Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Nice to meet you all."

The Dark Knight.

The waiter he was carrying was the same one who had led Curaçao and the other two through the door; he was also a member of the organization.

Curaçao stood before him, utterly shocked.

She never expected that the friend Lin Feng had mentioned would actually appear here.

Did they come for themselves?!
"quick!"

The man behind Curaçao, wearing headphones, shouted and reached for his waist.

This is not a joke.

All three were seasoned veterans, so their reactions were naturally quick. However, the person opposite them was even faster, faster than a human.

In the blink of an eye, Curaçao was pushed aside by the shadowy figure.

The ghostly figure appeared directly in front of the muscular man wearing headphones.

The other party had just pulled out a pistol and hadn't even had a chance to aim at the target when an elbow, carrying terrifying force, slammed into his chest.

"puff!"

The man coughed up blood instantly, his chest caved in, and he was sent flying, his body crashing into two tables before he was lifeless.

The force is about the same as being hit by a truck.

He is no sturdier than a big tree.

"How could he..."

A dramatic change occurred in just a few seconds.

Rum looked out the window in disbelief.

Where are my people?

Why hasn't anyone reported anything?
Are they all blind?
Vermouth and Amuro exchanged a glance, both of them shocked.

One of them was an undercover agent, and the other was a traitor, so they weren't that scared, but they still had to put on an act, and they both stood subtly in front of Rum.

"Oh!"

The other two people, a man and a woman, took advantage of the moment when the well-dressed man was knocked away, leaped up, rolled on the ground, quickly raised their pistols, and pulled the trigger.

We've fought side by side countless times, and knowing where to position ourselves and how to shoot and block has become an instinctive reaction.

As a series of bullets were fired, all that could be seen was that the dark figure instantly became incredibly blurry.

"Oh!"

Inside the banquet hall, the bullets from the two men's two guns seemed capable of hitting anything, but they just couldn't hit anyone.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The hand holding the pistol began to tremble, and the short-haired woman's heart was completely filled with fear and despair.

This kind of enemy was something she had never heard of or seen before.

No jokes tonight.

A cold voice rang out, and the figure of the man in black appeared, kicking another companion in the head.

"boom!"

It's clear that the opponent controlled their strength very well; there was no explosive effect, they simply died.

"Hell messenger, damn it, you're a hell messenger!" These people who have been on the battlefield are all a little bit mentally unstable.

The deliberately manipulated voice, combined with this unpredictable and mysterious method, pushed the short-haired woman to the brink of mental collapse.

"I'm sorry, you guessed wrong."

The Dark Knight gripped her neck, lifted her up, twisted her slightly, and then tossed her aside.

"You should join us using these methods!"

"Whatever your request, I can fulfill it."

Seeing his elite troops all defeated, Rum spoke in a deep voice.

It's not that I look down on Bourbon and Vermouth in front of me; the fact is they can't stop this guy.

With so many people outside, they couldn't see a single living person enter the hotel.

McClane, are you eating shit while holding a sniper rifle?!
"I warned you last time." Lin Feng sneered, approaching step by step until he stood opposite the three of them.

money?

Power?

Or a woman?

How could someone like that do something like this...?

Rum looked at the other person, his heart leaping into his throat, as if an invisible hand were squeezing his heart.

damn it.

I've already pressed the emergency button, but why hasn't the action team responded yet?
"This is the tenth floor. If you jump down voluntarily and survive, I'll let you go tonight."

Lin Feng knew he couldn't offer any more price, so he looked out the window at the night sky with amusement.

These hotel buildings are much taller than residential buildings; if someone were to jump, they would undoubtedly be smashed to pieces.

"eternal life."

“Immortality, I believe no one could refuse that.” Rum finally spoke, stating what he believed was the price that would save his life.

Amuro turned his head slightly to look at this person, his heart churning with turmoil.

Coincidentally, Vermouth was also in sync, but her eyes were frighteningly cold, as if she wasn't surprised at all that Rum had said such a thing.

