.

"Three of the five guys had already reached an agreement with the local government. They returned to Japan this time to gather intelligence and obtain funds from the organization in disguise."

Rum coughed twice and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. "It should be your task to find the rat, Gin. I am helping you."

The bald man paused for a moment, then emphasized in a tone of sudden enlightenment: "I remember that the recent funding seemed to be earned by you, after all, Vermouth seemed to have handed over the little money she had to you. Shouldn't you thank me for not letting your hard-earned money be taken away by the rats?"

"But the funding was still taken away, Rum."

The brim of his hat tilted up slightly, and his covered eyes stared straight at Rum: "You took money from five branches, which is not a small amount."

"How can the branches of five small European countries be compared with Japan? Gin, I need a lot of money for my daily expenses." Rum naturally expressed his dissatisfaction: "Or do you oppose the organization's current contraction strategy?"

"The contraction strategy is an order issued by the boss to each branch. I have no objection, but I think it doesn't require such a large amount of funds to open a sushi restaurant." Gin knocked on the bar: "The money you took privately is enough to be compared to the annual tax revenue of an ordinary African country."

"Thugs and strategists always have different things to do, Gin." Rum snorted, "I'm the one in charge of Japan."

"Rum..." Gin narrowed his eyes: "If you plan to betray me, I will kill you anyway."

"When I joined the organization, you were just a kid picking up garbage to eat in the refugee zone in New York." Rum's tone was full of sarcasm: "Compared to me, you should check Belmode. My people said that she went to see the chief of the police department and then sent people out."

The call between the two was cut off by Rum. Gin was silent for a while. The sound of the lighter and the lighting of the cigarette woke him up from his thoughts again. Vodka saw his elder brother and subconsciously handed over the cigarette and lighter.

"Brother, why don't you report to the boss that the Hong Kong guy recruited by Rum has joined forces with MSS to wipe out several branches in Southeast Asia." Vodka found that Gin didn't light a cigarette, so he extinguished the cigarette in his mouth.

"Because the boss doesn't care whether those branches are still loyal to the organization." Gin rubbed his brows: "The rebellion of those who were taken into the organization by Rum will not be harmful to the current Rum at all."

"Brother...could it be that the boss..." Vodka looked at Gin carefully, and was relieved when he saw that he was not angry because of the meaning of his tone.

"Go ask Vermouth what she did." Gin took out the breathalyzer from his pocket and put it next to Vodka's mouth. When he saw that there was no response after he blew into it, he told him to drive the car outside. "Remember to ask the outside members to check the traffic police's checkpoints today and avoid them."

"Hi."

……

"How is the situation in Kyoto?"

In the office of the Chief of the National Police Agency, Minami Masamune admired the busy metropolis through the window, and was always concerned about the missing Yuuji. After scolding Yoshimoto and Minamida, and gritting his teeth at the reckless brat, he felt helpless and puzzled.

"Why does this kid always like to get himself into dangerous things, knowing that the Moon God Sword might have problems."

"Maybe it's because he is still young." Vermouth sat on the tatami. There were already five or six thin cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table. It was obvious that she had been sitting here for a long time.

“That’s why I said last time that attacking him might not be a bad thing. At least it will teach him to stay away from danger.”

Minami Masamune closed his eyes and said, "Your man has been in frequent contact with Naruhito recently. The pro-Narcos are also using his influence to propose anti-monopoly plans. Now there is a lot of noise at the top."

“He just hopes to gain the support of the general public. And this is probably just a trick. His people have already set up camp in Tokyo.” Vermouth stared at Minami Masamune out of the corner of her eye. “It won’t be long before the two sides will face off.”

"I would rather know what the person who catches a fish but doesn't lift the rod is thinking." Minami Masamune didn't care about the collision that Vermouth mentioned. He was confident that he could suppress any incident that might happen in Tokyo.

"What you want is already in front of you, why would you hesitate?"

“No, but I will be more vigilant.”

Vermouth thought again of the old man's arrogance.

“I will doubt everyone around me.”

(End of this chapter)