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

Chapter 672 Boss, he's playing you!
"Something feels wrong."

"Kiel, what do you think of tonight's operation? Does anything seem off?"

The temporary headquarters of the Black Organization.

Ireland turned to Kiel and asked.

He felt that something was wrong with what he did today, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Although he had always looked down on this code name member of the organization who only cared about achieving results.

But high and low are also code names for members.

Even if he's a complete failure, he's still much better than those peripheral members around him; he can still serve as a reference.

However, Kiel simply looked at him with clear eyes, blinked, and then spoke.

"I don't know."

Ireland:?

I finally trusted you this once.

You made me lose so completely!

Next time there's an operation, I won't include you. You lazy bum, I'll never let you get any performance points again. You'll just stay in second place for life!

Ireland's face darkened.

However, it was not that Kiel was deliberately acting foolish to lower his standing in Ireland.

Pure is because...

Hondo Emi genuinely didn't notice.

As one of the codenamed members of the Black Organization, her mind was naturally focused on the Black Organization, after all, she was an undercover agent.

She didn't care about other miscellaneous things.

Not to mention the so-called underworld gangs in Tokyo.

Who do these gangsters think they are?
Which codename member of the Black Organization couldn't easily make such a yakuza organization vanish overnight in Tokyo?
Why should Ireland help these people?

As a criminal organization, shouldn't the Black Organization eliminate both sides and win the game? Why would they cooperate?

Are they even planning to cultivate front men through cooperation?
Why not do it yourself?
It's truly incomprehensible.

They could have easily built the team simply by using Tokyo's dark web and having peripheral members form a leadership team; there was no need to hire anyone else.

Not only is it a waste of resources, but you also have to put up with bad temper.

Why bother?
And the fact that the Black Organization is actually doing something to protect Tokyo is just too absurd.

There was nothing she could understand today.

Lychees? What lychees do you want me to bring?
I'm not even rational, and you're asking me if there's anything wrong with your cooperation agreement with that underworld organization?

The collaboration itself seems a bit off, doesn't it?

What are you doing clinging to that ridiculous cooperation agreement and white-glove idea? Will it bring you any benefits?

Hondo Emi didn't know how to react for a moment. Seeing Ireland looking at her like she was an idiot, she couldn't hold back anymore.

Damn it, that's going too far!
Just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover.

"Ireland."

Hondo Eikai stepped forward.

She was determined to leverage her authority as the non-organization's Tokyo regional head and demonstrate her true capabilities, she said.

"I think……"

"Alright, there's nothing more for you to do here."

Ireland waved casually.

He felt it was pointless to ask this codename member who was nothing but pretty.

It's a complete waste of time.

Hondou Eikai: ?
Hondo Eikai continued.

"No, I think..."

"It's alright, you can go now, I don't blame you."

"Go away and play somewhere else. I overestimated you and made you bear responsibilities you shouldn't have to bear."

Ireland said earnestly.

Hondou Eikai: ?
Shark arms, no wonder you've ended up like this.

It would be outrageous if someone who doesn't act like a human being, doesn't listen to human speech, and doesn't even speak human language could get by.

Just drown in your dreams!
Hondo Eikai's face darkened.

In a fit of anger, she snapped.

As the deputy head of the Black Organization in Tokyo, she wasn't very confident speaking to Ireland, the official head.

So she turned and left.

As if having made a certain decision, they went all the way and completely disappeared from Ireland's sight, vanished without a trace.

"Don't you think those two antennae on her head look like a cockroach?"

Ireland muttered to himself.

The Death God peeks out from the shadows: ?
Death God shook his head and corrected him.

"Those aren't tentacles, those are bangs." Ireland: ?

You also think those look like cockroach antennae, right?

Isn't your focus a bit odd? Shouldn't you be arguing with me now, saying it doesn't look like cockroach antennae at all?

But it's just a complaint.

Ireland didn't intend to delve into the matter further, but instead led Death God toward the temporary meeting room, saying this along the way.

"I have a feeling something's off about tonight, Death God, what do you think?"

Something's not right about tonight?

Something's not right? Which incident are you referring to? Is someone planting bombs all over Tokyo? Or is there some kind of underground war? Or is a luxury residential area being bombed?

Death God was taken aback.

He didn't know for a moment what Ireland was referring to, and he couldn't answer.

Seeing the bewildered look on the face of the god of death.

Ireland pushed open the conference room door, led the way in, then took out a laptop from the side, opened it, and said.

"I meant the collaboration."

"Have you forgotten? The white glove plan."

White glove plan?
Oh, so that's what you meant.

Death God nodded.

To be honest, I also think your plan is pretty crazy, because every time you hire a front man, he dies. You're practically a boss killer.

What if this one is also cursed to death by you?
However, the God of Death did not speak out inappropriately, but nodded and said.

"you're right."

Ireland:?

Huh? That's all?

I'm not asking you to be a broken record; I just want to ask if you think there's anything wrong with this collaboration plan!

Ireland's face darkened.

He opened his laptop and typed out the cooperation agreement he had previously written down, then showed it to the Death God beside him.

After glancing at it a few times, Death God frowned.

He felt there was something wrong with the agreement.

No, it's not that the protocol's returns are too low; quite the opposite, it's that the protocol's returns are too high.

Is such a high return possible?

It's not like Bitcoin, where you can just buy a little and the price will skyrocket.

"Something definitely isn't right."

"Didn't he give you his contact information? Why don't you just call and ask?"

"That's what the God of Death said."

Upon hearing this, Ireland immediately called his subordinates and instructed them to use a public phone booth to relay the call to Guheteng. A response was received quickly.

"what happened?"

"That's what the person on the other end of the phone asked."

Upon hearing this, Ireland spoke in a low voice.

"The agreement is too generous."

"If this continues, you won't make any profit at all. This is really not right. What kind of organization are you?"

There was a moment of silence, and then the other side responded.

"Aren't we the Dongchen Society rebels?"

Ireland:?

Upon hearing this, Death God realized what was happening.

This is a complete mess, because they have no intention of honoring it, which is why they're offering such a huge profit.

He immediately went to Ireland.

He pointed to the phone and said.

"Boss, he's playing you!"

Ireland's anger level instantly rose.

Damn it, how dare they play me!

I'll show you what I'm capable of!
Just as Ireland stood up abruptly, ready to rush over and teach that guy a lesson, the outer perimeter members outside pushed open the door and said.

"Boss, Batman is back!"

Ireland:?

Okay, I'll let him off this time.

It's not that I'm afraid of Batman, it's just that I'm in a good mood today and don't want to stoop to his level!
　I'm still writing. I fell asleep at my desk last night.

　　I'm going to the hospital for a physical exam tomorrow, so I'll try to post as much as possible today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)