"You don't have that ability."

"Even Karasuma Renya doesn't have any." Lin Feng shook his head.

Anyone can brag, but now that your underwear has been seen through, what is there left to brag about?

“The organization’s research has been effective…” Rum was about to give a brief introduction when he was interrupted.

"Are you suggesting that Karasuma Renya lived to be over a hundred years old and became unable to take care of himself?" Lin Feng retorted with a cold laugh.

He really doesn't care about that.

From what I can feel right now, my body is still growing.

The effect of time has become extremely minor.

One day, time will no longer leave any trace on you.

I'm a bug, as are Kudo and his friends, and most of Beika Town are too.

But you are not.

"What do you mean by that?" Rum had no idea about Karasuma Renya's condition, nor did he know where he was or what he was doing.

Saying someone is unable to take care of themselves...

"Vermouth, do you know what that means?" Lin Feng looked at a blonde beauty dressed in black.

"Hehe, how would I know?"

Vermouth smiled, took out a cigarette, lit it, and walked to the side.

You can do as you please, I'll smoke one first.

“You can step aside now.” Lin Feng then looked at Amuro.

“His value is extremely high,” Amuro said, frowning.

At this point, he stopped pretending altogether.

[Very valuable]

Rum's pupils contracted.

Is he talking about himself?
you……

"His greatest value is to die here, together with everyone who participated in the operation tonight."

"As for you two."

"No one will know you were here. You can go back to work and serve the organization."

After glancing at Vermouth and Amuro, Lin Feng offered his solution.

Upon hearing that Rum was doomed, Amuro couldn't help but look at Curaçao, who was standing not far away.

Is it because of her?
Why did you release them and then come back here?

What kind of trick are you playing?

He thought about it and then looked at Vermouth.

Is she on your side too?

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not thinking of killing me to cover your tracks, are you?" Vermouth teased with a smile.

Do you think I can't guess anything about your undercover identity?

Upon hearing this, Amuro withdrew his gaze.

"Hand him over to me, and I guarantee he won't escape."

Rum is the organization's second-in-command, and he manages most of the day-to-day affairs; he is of immense value.

"What do you take me for?"

"A lamb to the slaughter?"

Rum had just been trying to make peace by offering concessions, but with Vermouth and Bourbon turning against him, he completely lost interest.

He inherited the code name Rum from his father, who had served that man for many years, and had never experienced anything like it before in the decades since.

Although he still wanted to climb higher, like Gin, he hated traitors the most. "Isn't that right?" Lin Feng asked again, following his words.

Obvious.

These light, nonchalant words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Heh, let's take a gamble then. Maybe a fall from the tenth floor won't kill anyone," Rum said with a sneer as he looked out the window.

"You keep your word." Lin Feng gestured for him to proceed.

“That’s tempered glass,” Vermouth said, noticing Rum walking toward the French windows.

There are no windows here, so you can't exactly let him smash it open with his bald head.

"Let me help you."

Including the living and the dead, most of the people here have guns on them.

In short, making a hole is not difficult.

"Wow~"

The glass shattered, and the night wind howled in, chilling everyone to the bone.

By this point, Rum had calmed down considerably.

"What exactly is your purpose?" he asked, standing by the window with a missing pane of glass.

Upholding justice?

You don't seem like that kind of guy.

Looking for thrills?

Congratulations on finding the right opponent.

"I don't have any particular purpose. I'll do whatever I want." Lin Feng honestly shook his head.

The highest state.

"Hehehe..."

Rum laughed wildly as he lit his favorite cigar.

The smoke drifted away and dissipated in the wind.

"Let's go home," Lin Feng said, turning to Curaçao, who was still in a daze.

Vermouth swore that these were the gentlest words she had ever heard from this man.

It even makes one wonder if he is possessed by some unclean spirit.

Of course, the voice was still cold.

"go home?"

Curaçao was taken aback, staring intently at the Dark Knight before him.

you……

"Find a corpse, then set it on fire. Remember, Curaçao and Rum are both dead; I killed them."

