Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Mr. Amuro."

"Mr. Amuro."

"Mr. Amuro!"

Azusa called out three times before Amuro, who was standing by the pool wearing an apron, finally came to her senses.

Amuro agreed and quickly turned off the tap in front of him, as wasting water was not a good thing.

"I've noticed you seem a bit off these past few days," said Mr. Sugiyama, the owner, who hadn't been seen in a while, as he sat at the bar and opened his sandwich.

He does look a little thinner than before, probably from the power of love. However, his restaurant is still barely surviving; love alone can't save it...

"Sorry, I'll make you a new one." Amuro glanced at the sandwich, smiled apologetically, and said.

I forgot to add the sauce, but this guy has almost finished eating it all.

"No need, I'm on a diet right now," Sugiyama said, patting his slightly smaller belly.

Okay, she's still chubby and fat.

Suddenly, he changed the subject, lowering his voice, "Mr. Amuro, I'm also planning to open a coffee shop recently, would you like to...?"

“Mr. Sugiyama, what if the manager finds out that you came here to poach people while he was away?” Azusa didn’t continue, but just shook her head.

[The consequences will be dire.] Conan and Uncle Mori sat at the table by the window, glanced at the bar, and muttered to themselves.

Mr. Amuro is acting very mysteriously, and his recent behavior is indeed quite suspicious.

"Yes, the shop manager is a very difficult person to talk to," Amuro said with a helpless smile in response to Sugiyama's invitation.

Betrayal might lead to death, like that guy who was never seen again.

"At worst, we can just stay far away, like near the Metropolitan Police Department." Sugiyama thought for a moment, figuring that opening the shop right in front of the police might be safer.

"Kid, even if you drive all the way to America, it won't make a difference." Uncle Mori walked to the door, picked up a magazine from the shelf, and glanced at the guy before saying this.

Just how much does he like his disciple?

"Mr. Mouri, are there no cases today?" Amuro asked with a smile, glancing at Conan who was sitting and drinking juice.

He hasn't had much time to deal with this strange elementary school student lately.

"I still have to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to give a statement later," the mustachioed detective said with a helpless expression.

Even without cases, the statements keep being taken.

"Mr. Mori, have you ever considered taking on another apprentice?" Sugiyama expressed that he was also somewhat interested in the detective profession.

“You can’t…”

Uncle Mori shook his head, sat down next to him, and the two started chatting.

You know, it takes a certain amount of talent, like me...

"Ha~" The dog-headed detective looked away from the rambling mustachioed man, yawned, and looked out the window.

Apart from the inability to recover physically for an extended period, everything else is fine, including the weather, which is neither too hot nor too cold.

The atmosphere in Polo was pleasant; everyone was chatting and laughing, and Beika Town seemed to have had another warm and peaceful day.

night.

A dark figure moved nimbly through the alley, paused at the alley entrance, and looked at the traffic on the main road outside.

There are quite a few people on the street at this time, so it's best to avoid walking here.

Thinking of this, the man in black turned around and prepared to return the way he came.

"You don't look like an ordinary passerby."

Standing not far behind him, a guy wearing a mask and a baseball cap spoke in a teasing tone.

"If you're thinking of meddling in other people's business, you've come to the wrong person!" The man in black pulled out a switchblade, and after what he thought was a cool move, he brandished the blade.

"Buzz~"

As the phone vibrated, the mysterious man in the baseball cap stepped forward and rushed towards the man in black.

A graceful sidestep, then one punch, two punches, three punches.

With a loud thud, the man in black carrying the bag was punched in the head and fell unconscious to the ground. "It's me." Amuro ignored the petty thief on the ground and took out his phone to answer the call.

If you happen to see someone climbing out of an apartment window while walking down the street, and you can't just pretend you didn't see it, then you're just unlucky.

"Bourbon, you should be well aware of the current situation." The familiar female voice came from the other end of the line, Vermouth.

“Yes, it’s surprising,” Amuro said meaningfully.

After learning about what happened in London through intelligence networks.

On the one hand, I was shocked by Gin's unbridled actions.

on the other hand……

Those are two armed helicopters!

The situation on the scene is not difficult to understand; neither photos nor videos can conceal it.

Besides machine guns and other firearms capable of tearing through cover, Gin, that madman, also used loaded missiles.

It's a miracle that our store manager is still alive.

For a moment, Amuro even doubted whether the gene warriors he had made up were real.

Moreover, the store manager isn't your average genetically engineered warrior...

"Whoo~"

You could tell Vermouth was smoking; she exhaled a deep breath.

"You really don't know anything about that guy?" she asked.

"I don't know what position you're on when you ask this question, but I can tell you very clearly."

"The more you know, the faster you die." Amuro didn't even have the mind to deceive any witch.

Some secrets are meant to be taken to the grave.

"Heh, that's creepy," Vermouth chuckled.

It's not exactly a lie.

You never know when they might come knocking on your door.

Even the most rebellious person has moments of fear.

After witnessing that guy's fighting prowess firsthand.

"How's the organization doing?" After a few casual remarks, Amuro began openly probing for information.

The organization hasn't even properly shifted its focus before it gets punched in the face; it's no wonder it feels so bad.

Moreover, it was Gin, the one who got things done, who died.

With such a big commotion, they'll probably start cracking down on it over there.

"As expected, it doesn't look good."

"However, it's all bark and no bite; it's not time for the boat to capsize yet."

“Of course, that’s assuming the waves don’t keep crashing in one after another,” Vermouth said slowly.

With deep roots in the business and political spheres, this large ship, even if battered and bruised, will not capsize easily.

But it's hard to say what will happen if those towering waves come a few more times.

If one day the helmsman is thrown into the sea, the ship will quickly fall apart.

"Bourbon, get ready. Some guys are starting to get restless. Since you're still wearing this outfit, you have to accept orders." Vermouth's tone suddenly changed, as if she had transformed back into the witch who was issuing orders on behalf of others.

The current situation is that someone needs to keep things in order.

Ideally, he should be a ruthless and highly capable individual.

“It’s time to see old friends…” Amuro was not going to refuse the task of purging members of the organization.

What undercover agent can eliminate their target so openly and honestly?! (End of Chapter)