Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Creating chaos to lure out the Dark Knight is a very effective tactic, but it costs a lot of money.

Nobody wants to mess with the Grand Duke Jupiter; at the very least, it will cause serious injury, and it could even cost you your life. So, just throw money at it.

Amuro received the assassin's instructions and went to reply to the email, but it was already undeliverable.

The other party deleted their account very quickly.

Picking up the phone, Amuro began making arrangements.

Of course, I need to inform the store manager about this first.

……

The next day.

In the morning, Paul drove with Azi to deliver coffee and meals to a major client, leaving only Amuro and Lin Feng in the shop.

"You don't seem to care about that assassin at all," Amuro asked, glancing at the other person as he wiped a glass in his hand.

"Hehe, there's another bombing waiting for him today," Lin Feng said with a smile, picking up his coffee.

"A bombing?!"

Amuro narrowed his eyes.

Do you know where he is or what his identity is?
"This has nothing to do with me," Lin Feng said, disclaiming any involvement.

As you know, this is Beika Town, and nothing is easy to do. Whether you're an information broker or an arms dealer, it's an extremely dangerous profession.

"Dingling~"

"Welcome!" Suddenly, the wind chimes rang, and Amuro stopped talking and looked over with a different expression.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Amuro was suddenly taken aback.

is her!

"Hello!" Curaçao smiled at Bourbon and then sat down next to Lin Feng.

"I'd like some coffee, please."

She smiled and took her order from the shop assistant.

"Get the proprietress some coffee!" Lin Feng shouted, banging on the table.

What are you standing there for? Believe me or not, I'll fire you!

"Please use it..."

Amuro was also helpless. He brought over a cup of coffee and placed it on the table. Then, without leaving, he stood by and watched the two of them.

"Does he never pretend?"

Seeing Bourbon's appearance, Curaçao felt something was off and couldn't help but ask the repairman.

I've been working here for a long time, so I'll use this authentic look.

"He's always been like this, even when he was in police academy. His hairstyle hasn't changed since elementary school," Lin Feng nodded and said.

With such limited intelligence gathering capabilities, it would be strange if the organization didn't perish.

Of course, Vermouth must have had some intelligence and had been suspicious of Bourbon since the beginning.

But she has a rebellious streak...

“It’s been cleaned up very thoroughly, no one can find out,” Amuro explained, frowning.

Our police force isn't just sitting around doing nothing, you know.

“Interesting. He didn’t even realize your true identity when you were so close,” Curaçao said with a smile.

"I should be congratulating you."

Amuro looked at the traitor in this organization.

You've finally made it ashore, living a carefree life, and now you even have the mind to mock yourself.

"Gentlemen, we should talk about the organization."

Amuro's expression turned serious as he tossed the rag aside and said...

The intelligence held by the Dark Knight and Curaçao is definitely of high value.

"What's there to talk about?" Lin Feng looked at Curaçao, unsure where to begin.

"Well...you should know that the organization has been heavily investing in the pharmaceutical and computer industries."

Curaçao pondered for a moment before speaking.

"I've also recently discovered that quite a few companies are planning to shift their focus along with them." Amuro nodded. The police are keeping an eye on them; they absolutely cannot let them escape easily.

"Do you know what they're doing?" Lin Feng asked the cook with a smile.

"It's probably related to what Rum said last time."

"I didn't report what he said," Amuro said with a stern face. It was utterly absurd.

The Dark Knight was tempted by the promise of immortality.

“You probably know very well that what he said might not be a lie,” Curaçao said, tapping his fingers on the table.

"That gentleman in the organization has maintained absolute dominance for decades."

"Why is he still alive?"

Curaçao's question really stumped Amuro.

you ask why?
who knows.

Did the organization really succeed?
“Half a century ago, at the age of ninety-nine, Karasuma Renya officially began to promote the plan,” Lin Feng continued, picking up where Curaçao left off.

His words startled Curaçao.

What happened fifty years ago is top secret.

Even Rum wasn't entirely clear on the matter.

“Elena Miyano, you should be very familiar with this name.” Lin Feng paused, then looked at Amuro.

“Hell Angel”.

Upon hearing this name, Amuro became even more silent.

Fallen angel.

The scientist who joined the organization, that woman...

"Nineteen years ago, the Miyano couple joined the Karasuma Group and began developing a drug called Silver Bullet."

Lin Feng took a sip of coffee and continued.

Not only Amuro listened attentively, but Curaçao did too, carefully listening to what was being said.

However, Lin Feng stopped, seemingly unwilling to say any more.

“I haven’t been able to find much information about either of them, including their daughter,” Amuro said, frowning.

"What exactly is the silver bullet?" Curaçao pressed.

Could it be?!
"A drug that can reverse the flow of time."

"However, it has considerable side effects," Lin Feng said, shaking his head.

The Silver Bullet was the predecessor to APTX4869, developed by Shiho Miyano after analyzing some data left over from the fire.

The organization has always used drug A as a poison.

"It's already a success?" Curaçao took a deep breath, somewhat incredulous.

"If we fail, wouldn't those children of Karasuma Renya be in a terrible state?" Lin Feng smiled knowingly.

"A child?" Amuro immediately thought of a certain possibility, as well as that witch.

"Belmore was lucky; by the time it was her turn, the drug had finally achieved a stage of success."

"Karasuma Renya is indeed very capable in finding these two scientists who were coerced."

"Looking at the rejuvenated Vermouth, he knew that he had finally obtained the immortality he had always dreamed of."

"After they take the medicine, it's time to execute these two scientists." Lin Feng stopped again.

This time it's because we have guests.

"Please wait!"

Amuro hurriedly went to make coffee and sandwiches.

He was eager to hear the rest of the story.

“We probably shouldn’t have given him this information for free,” Lin Feng said, smacking his lips.

"You didn't make this up?"

Curaçao knew absolutely nothing about this part.

The plan from fifty years ago contained organizational details and some classified information, but none of it was as alarming as this intelligence.

"This does sound like a made-up story," Lin Feng said with a smile.

Before long, Amuro dismissed the customers and hurriedly returned to the table to wait for the lecture.

"I'm a little hungry," Lin Feng said, looking up at the ceiling.

"..."

Amuro rarely cooks for his gluttonous shop owner so willingly... (End of Chapter)