Lin Feng turned his head and spoke to the two people.

"As ordered."

Vermouth shrugged and readily agreed.

Amuro remained silent and did not object.

There is a body downstairs. Fortunately, it is a hotel parking lot with few pedestrians, so there has been no movement for the time being. However, the police need to be involved before the matter can be properly handled.

This guy actually came for this woman, and he's going to kill everyone to cover up his secret...

……

"is it you?"

In the stairwell.

The two were walking downstairs one after the other when Curaçao suddenly asked a question.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng turned his head and stared at her for two seconds.

He slowly reached out and removed his disguise.

Face mask, glasses, hood.

it's me.

"How could it be you?" Curaçao was momentarily stunned, unsure of what to say.

He was in a car accident and was rescued by the other party and taken home.

Doesn't he know his own identity?

No, he knew that the two had fought before, at the home of that Dark Knight fanatic.

Did he want to extract information about the organization from himself?

No, he was excessively powerful, capable of silently disrupting Rum's careful arrangements and killing all members of the organization.

Curaçao had already guessed that the other party's actions tonight were for his benefit.

Why do all this...?

"I'm very hungry, let's talk about it when we get home."

Lin Feng smiled at her and said that after removing his disguise, he returned to his sunny, handsome, and gentle appearance.

Curaçao was shocked and had so much to say, but seeing that smile, she chose to remain silent.

The two arrived at the car safely without incident.

"At least you are free from now on."

"Dye your hair, put on some makeup, and wear colored contact lenses, and I can help you solve your identity problem."

"You can go wherever you want." Lin Feng looked at Curaçao beside him and noticed that her eyes were full of complicated emotions. He smiled and said.

"I don't know where to go."

"Do you want me to leave?" Curaçao continued to ask.

It didn't seem like some kind of verbal game between lovers; perhaps she genuinely didn't know what to do.

"Do not want to."

"I'm just reminding you that you are free." Lin Feng leaned closer to her face, looked into her eyes, and said earnestly.

These words, along with facial expressions and gestures, were effective.

A flicker of emotion crossed Curaçao's eyes, and she took the initiative to kiss him.

live.

Live freely.

Which is more important?
Of course, some people are more obsessed with the truth, but it's clear that people like Curaçao, who are not in control of their own lives and walk on the edge of life and death, are not that type.

"Go home, I'm not going anywhere else..."

……

"Bourbon, I never expected this."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Vermouth sized up the serious-looking undercover agent.

"Didn't expect anything? That we're in the same boat?"

“I should be the one saying that,” Amuro said, giving the blonde girl a deep look.

As an outsider who joined the organization, I can be excused.

So you've also colluded with the Dark Knight to betray him?

"Hehe, what do you think tomorrow will be like?"

Ignoring Amuro's words, Vermouth turned to look out the window. Thick smoke was billowing from the hotel building, and the fire had started in the banquet hall on the tenth floor.

Rum is dead.

It is estimated that this will cause a major earthquake.

However, it's better that he's dead.

Someone will always take down those who try to stand out.

"I need to find someone to tamper with and delete the surveillance footage of us. It would be best if that guy could help me clean things up."

Amuro's tone carried a hint of resentment towards the Dark Knight.

Such a big thing, and you just do it your own way without even discussing it with me.

You might as well just go to his house and kill him, and tell us not to go there.

"Do you know how many people Rum has stationed around here?" Vermouth asked, looking at the several tall buildings that had turned dark around them.

"I don't know, all I know is that they're all finished," Amuro said, holding the phone.

He understood perfectly what the Dark Knight meant: everyone involved in tonight's operation was doomed.

Some of the people in the hotel were actually members of the organization, and now they're all dead.

While talking.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

It was the sound of an explosion.

Flames shot into the sky, black smoke billowed, and a van parked in the shadows was blown into the air.

The explosion damaged some firearms and weapons inside, and even caused a significant chain reaction... (End of Chapter)