Ke Xue: My standards for dating are not problematic!

Chapter 93 Assemble! The Avengers

"Oh, Kitahara, we meet again."

As soon as Inspector Megure got out of the car, he gave Kitahara Natsuhiro a hug, clearly very happy.

Because Kitahara Natsuhiro always brought him credit whenever he called, he dropped everything and rushed over immediately after receiving the call.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he can relax again and, incidentally, apply for a prize for the helpful citizen, Kitahara Natsuhiro.

He calculated that if things continued like this, he might be able to advance to the next level without retiring.

He really wants to improve!
"Inspector Megure, it's been a long time." Kitahara Natsuhiro smiled, then looked at the other officers behind him: "Officer Chiba, Officer Sato, Officer Takagi, hello."

Officer Chiba and his two colleagues nodded in response.

Kitahara Natsuyu didn't waste any time and directly told Inspector Megure and the others about the situation.

After learning the details, Kitahara Natsuhiro led Inspector Megure and other members of the forensic department into the Tanaka residence to begin a search.

At this moment, Conan wanted to sneak in quietly while the others weren't paying attention.

However, he was captured by Kojima Genta, a loyal follower of Kitahara Natsuhiro.

"Conan, where do you want to go?"

Genta crossed his arms, blocking Conan's path like a mountain.

Conan looked up at Genta and chuckled, "I...I have a stomachache and need to go to the toilet."

"Conan."

Mitsuhiko walked over, put his hand on Mitsuhiko's shoulder, and shook his head: "Lying isn't something a good kid should do, you know. We can't hide what you're up to."

"So you should just give up and stay here obediently waiting for the teacher to come out. Don't go anywhere."

"That's right, that's right."

Ayumi appeared beside Conan in a flash.

At this moment, Conan realized that he was completely surrounded by Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi.

He was a little confused as to why these guys were stopping him. Was it just because they were afraid that Kitahara Natsuhiro would make them copy the school rules as punishment?
Or is it... Kamen Rider's Golden Card?!

Conan finally realized the key point: these guys, besides being afraid of Kitahara Natsuhiro, also wanted to get the Kamen Rider Gold Card, which happened to be in Kitahara Natsuhiro's hands.

Damn it, I'm not even as important as a single card.
Our feelings have faded; we're no longer friends!
"Genta, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, I'll treat you to ice cream later, can you let me in?" Conan pleaded.

Since the toilet plan is not working, let's bribe them.

Given Genta's gluttonous nature, he would definitely agree, and Ayumi and Mitsuhiko would agree as well.

But this time.
Genta refused righteously and firmly: "Hmph, we are not the kind of people who would betray Kitahara-sensei for a mere ice cream. Just give up and stay here obediently."

Ice cream? Do you think I, Genta, am a man who would covet just a mere ice cream?
of course not!

He promised Conan that he would only receive an ice cream and ten copies of the school rules, but by keeping his promise, he was rewarded with a big meal.

Ice cream is worthless compared to a big meal; he's clever.

So, Conan, I'm sorry.

The same applies to Mitsuhiko and Ayumi.

The three of them grew up together, so naturally they were of one mind.

"hateful!!!"

Seeing Genta's resolute expression, Conan knew he had no chance and could only squat in the corner, staring at the sky, feeling utterly hopeless.

The other side.
Kitahara Natsuhiro was telling Inspector Megure how he discovered the body, while Inspector Megure was taking notes with a pen and notebook.

He didn't want to go to the Metropolitan Police Department with Inspector Megure to give a statement, so he figured he could just do it here and save time.

"I see. You brought the children to look for the cat, and then you saw this body." Inspector Megure nodded, moved his hand, and wrote everything down.

“That’s right, that’s how it is. Also, Akira’s hair is stained with blood. If needed, the forensic officers can take some away,” Kitahara Natsuhiro said.

Inspector Megure closed his notebook, a broad smile on his face: "Okay, I'll have the forensic team do it. Thank you for your cooperation, Kitahara-sensei."

"If anything happens, I will let you know immediately. Thank you for your help today."

"Also, I will report the bonuses to you, so please check your account when they arrive."

Now, the Metropolitan Police Department's Good Citizen Award has also become one of Kitahara Natsuhiro's sources of income. It's not a lot of money, but even a small amount is still a piece of meat, and he doesn't mind.

"Okay, thank you for your help, Inspector Megure. I'll be going now; I still need to take these children home."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

"Ah."

Kitahara Natsuhiro responded and then came out of the Tanaka house. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Conan squatting in the corner with a look of utter despair.

He knew why Conan had become like this; he had heard everything while standing inside.

so.
"Genta, you did a great job. Come on, let me treat you to ice cream," Kitahara Natsuyu said with a smile, patting the little ones on the head.

Immediately, Genta and the others became excited.

Hiroki, standing to the side, paused for a moment, then pointed to himself and said, "I have one too."

"Of course, teachers like well-behaved children, and there are well-behaved children everywhere!"

"Thank you, teacher," Hiroki said, bowing.

"You're welcome."

Just then, members of the forensic department came out and approached Hiroki, taking a bloody hair from Akira's body.

