Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 893: Swindler
"Have you brought the person here?"

Outside a warehouse that has been abandoned for many years.

Curacao received the address and rushed over.

Bourbon has tied up several of Rum's men who had recently followed him.

After all, it was an order from the second-in-command, so it was executed very quickly.

"There are four people in total in there. I've asked, and they haven't told anyone about this." Amuro leaned against the warehouse door and nodded.

Judging from the orders that Rum gave him, the other party was most likely threatened and his whereabouts were exposed.

Now it gets interesting.

Before he could make any big move, he was already being targeted.

"Since you've already suspected them, just execute them directly."

Curacao walked into the warehouse and saw several people tied to pillars who had obviously been beaten. He spoke coldly.

Hearing what she said, several bruised and swollen men in black clothes trembled a little and quickly started to protest their injustice.

If you don't shout a few words now, you will really become a dead soul in a while.

"I've been staying at home on call these past few days and I really haven't contacted anyone!"

"Me too, I definitely haven't come into contact with anyone else!"

"..."

Fortunately, there are not many people within a few kilometers around here, otherwise they would be shouting and someone would have to call the police.

"It seems that you are not going to tell the truth." Curacao took out a pistol and screwed the silencer on it while speaking.

Amuro could see that this action was putting pressure on them, so he just stood aside and smiled without saying anything.

We really need to ask who leaked Rum's whereabouts and why.

However, I guess it’s impossible to find out the answer by asking, as these people don’t have the courage.

"Oh!"

After installing the silencer, Curacao pulled the trigger and fired a shot, hitting the pillar where the person was tied.

Even if we want to eliminate traitors, we have to know the reasons and see if we can dig out something.

Unfortunately, the bullet whizzed past their faces and they were so scared that they almost peed their pants, and none of them knew what was going on.

"I'll leave these four people, as well as the two who followed me before, to you, Bourbon."

Torture did not produce any results, Curacao walked out of the warehouse and said to the man next to him.

"I understand. We need to start preparing to infiltrate the National Police Agency." Amuro nodded.

We are all in the organization. The life and death of these minions are not important. Stealing public security intelligence is the top priority.

"I will go find Vermouth. I'll leave the internal intelligence to you." Curacao glanced at Bourbon.

If there is any error in the intelligence, you know what the consequences will be.

"I'll try my best, but it's the National Police Agency after all, so it's still a little difficult." Amuro didn't promise too much, fearing that it would arouse suspicion.

The National Police Agency is a little more difficult to deal with than the Metropolitan Police Department, and the daily flow of people is not that large.

"Lord Rum is very optimistic about you." Curacao said this and drove away without looking back.

"What a difficult guy."

Amuro watched the car go away, his brows slightly furrowed.

Even though Rum came to Japan and was temporarily recruited to work there, there was no trust between them.

This guy is the same, his words and actions reveal a hint of temptation.

This might be due to the stress caused by the Dark Knight.

"..."

Looking at the few people still begging for mercy in the warehouse, Amuro suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

But don't forget that you will also be an object that needs to be identified.

Now I don’t know what Rum’s next plan is, nor do I know what a friend’s next plan is…

... Polo Coffee Shop.

"I won!"

Lin Feng put a few poker cards in his hand on the table and shouted with a smile.

Blackjack, a very simple game.

He has won five games in a row.

Sitting opposite him are the plague god Mouri Kogoro, and the worker Azi.

There were not many customers in the afternoon, so the three of us just wanted to play around, not spending any money, just passing around notes.

"Hey, kid, what if others see me like this..." Mr. Kogoro said speechlessly, shaking his head.

There were five pieces of paper stuck on his face, swinging like door curtains.

"It's me. Just for Yoko's autographed album, I couldn't even win a single game." Azi looked similar to Uncle Maori, both of them lost five games in a row.

On the other hand, the repairman who suggested playing poker because he was bored didn't even have a piece of paper on his face and was smiling happily.

"Come on, continue, continue!" Lin Feng rubbed his hands and looked at the two people's faces. He had to cover them up today.

"If I win in the end, you will definitely go and ask me to sign my new album, right?" Uncle Maori confirmed while cutting the cards.

"Of course." Lin Feng gave an affirmative answer.

a piece of cake.

"Mr. Paul, aren't you also a fan of Yoko Okino? Why don't you join us?" A Zi looked towards the burly man in sunglasses who was looking at them from the kitchen with his arms folded.

There are no customers now, and the store manager is leading the game, so it’s okay to play for a while.

"No, I won't participate." Paul shook his head several times.

Although he was wearing sunglasses, I could see clearly from this angle. Why do you think the store manager was able to win five games in a row...

The sixth game, the seventh game... Lin Feng was still winning.

The two people opposite sighed.

At this time, Conan and his friends came back from school.

I saw three people playing poker by the window, and Sonoko, Ran, and Sera also came in.

"Pfft, hahaha!" Sonoko pointed at the sleeping detective and laughed in a very unkind way.

Conan was the second one, and then everyone started laughing.

"Stop playing!"

"Really? How could we lose ten games in a row?" Uncle Maori tore the paper off his face and threw it hard on the table.

In the last round, he drew twenty points, but Lin Feng threw out twenty-one.

A Zi looked at the cards in his hand, then reached out and drew another one. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he called out to Mr. Kogoro who was standing up.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Maori, why do I have two Tens of Spades here???"

“Two?!”

Uncle Maori held two identical cards and looked at someone.

How dare you cheat?!
"There's something wrong with the deck of playing cards I bought. Maybe it was printed wrong." Lin Feng stuffed the two cards in his hand into the deck without changing his expression.

"Don't try to fool me." Uncle Maori flipped over the pile of cards.

This guy just stuffed in two more identical cards.

"Manager!" A Zi was so angry that he grabbed a large number of white paper slips that had been prepared on the table.

"I still have to go over to repair it. See you later!" Lin Feng dodged and ran away.

"Running so fast."

"Why did Sera and that little brat run out with them?" Sonoko asked curiously.

"Dad, the cards seem to be a lot thicker..." Xiaolan gathered the cards on the table and could clearly feel that they were thicker...

"Damn it, I'm going to call the police to arrest him!"

(End of this chapter)