I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Chapter 492 Ireland: Me, test? Who's plotting against me?
Ireland has turned red.

It has become warm and red in the literal sense.

When he saw the warehouse where Curaçao was suddenly explode, and his own detonator didn't give any feedback, he knew that someone was probably plotting against him and had planted other explosives in the warehouse.

Those capable of planting explosives are mostly members of the Black Organization.

However, Ireland couldn't fathom who could be so malicious.

No, Curaçao was a close confidant of Rum. Who would be so bored as to plant a mine and blow him up? Does that make sense? Curaçao was killed in the explosion, and I'm the one to take the blame!

Ireland can't even imagine how furious the rum industry would be if they knew about this.

Fortunately, it wasn't just Rum who lost his composure; he lost his composure too.

He picked up his binoculars and stared at the abandoned warehouse for a long time until the fire department and hospital staff arrived. Only then did he have to admit one thing—Curaçao seemed to be dead.

"Ireland, Vermouth and I will be leaving Tokyo one after the other."

"Heh, although I don't think Batman poses much of a threat to me, your plan to restrain him has indeed been very effective. I will report this to that official later."

Gin's voice came through the headphones.

Unlike other times, Gin seemed to be in a good mood after downing the rye whiskey, and even his tone became calmer. However, while Gin's tone calmed down, he didn't!
Ireland's face changed, and he said angrily,

"Gin! Curaçao is dead, and I have no interest in distinguishing right from wrong!"

"I only have one question: Was it you who planted several times the normal amount of explosives in the warehouse where Curaçao was located, and detonated them at the last moment, blowing off even the roof of the Tama warehouse?!"

Gin:?
What's wrong with you? Why are you yelling so loudly? If you have a problem, go find Rum!

Gin, who had been sitting in the car and whose complexion had improved slightly, darkened again.

He turned his head to look at Vermouth, his gaze questioning. Vermouth nodded slightly, then shook her head, an attitude that made Gin's eyes show a hint of doubt.

—What do you mean by this?
If you blew it up, then you blew it up; if you didn't blew it up, then you didn't blew it up.

Why nod first and then shake your head?

Vermouth did this for a very simple reason.

She did plant explosives in the warehouse in Curaçao, but not enough to blow up the roof. If Ireland wasn't exaggerating, then she wasn't the only one who wanted to kill Curaçao.

It seems like this blame can be shifted elsewhere. She can try to find someone who fits that description.

"Ireland, I can tell you that definitively."

“I don’t need such underhanded methods to kill Curaçao. If you come to me with this kind of tone again and talk about these things for no reason, I dare say you won’t see the sun rise the next day!”

Gin retorted without any hesitation.

However, Ireland completely ignored Gin's direct attack, simply hanging up the call with a gloomy face, picking up his sniper rifle, and heading towards the stairwell.

If you go to Gin now, he definitely won't confess.

He had to explain the situation to the rum, lest the rum think he intentionally murdered Curaçao and then take action against him. In short, regardless of whether Gin was the one who attacked Curaçao, the blame had to be placed on Gin!
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The temporary headquarters of the Black Organization in Tokyo.

Rum had already heard Ireland's account.

The second-in-command of the Black Organization had a somewhat gloomy expression. He was quite angry about the information. He thought Ireland was a promising talent, which was why he had Ireland replace Pisco.

So what happened? Ireland not only failed to achieve anything in Tokyo, but also did something so bizarre. Even his deputy, Curaçao, was caught in Ireland's scheme. If Ireland wasn't a mole, then he was a truly terrible teammate. It would be better to find an opportunity to put such a terrible teammate under that big shot's command.

Putting everything else aside, at least it can strengthen that person's henchmen, right?

Unfortunately, Ireland offended Gin too badly, so much so that he can't get Ireland into Gin's task force now.

"Ireland, next, I need you to investigate the warehouse matter."

"I need you to confirm Curaçao's condition, whether he's alive or dead."

"I want you to find the person who supposedly planted the other explosives, find out who it is, and find out how the explosives were planted. If you can find them, then this matter is settled."

"I can consider having you succeed Curaçao as my deputy, but if not..."

The sound of rum was suppressed anger.

Upon hearing this, Ireland quickly nodded in agreement.

After a while, he managed to avoid being fired from his position as head of the Tokyo branch by Rum. He ended the call, then slumped into his computer chair, scratching his head in frustration.

—This time, he helped bourbon whiskey kill rye whiskey, which can be considered a meritorious deed.

However, the fact that his miscalculation led to Curaçao's death will undoubtedly cause him to lose favor with rum.

Falling out of favor isn't scary; what's scary is when everyone knows he's fallen out of favor.

Ireland's previous effective command in Tokyo was based on its fondness for rum.

If the rest of Tokyo knew that Ireland had a bad relationship with gin and a broken relationship with rum, then the others would surely become disaffected, and the efforts would be much less effective.

He needs to find a way to turn things around.

However, Ireland could not conceive of a way to reverse the situation.

After all, this is a vicious cycle.

He fell out of favor with Rum, the peripheral members of the Black Organization in Tokyo became increasingly disloyal, his efficiency declined, and he fell even further out of favor with Rum, causing even greater disloyalty among the peripheral members of the Black Organization in Tokyo...

"That damn Gin..."

Ireland said through gritted teeth.

He needed to find evidence to prove that Gin had attacked Curaçao, but where could he possibly get such evidence? He was completely at a loss!

Just as Ireland was deep in thought.

A notification sound appears on the computer screen indicating that the email has been delivered.

He looked up at the computer in surprise, then double-clicked to open the email. His gaze fell on the email content on the computer screen, and the sender of the email surprised him.

—This is an email from Bourbon Whiskey to him.

This codenamed member, whom he suspected was a mole within the Japanese Public Security Bureau and nearly shot on the spot, now surprisingly offered a helping hand, revealing that he possessed evidence that was extremely damaging to Gin…

Bourbon whiskey.

Ireland said in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)