Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

In a smoky bar.

It was prime time in the evening, but a sign was posted here that the place was temporarily closed.

"Boss, are we not open for business today?"

A young waiter asked his bald, middle-aged boss in a low voice.

"Open for business?!"

"How can you not even tell what the atmosphere is like!" The bald middle-aged man slapped the waiter on the head and cursed.

You silly goose, you'll get me into trouble sooner or later.

Didn't you see Gin sitting there without saying a word, with a weapon case in front of him? You think you can entertain guests?

That's right, this bar in the corner of the city is one of the organization's properties, serving as a meeting point.

After the acquisition, the organization sent a shrewd person to manage the place, occasionally meeting with members of the organization and carrying out intelligence work.

"Karen."

Gin glanced coldly at the two young waiters at the bar and called over the bald boss.

Karen looked to be around forty years old, slightly overweight, and walked with a smile on her face. Perhaps because she had been running this kind of venue for a long time, she was somewhat slick and greasy, which was out of place with the organization's style of painting.

"Gin, would you like something to drink?" Karen stood by the table, glanced at the vodka with his head down, and asked with a smile.

The atmosphere is so serious, how come this guy can actually sleep?

Little did he know that Vodka had been on edge ever since he met the Dark Knight the night before, and it wasn't until he went into the bar and drank several large gulps of strong liquor that he finally relaxed and felt sleepy.

"There seem to be two extra small fry here tonight."

Gin pulled out a pistol from his pocket, fiddled with it in his hand, and casually said something.

It was obvious that he was referring to the two young waiters at the bar, and the muzzle of his gun was subtly pointed in that direction.

"Haha, those two guys are really unlucky. They didn't receive my message. But don't worry, I guarantee they won't show up for the next few days."

Karen's forehead was already beaded with sweat, but her slightly overweight body still chose to block the direction of the gun's muzzle.

"You should know the rules," Gin said coldly, placing the gun on the table.

Being a guarantor for someone else means risking your life.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm very reliable." Karen smiled, stepped back to the bar, and after the two young waiters handed over their communication devices, she led them into the lounge.

Two unlucky guys.

"Boss, are we going to stay inside for three days?"

Young people, of course, were unwilling.

Although I know the boss has some connections in that area, he can't just imprison someone for no reason.

"If you want to die, get out now. But I'm warning you, I'm not in charge of collecting your bodies. Whether your corpses get eaten by wild dogs is none of my business."

Karen casually picked up a bottle of beer, opened it, took a few sips, and said.

If you want to die, hurry up and do it.

Damn it, I really can't bear to watch them die in front of me.

What is Gin doing here? It's so annoying.

Not a single message has arrived.

It's better if he doesn't come; it'll save me from getting myself killed!
"Don't be angry, there's food and drink here, which is nice, but without internet and without a phone, it's a bit tough."

The blond waiter who had been slapped by Karen at the beginning offered words of comfort.

"Go watch TV, don't cause me any trouble!" Karen pointed to the TV in the corner, then tilted her head back and chugged her beer.

He was considering whether to take out the miniature communication device hidden inside his leather shoe, since Gin was a bit neurotic.

It's already on the lowest vibration setting, and there's absolutely no sound...

"crunch~"

The door to the staff break room was pushed open, and a masked man looked at Karen and said, "The boss wants you out."

"it is good."

Karen put down the bottle, gave her two henchmen another word of advice, and followed the man out of the room.

The guy walking in front of him, with a buzz cut and a very muscular build, was nicknamed Crocodile. He was an underground boxer from Europe, but he always wore a mask to hide his identity, and the two of them never had a deep conversation.

The two walked out of the corridor leading to the lounge one after the other. At this time, there were a few more people in the bar besides Gin and Vodka.

Three or four of them were new members who had just joined the organization and were not wearing the uniform black suits. The rest of them were all dressed in black suits and looked menacing.

One of them, a stunning blonde woman named Karen, was someone I knew well; she was a witch with certain privileges within the organization, Vermouth.

