Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 441 Everyone has weaknesses

Out of the corner of his eye, Conan saw Tequila raise an eyebrow at him, seemingly as if to encourage him.

Gin is being held back by Aunt Joel, Tequila is helping him, and Vodka is still acting rather dim-witted.

This is sure!

Conan quickly regained his composure and placed his finger on the fire button.

"What was that sound just now?"

Vodka looked down and suddenly noticed a strange scope, but he didn't pay much attention to it; it's normal for a child's watch to be odd.

It might be a collaboration with Kamen Rider.

"That's the sound!"

Conan waved his hand, attracting Vodka to stick his head out and take a look.

"call out--"

A nearly transparent needle suddenly emerged from the watch.

Because of the dim light, the needle was almost invisible, and Vodka instinctively asked, "Is there something there?"

In that instant, the anesthetic needle struck Vodka precisely in the forehead!
Vodka felt a slight itch, as if he had been stung by a mosquito in the middle of his forehead.

Vodka struggled to roll his eyes to check the situation, but the moment he saw the tip of the anesthetic needle, it shattered into dust.

Feeling the crystalline substance spreading before his eyes, Vodka let out a heavy yawn.

"Big brother, why do I suddenly feel a little sleepy?"

A sudden dizziness washed over me, and the feeling of lightheadedness and unsteadiness intensified.

"I think I can still drink."

Vodka seemed to have seen something, and despite swaying, he didn't fall down. He raised his hand and waved it in front of Xia Chuan, as if offering a toast.

Without the tactical dagger to suppress him, Conan began to struggle.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the vodka was even stronger when it was drunk, and not only did it not escape the clutches, but it also felt like the more it struggled, the tighter it became.

Oops!

Xia Chuan instantly realized the problem: Vodka was a heavy drinker who had long since developed a tolerance to alcohol!
Kogoro Mouri has been shot for over a thousand episodes, and despite being a fellow alcoholic, he hasn't developed any drug resistance. What's going on with vodka?

Is it because vodka is a strong liquor?

Has the class struggle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) looking down on beer developed to the level of drug resistance?
This is the first time that Dr. Agasa's wristwatch-type tranquilizer gun has failed to work.

No, this is the first time we've encountered a situation where the effect is not obvious.

Conan was extremely anxious. Taking advantage of Vodka's unsteadiness, he found a suitable angle and shot him with the needle.

The needle exploded after hitting vodka's chin.

Two anesthetic needles were inserted, and even a drunkard like vodka had reached his limit.

Familiar footsteps appeared, and Vodka perfectly recreated Kogoro Mouri's gait before he fell asleep.

"Vodka, are you alright?!"

Xia Chuan pretended to care about Vodka and showed some panic, creating an opportunity for Conan.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Conan forcefully broke free from Vodka's grip, and the moment he landed, he activated his power-enhancing shoes, leaping away in two large bounds and disappearing from everyone's sight.

He had to act quickly. He had a general idea of ​​Tequila's attitude: helping was a given, but if he couldn't leave immediately, Tequila certainly wouldn't be polite to him in order to avoid arousing Gin's suspicion.

Fortunately, it was a success.

"Tequila, hurry up and leave him here!" Gin roared.

What's the point of caring about vodka at a time like this? We can talk about brotherhood later. What they need right now is a hostage!
"it is good!"

Xia Chuan nodded and followed. Arresting anyone was out of the question; once out of Gin's sight, he could do whatever he wanted.

Oh, and I definitely have to give Conan a good beating later!
If it weren't for Conan, Joel wouldn't have had to openly stand against Gin.

Judging from Gin's expression and words, he probably knows there will be more trouble coming his way.
After rushing into the forest, Conan shouted, "Aunt Joel, save me!"

Joel sighed inwardly, ultimately deciding to abandon Gin and chase after Conan.

We absolutely cannot let Conan fall into the hands of the Black Organization, otherwise we won't be able to explain it to Ran and the others.

Gin looked meaningfully in the direction Joel had left, and a few seconds later he saw Tequila burst out.

No problem, Tequila is no match for Joel. Fighting him head-on is no different from suicide.

Coming back is the wise thing to do.

"Let's go."

Gin walked ahead, while Natsukawa carried the fast-sleeping vodka on his back.

"Big brother, do you need me to lend a hand?"

Gin walked in a slightly strange way, limping, clearly because the place where he was injured was still throbbing.

"Need not!"

Gin waved his hand, straightened his back slightly, and forced himself to walk more normally despite the pain, not wanting to show his injured side to his underlings.

"I never expected the Metropolitan Police Department to have such an expert; I'd never even heard of him before."

Gin felt a slight bitterness in his heart; he had underestimated his opponent.

This woman is absolutely comparable to me in my prime, especially in terms of strength, which is not much different from that of the Thorn Princess.

His hand-to-hand combat is one aspect, but his marksmanship is also part of his fighting ability. In today's battle, the problem lies with his gun.

There are too many constraints; I don't even dare to fire the gun. It's even more frustrating than before...

"I've been operating in Tokyo the whole time, and I know quite a bit about the Metropolitan Police Department's investigation division, but I really don't recognize this woman."

Xia Chuan seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "Perhaps it might be the Metropolitan Police Department's trump card, or maybe it was just transferred here. We've been making too many moves lately, and the zoo has probably been causing a lot of trouble, plus the frequent murders."

This woman is probably someone the Metropolitan Police Department specifically hired to handle special incidents—like us.”

"Hmm, I'll have Vermouth investigate this later. She clearly hesitated when we invited her to join, so there might be a chance for her to become a codename member of the organization."

Xia Chuan thought Gin was daydreaming, but he didn't directly refute her. Instead, he tentatively asked, "Isn't it inappropriate? After all, she's a police officer. Even if she's willing to join us, the boss probably won't trust her, and many missions probably won't be able to be carried out."

"Hehe, everyone has weaknesses. We'll find a suitable solution after a thorough investigation."

Gin waved his hand and quickened his pace to leave.

The Porsche 356a was hidden in a very remote location near the guesthouse area. Police officers and firefighters were busy dealing with the fire and had no time to conduct a full-scale search.

Seeing that his beloved car was safe and sound, Gin was clearly relieved.

If this continues, the Porsche 356a in Japan will become extinct. We can't exactly kidnap Porsche designers in Europe to build cars for them.

"and many more!"

Natsukawa stopped Gin from getting into the car.

"what happened?"

Gin cast a curious glance and saw Tequila squatting on the ground, seemingly having discovered something.

“There are traces here that are different from those on Porsches and Kawasakis. Strange, if it were the Metropolitan Police Department, our car should have been discovered by now.”

Xia Chuan carefully examined the area for a while and finally found a small positioning device inside the rear bumper of the Porsche.

(End of this chapter)