Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Eleventh day.

Today is the day to officially start taking action.

Uncle Maori opened his eyes early, left home and met the police.

"Brother Maori, please be careful."

Inspector Megure has said this many times in the past few days.

"Just in case, here are the information for that kind of safe." Takagi turned around and handed a few pieces of paper to the sleeping detective.

In fact, the police could close in once the other party rushed into the casino and started robbing. They probably wouldn't need any lock-picking skills, but they were afraid that Kogoro would not know anything.

"Leave it to me!"

Uncle Maori read the professional knowledge twice, put on the camouflage props, and got off the car in a place where no one passed by.

"Takagi, you and Sato should also prepare. Wait until night and sneak into the casino according to the plan. Be sure to prioritize protecting Brother Mori's safety."

Inspector Megure looked at Brother Mori's back and spoke.

"Yes!"

……

after an hour.

As agreed, Mr. Huzi came to an abandoned auto repair shop in the suburbs.

"Hey, someone's here, is this the new member?"

Standing in front of him was a figure like an iron tower, probably more than two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body. I wonder how many years of weight training it took to reach this level.

"I am Mr. Beard." Uncle Maori looked at the burly man in a white T-shirt in front of him and said his code name.

It's still a bit difficult to deal with this kind of guy...

"I've heard a lot about you. Mr. Brain has introduced you to me."

At this time, a middle-aged man with glasses, dressed in black and a well-proportioned figure walked over.

In comparison, although this guy was holding a pistol, he looked much more normal.

"You can call me Mr. Eyes." The man in black introduced himself.

"Hello." Uncle Maori nodded.

"Is it okay to pry open the safe?"

The burly man in a white T-shirt picked up the large iron bucket beside him with one hand, threw it aside, stared at the bearded gentleman and asked.

This is the part where you demonstrate your strength to new members.

"..."

"It's a piece of cake. Just don't hold us back." As a technical talent, Uncle Maori also needs to have a bit of temper.

"Haha, you can call this big guy Mr. Nose. With him around, it will be no problem to deal with those security personnel in the casino." Mr. Eyes at the side introduced them.

"Humph!"

Hearing his companion bragging about himself, Mr. Nose threw out another iron bucket.

"Hey, why hasn't that bitch come yet? I'm so tired of waiting!"

Another short man with a strangely shaped dagger in his hand came over and started complaining about someone as soon as he opened his mouth.

He looks to be about thirty years old, with a big mouth, buck teeth, and a fierce look in his eyes. At first glance, he looks like someone who is not someone you would dare to mess with.

"This is Mr. Mouth." It was still Mr. Eyes who was responsible for the introduction.

Of the three, he seemed to be the only normal one.

"Is there anyone else who hasn't arrived? Where is Mr. Brain?" Uncle Maori glanced at Mr. Mouth and asked.

Stinky bitch?
If we include Mr. Brain, does this gang of robbers have five people in total?

"Mr. Brain stands behind the scenes and does not directly participate in the action." Mr. Eyes pointed to his head and said with a smile.

It seems that this Mr. Brain is extremely smart, able to make other people work hard on stage without complaints.

But this is definitely not good news.

This means that tonight's operation may not catch the core members of this gang. "Boom!"

As soon as Mr. Eyes finished speaking, a red and white car came speeding into the venue, drifted twice in a row, raising a lot of dust, and finally stopped steadily in front of Uncle Maori and the others.

"Cough cough~"

Uncle Maori couldn't help but cough a few times.

This guy drives too hard.

"What the hell is this guy doing!" The short Mr. Mouth was choked by a mouthful of dust and sat there waving the dagger in his hand twice.

"what!"

Compared to him, the big guy, Mr. Nose, was even angrier. Without even looking at him, he raised an iron bucket beside him with both hands and was about to smash it over.

Mr. Mouth, who was still sitting on it, was also startled and kept shouting to stop.

The total weight of the man and the bucket is less than 200 kilograms. Mr. Nose was able to lift it up steadily and hover it in the air, which shows how terrifying his strength is.

"You should know when to stop in everything." Mr. Eyes, who was standing nearby, gave a reminder.

After hearing his words, Mr. Nose put the bucket and the man on the ground, and Mr. Mouth stopped shouting.

It seems that Mr. Eyes is quite prestigious in the eyes of both of them.

After the dust settled, the woman sitting in the driver's seat smiled, opened the door and got out of the car.

The woman wore exaggerated red lipstick, a pink motorcycle suit that exposed her belly button, and even her hair was pink.

Unlike her flamboyant attire and personality, she looked to be at least thirty years old, which was a little out of place.

"Still as murderous as ever, Miss Lips." Mr. Eyes smiled and teased the other party's driving skills.

It is precisely because of this superb driving skill that everyone was able to escape the police pursuit.

Like the locksmith, the driver is an indispensable role in the team.

"Haha, I can't help but feel this way when I think about working with these old faces again." Miss Lips glanced at the two people, one tall and one short, and said with a sneer.

"Believe it or not, I will beat you up!"

Mr. Nose clenched his sandbag-sized fist and threatened.

"..."

Uncle Maori took a step back.

There are team conflicts, this needs to be noted down.

"Oh!"

Mr. Eyes reached out and fired a shot into the air.

"You better wait until we finish robbing the casino before arguing. Finish reading the battle plan first!"

"As usual, Miss Lips will be in charge, and the casino safe will be in the hands of Mr. Beard."

"It seems like the security guards in the casino are ours..."

……

Edogawa, who was squatting in the Polo shop, looked at the repairman in a suit. This guy rarely dressed like this.

"where are you going?"

"The casino?"

"Is it necessary to dress like this?"

Without waiting for Lin Feng to reply, Conan asked three questions in a row.

"It's a bit unexpected. Not everyone can enter that casino. I need someone to help recommend me." Lin Feng loosened his tie and shook his head.

It's a high-end place among underground casinos, the kind with people in the back, and they definitely have a lot of cash stored there.

However, when it's time to hit you, I will be very clear about it.

"Take me in with you." Conan's eyes lit up.

"It's not appropriate..." (End of this chapter)