"Conan, we're going home, what are you still doing squatting there?"

"And this is yours."

Genta looked at the dejected Conan, walked over, helped him up, and stuffed a gold card into his pocket.

"card."

Conan glanced at the card in his pocket, his lips twitching slightly. He didn't need such a thing.

Besides, what's the use of a Kamen Rider card?

"Alright, we've finished today's mission. Let's go get some ice cream." Genta laughed and put his arm around Conan's shoulder.

Ayumi and Mitsuhiko, who were standing nearby, also came over and took Conan's hands.

Seeing the smiles on the three people's faces, Conan was also infected by their smiles and a smile appeared on his face as well.

"Forget about the case for now, let's go eat ice cream, let's eat lots of ice cream!"

He knew that his inability to handle the case was due to Kitahara Natsuyu's obstruction. Although there was nothing he could do, he could indulge in a good amount of ice cream to make him feel sorry for him. Yes, that's what he'll do.

"Okay, let's go get some ice cream together!"

Assimilation progress: 100%.

Standing at the door, Kitahara Natsuhiro looked at Conan and the others, and couldn't help but think to himself, "Conan has been assimilated."

"Yuanta and the others are indeed formidable!"

He then followed.

Beika Town, Tsuchiya Pharmaceutical Factory, Training Room.

At this moment, two inappropriate people appeared in the training room.

These two people are Sherry and Vermouth.

"Shirley, stand up and continue. You haven't finished your physical training for today!"

Vermouth stood to the side, looking down at Sherry lying on the floor with a cold expression.

Hearing this, Sherry, lying on the floor, gasped for breath and glanced at Vermouth: "What did I do wrong that you're torturing me like this?"

She couldn't understand why Vermouth would do that; she just couldn't understand it.

Ever since she arrived at noon, this woman had been causing her trouble, eventually dragging her into this training room and making her do physical training.

Push-ups, shuttle runs, and jump rope.

You could say she spent the whole afternoon doing this kind of physical training, and she felt like she was about to die.

He wasn't killed by a gun, but by exhaustion.

She didn't know why Vermouth did this, but it was probably because she was going through menopause, or because she had been humiliated outside and came to cause trouble for her.

She thought it must be both.

What puzzled her even more was that Gin didn't get involved in this matter this time.

I'm an important researcher for the organization, come and save me!

Gin, Gin-sama, you bastard!

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I just think your physical condition is too poor right now, so I want to train you a bit,” Vermouth said slowly. “If there’s an emergency at the base, you’ll have the strength to escape.”

"Stand up and keep training!"

Shirley didn't believe a word of what she said.

This only confirmed my suspicion that Vermouth had been outmaneuvered.

The only being capable of putting this woman in a difficult position is probably Mr. Ghost.

Mr. Ghost, well done! Torture this woman severely!
Thinking about this made Shirley less unhappy.

She was happy when Vermouth was unhappy.

However, she was somewhat disappointed that she didn't see Vermouth get the short end of the stick.

"Huh, got it."

I'm happy that you failed, but I'm very unhappy that you made me continue training.

I, Sherry, will remember this grudge, and one day I will repay it tenfold.

Kang dang
Just then, the door to the training room was opened.

Gin, dressed in a black trench coat and smoking a cigarette, walked in. He glanced at Sherry, then looked at Vermouth: "Vermouth, that's enough. We still have things to do."

His tolerance of Vermouth bullying Sherry today was entirely due to the phone call he made this morning.

In addition, Shirley did not make any further research progress during this period.

He'll only turn a blind eye to some things.

This would give Shirley some motivation and let her know that the organization doesn't need useless people.

"Hmph!" Vermouth snorted coldly and turned to leave the training room.

Gin slowly exhaled a smoke ring and said softly, "Sherry, the research can't stop."

Upon hearing this, Shirley trembled slightly and whispered, "I...I understand."

She knew that Gin was giving her a warning.

She's been a bit lax lately and hasn't produced any research results, which is why we're in this situation today.

"Ah."

Gin responded and turned to leave the training room.

After watching Gin leave, Sherry lay down on the floor again, muttering to herself, "Mr. Ghost, what should I do?"

While Sherry was praying, Gin returned to his office.

By this time, his office was already packed with people.

Cohen, Chianti, tequila, vermouth, and himself.

Aside from Bourbon, Kiel, and Pisco, who was not suitable to appear, all the core members of the Japanese branch were present here.

This time, Gin is preparing for a team fight.

The purpose is to find the guy codenamed Ghost.

And this was the result of a private discussion he had with Vermouth.

"Tonight, we're going to meet the ghost."

"The ghost now has only two choices: join us or die."

"I hope you won't hold us back," Gin said calmly, glancing around at the others.

Upon hearing this, the spirited young woman, Chianti, revealed a ferocious smile: "I've wanted to fight this guy again for a long time, and this time I'll definitely blow his head off!"

Cohen, standing to the side, adjusted his sunglasses in response.

Tequila clenched his fists, vowing revenge.

Vermouth looked at these people and thought to herself, "They are all defeated by Gastly, even I am. What do we have to kill them with?"

"A bunch of clueless idiots!"

(End of this chapter)