A dozen or so people had suddenly gathered; something big must have happened. Karen instinctively stomped her heel hard, wanting to make a phone call to discuss the matter, wondering who they were going to kill this time.

"Karen, I'm interrupting your business."

Vermouth, who was holding a cigarette in her hand, said with a smile.

"Don't say that. The funding the organization gave me is much higher than my turnover." Karen walked back behind the bar, took out some beer, and shrugged.

Don't be fooled by this woman; she's a ruthless and vicious person.

"Alright, there's no time for you to catch up."

Gin sat down, tapped the table, and said in a cold voice.

"I was still on vacation. I rushed over as soon as my plane landed. What happened?" Vermouth asked, taking a beer and drinking it.

"The worst-case scenario is that guy shows up." Vodka, now awake, sat down next to Gin with his arms crossed. Despite the many capable people present, only he could sit calmly beside his brother.

"..."

Gin glanced at the square-headed underling with slight displeasure.

In the worst-case scenario, these words don't sound very pleasant.

But it is indeed the truth.

The cold-blooded killer lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"That guy?" a newcomer asked.

Which guy are you talking about?

"The Dark Knight".

"I think you've all heard this name to some extent." Vermouth, who had been flying in the sky, finally realized why she had been summoned, and her smile faded.

She looked around at the guys in the room.

Besides himself and Gin, there were two other guys with alcohol-related code names, and the rest...

However, is there a difference between having a code name and not having one?

“I will tear him apart, in the most cruel way.”

At this moment, the muscular man with a buzz cut and wearing a mask clenched his fist and spoke.

"Heh, kill him. Whoever it is, that person will get everything they want." Gin sneered as he saw the wolf-like look in the other's eyes.

Just last night, after I and Vodka drove away, several members of the organization were murdered. It's obvious who did it.

The saying "to have everything" is not an exaggeration.

Money, power, women—anything is fine, but of course, the demands should be reasonable.

As soon as the promise was made, Vermouth clearly felt several people's breathing become heavier.

It seems they have a good understanding of the organization's capabilities and what it can achieve.

However, they didn't know much about the Dark Knight.

"..."

Karen stood by the bar and scratched her chin.

To be honest, he knew a little more than these newcomers, and the intelligence organization behind him had also sent him information about the Dark Knight.

It was a being like a ghost or a god.

We can just run away.

Travel all over the five continents.

Of course, I won't go to Africa...

As Karen was lost in thought, she felt a slight tremor beneath her feet.

Why are you calling at this hour?

He ignored him and continued to listen attentively to what Gin was saying.

"I'll say it again, kill him, at all costs, no matter how many people die or how many buildings are destroyed."

Gin's eyes were icy. He had made up his mind since his hasty escape yesterday: whether it was an armed helicopter or anything else, he would bring it all out, even if it meant his own death, he would drag the other person down to hell with him.

"Gin, let's not make too much of a fuss."

“That guy probably won’t stay long,” Vermouth said, frowning slightly.

I should warn that guy not to engage in a direct firefight.

“That’s why we need to act as soon as possible.” Gin glanced coldly at Vermouth.

"That's right, kill him!"

"I wonder if it's really as rumored..."

Some people started excitedly discussing it, rubbing their hands together in anticipation, creating a very lively atmosphere.

……

"I received an email from Vermouth."

Lin Feng, who was resting and watching a movie in a hotel, suddenly noticed the TV screen flickering. Hiroki's figure appeared, and with a wave of his hand, an email appeared.

Internet-connected TVs are like this; they can easily be hacked by strange characters.

"Are they still in that bar?" Lin Feng asked after glancing at the email.

Vermouth explained the current situation and the extent of the madness of one of the task force leaders.

In this situation, it would be best for the Dark Knight not to show himself.

"Yes, plans are being developed."

Hiroki then retrieved the content he was eavesdropping on.

"Vermouth sends emails in front of so many people?" Lin Feng asked curiously.

This guy is getting bolder and bolder.

She said she needed to go to the restroom...

Drinking too much alcohol leads to frequent urination. (End of Chapter)