Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Something really bad happened."

Vermouth, holding binoculars, spoke with a grave expression.

Is Rum an important figure to the organization?

The answer is yes. He was the organization's second-in-command, and many external affairs were handled by him. He also had connections with some important figures.

However, there is no doubt that Rum is a certain threat to that gentleman, and there are more than just a few small actions behind his back.

After Rum's death, the organization quickly adjusted its strategy, shifted its focus, and sought a way to defeat the knight lurking in the shadows.

The organization remains ruthless and unparalleled in its style, but overall it has managed to maintain a relatively stable position.

Now, Gin is dead.

The organization's most capable action team leader is dead, along with the henchmen he recruited.

The person who got things done is dead; things will really get tough from here on out.

Under Vermouth's gaze.

The inhuman being that emerged unscathed from the hail of bullets slowly turned and walked into the darkness.

Strangely enough, police cars and other vehicles only arrived at the scene after he left, and Vermouth even saw MI6.

She began to frown and ponder the organization's possible next move.

revenge?

Don't be ridiculous, there's no way we can catch them. Besides, who would we send?
One against two.

However, the two on the other side were armed helicopters...

……

"Haibara, Haibara-san, are you alright?"

On his way home from school, Genta looked at Ai, who had suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"It's nothing." The evil scientist looked at the blue sky and white clouds above and shook his head slightly.

It's a bit strange.

Suddenly I felt much more relaxed, and even my breathing became easier.

Is it because the weather has gotten better?
"Achoo!" Conan sneezed loudly.

It's getting a bit chilly, and I'm prone to catching a cold.

"Have you heard? It seems the Muto family in 3-chome was burgled," Ayumi whispered.

“This kind of thing has been happening frequently lately,” Mitsuhiko nodded.

It's not peaceful at all.

It's time for the Junior Detective League to show off their skills again!

"Hey, don't drag me along..." Conan sniffed, feeling a bit stuffy, and was being dragged along by three idiots, so he immediately protested.

It's not a murder case, where are you taking me to catch the burglar?

Didn't you see that guy strolling leisurely behind us?
“That’s right. As a detective, I have to do things that benefit the public. I need to go back and catch up on my sleep, so I won’t stay with you guys.” Ai walked over to the struggling dog-headed detective, nodded, and said.

"A detective isn't a politician..."

Conan, who was forcibly taken away by the three little ones, looked speechless.

The place where the group parted ways was not far from Professor Agasa's house. A little over ten minutes later, the evil scientist returned home safely.

As usual, at this time, my sister finished airing out the blankets and was watching TV, while the PhD student had fallen asleep at his computer desk, covered with a blanket...

"London, England?" Ai frowned slightly as she watched the news on TV.

Hiroki said that the organization seems to be quite active there lately.

This terrorist-like incident might have been orchestrated by them; reportedly, there are many videos taken by people using their mobile phones online.

Both residential apartments and commercial shops have been hit to varying degrees, and some people have even been injured. It's hard to cover up such incidents.

"What happened?" The evil scientist looked at his sister, who should know more about the situation after reading the news.

"It's a bit unclear. The media is still waiting for the investigation results, but some news has been circulating online."

Mingmei picked up her phone, logged into a foreign website, and showed the photos to her sister.

Explosions, flying and burning cars, armed helicopters flying low, gun barrels flashing with gunfire, ruined shops and streets... everything indicates that something major must have happened last night.

This might be related to the car that was attacked.

What kind of important person is sitting inside who absolutely must die?
"Could it be them?" Akemi asked.

"It doesn't seem like it." Ai shook her head hesitantly.

Assassinating a political figure and taking a life is not difficult for an organization, and it's not hard to do it without anyone noticing. But to create such a big news story seems unlikely.

Secretly manipulating everything from behind the scenes—that's how an organization operates.

Thinking of this, the evil scientist made a phone call to Hiroki.

"Have you finished school?" Hiroki asked with a smile as soon as the call connected.

These two are friends.

This question has a somewhat sarcastic tone.

Shiho, are you out of school yet?

"Yeah, I walked home safely from school all by myself," Ai said, looking speechless.

It's quite impressive for a first-grade elementary school student.

"Alright, you two stop fooling around. Hiroki, what's the news from London?" Akemi patted her sister's head and asked with a smile.

The organization isn't plotting anything over there.

"Hmm... Come to think of it, I really should have told you this news sooner."

Gin is dead.

As soon as Hiroki finished speaking, the two sisters' eyes widened in surprise.

Ai felt as if her head had exploded, and all the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed.

For a long time, that man was like a nightmare. Every time I woke up from a nightmare, his figure would appear. I don't know how many times I had been executed in my dreams.

Things only started to improve after I moved here.

There was always a sense of crisis in my heart, and it all stemmed from that man.

Now, he's dead...

really dead...

"So, the terrorist attack was really carried out by an organization?" Mingmei looked at her sister, gently patted her shoulder, and continued to ask.

Gin has probably gone mad.

"Impossible. He wouldn't use such methods to assassinate a businessman or politician. He wants to kill Lin Feng." Xiao Ai came back to her senses, calmed down, and shook her head as she spoke.

That's right, only the Dark Knight, that thorn in my side, deserves this kind of treatment.

It has to be said that Gin's sudden departure felt somewhat abrupt.

However, the silver-haired assassin, known for his cold-blooded cruelty, was not that strong individually, and the organization's intelligence was as transparent as a blank sheet of paper to Hiroki. His eventual defeat was not surprising.

“You guessed right, Lin Feng came for him, and so did he, waiting for the Dark Knight to arrive at any moment,” Hiroki said with a smile.

How can this not be considered a two-way journey?

"Will that guy be in trouble?" Ai asked, frowning.

As soon as she asked the question, she realized that she had been overthinking it.

After all, there's an omnipotent super artificial intelligence secretly helping them.

Even if they cause a huge problem, they can still smooth things over.

The real problem lies with the organization that is setting up operations in Europe.

as predicted.

While the group was chatting...

Several newly built base laboratories of the organization suffered devastating damage.

It's clear that the old Londoner is genuinely angry.

This was within Gin's expectations.

But he believed that as long as he could kill the Dark Knight, it would all be worth it, and the man tacitly approved of this approach.

The situation is terrible right now.

In the dimly lit room, a small figure sat at the table, looking at the computer screen, which was several sizes larger than his body, with a strange look in his eyes.

The child looks too young to speak, but his behavior and expressions are completely inconsistent with reality.

He is more like a calm, collected, and rational adult.

His fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, sending a series of commands.

Soon after, his eyelids began to droop, and his body felt tired and could no longer hold on.

"Hey."

Upon seeing the baby fall asleep at the table, an elderly woman who looked to be in her sixties and dressed in black slowly walked forward, picked up the baby, and placed him on the soft bed.

After doing this, the old woman stood by the bed, staring at the baby in front of her.

It's pretty ordinary, just like the babies sitting in their mothers' strollers on the street.

However, he is Karasuma Renya.

The old woman turned around, turned off the computer screen, and the room was plunged into darkness.

She sat quietly in the darkness, her eyes deep and unfocused, lost in thought. (End of Chapter)