In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 80 The Organization's Grand Plan

Although this might seem like taking advantage of someone's misfortune, given that the danger level of the mission objective was constantly increasing, we couldn't care less about that.

In short, I took the Thor's Pearl first. If I could also find the Thor's Sword, at least I would have some offensive capabilities and wouldn't be beaten like a grandson every time. Being able to heal myself is one thing, but the pain is real.

After exchanging contact information with Kaito Kuroba, he quickly drove off, leaving the former looking worried in front of the large hole in the lawn.

"We're going to be busy now!"

He looked up at the sky and sighed, then took out his phone from his pocket.

Now that things have come to this, it seems that I can't handle it all by myself, so I called for reinforcements.

Oh right, let's start with that bastard Bai Ma's pit—no, I mean, let's start with begging.

Meanwhile, Mason, having changed cars at a branch of the car rental company and bought a new set of clothes, was speeding towards Beika Town.

The people on Death Elementary School's side should have all been mobilized by now. Vermouth might have already been tortured several times. If they don't intend to let this big fish go, they will definitely contact her again.

In short, let's put fantasy aside for now and get back to the Detective Conan genre.

So, what is happening at Professor Agasa's house at this time?

This needs to be explained from two perspectives.

First, there's the Kudo family, still surrounding Vermouth in her hospital room, trying to persuade her to surrender, but their methods are a bit different from typical torture or bribery.

"Should we recruit or not?"

Yukiko Kudo grabbed Vermouth from behind, hooking her arm around her neck and lifting half of her body off the bed. She then said menacingly, "If you don't confess, I'll break your neck!"

Some people might find this scene hilarious, and that's fine, it really is hilarious – even the Kudo father and son are desperately closing their eyes in two other places in the room.

One thing needs to be explained: First, Yukiko Kudo herself requested to be the interrogator, because she was very familiar with Sharon and thought she might be able to find her weakness. In the end, she ended up figuring out this set of meaningless positions, which even her husband and son couldn't bear to watch.

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As for Vermouth herself—after James's attempt to threaten her with truth serum failed, she had already lost her composure and adopted an attitude of "there's nothing to be afraid of anymore." Judging from her level of enlightenment, if you took her to get a shave, she might become a Buddha on the spot.

Even though she had reached this level of mental invincibility, she still couldn't quite tolerate what Yukiko Kudo was doing.

"—" After a long silence, Vermouth sighed. "Honestly, maybe we should send the FBI instead. I know I'm in this situation because I'm not as skilled, but you don't have to torture me like this, do you?"

"What, do you want to be hung up and whipped?"

Yukiko Kudo exclaimed, "Sharon, are you interested in that kind of thing? Ugh—the bottom line of people in the entertainment industry is truly unfathomable."

"...——"

For a fleeting moment, a vein bulged on Vermouth's forehead: "Someone from the entertainment industry? Were those trophies in your bedroom awarded to you by the sports world?!"

"Do you even know the value of retiring at your peak, you old woman?" Yukiko Kudo smiled arrogantly. "Hmph, you even know that I keep the trophy in my bedroom. I can't say what you do all day."

For a fleeting moment, even though she knew Yukiko Kudo was saying it on purpose, Vermouth couldn't help but feel a surge of anger: "You were the one who invited me in for tea!"

"Sigh—Sharon, you used to be such a funny person, now you can't even take a joke like this?"

Yukiko Kudo shook her head regretfully: "It seems that the drug can only make you younger physically, but psychologically you're already a pathetic old woman."

Because when I joked with you back then, I wasn't strangled like a damn pet cat!

Vermouth almost blurted out those words.

Upon seeing this, Yusaku Kudo's expression changed slightly.

He understood what his wife really wanted to do.

It's important to understand that the strength of a person's psychological defenses changes with the environment and time. For example, Vermouth could freely mock the FBI agents with disdain because they had been fooled by her more than once. Even though the situation had reversed, the inertia formed by past experiences made them feel inferior to Vermouth before they even spoke. This advantage greatly enhanced Vermouth's confidence. If the FBI were to interrogate her, she might even be able to withstand the truth serum.

But Yukiko Kudo is different. Regardless of whether they were just superficial friends or whether their relationship had broken down, the fact that they were friends is undeniable. In this relationship, Vermouth, who harbors many secrets, will inevitably look down on Yukiko Kudo to some extent. However, this kind of looking down is different from looking down on someone from the FBI. It is not stable and can even be reversed if the conditions are right.

For example, right now, Vermouth is tied to the bed in a very disheveled state, and Yukiko Kudo can laugh at her to her heart's content, creating a "you've got what you deserve" atmosphere in the conversation. And as long as Yukiko Kudo is standing here, Vermouth can't ignore this situation—if her mental fortitude were that high, she wouldn't deliberately put on an act as if she didn't care about anything.

The humiliation of a reversal of fortune, the soul-piercing ridicule, coupled with deliberately foolish expressions and words—these three magic weapons allowed Yukiko Kudo to easily shake Vermouth's psychological defenses—that seemingly comical appearance was probably more painful for Vermouth than being whipped.

"I told you!"

Vermouth's calm demeanor almost completely crumbled, and she suddenly raised her voice, saying, "Stop wasting your energy here! What I just said is all I have to say! Don't even think about getting another word out of my mouth—cough—cough—"

"What did you say? I didn't hear you."

Despite increasing the pressure on her hands, Yukiko Kudo pretended nothing was wrong. She blinked her big, bright eyes at Vermouth at close range and said very "sincerely," "Everyone's running out of time. If you keep resisting like this, I'll have to break your—"

She paused halfway through her sentence, frowning slightly in embarrassment, and said to Yusaku Kudo, "Yusaku, this is the rear-naked choke position, right? I haven't watched many boxing matches, but I've heard that this can break a person's neck, right?"

—This remark was obviously intentional.

Although it may not be entirely accurate, for Vermouth, a top-tier brewery killer, being "strangled to death by her naive friend with half-baked methods" would undoubtedly be an extremely humiliating end.

Her pride was at play, and anger and shame almost burned through her brain.

"No, that's not right. A rear-naked choke kills by compressing the carotid artery, causing the opponent's brain to lose blood flow. It doesn't break the neck." Kudo Yusaku chimed in knowingly, "To achieve that effect, you have to support the chin with one hand, press down on the back of the head with the other, and then apply force with both hands simultaneously in different directions."

"Yeah?"

Yukiko Kudo released Vermouth's neck, changed her position as instructed by Yusaku Kudo, and then said menacingly to Vermouth again, "Will you confess or not? If you don't, I'll break your neck!"

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At that moment, the flame in Vermouth's mind broke through the critical point.

"Yukiko Kudo! Do you have to humiliate me like this?" Vermouth roared, almost losing her temper. "The FBI is another matter, but I haven't done anything to wrong your family!"

Seeing that her methods were effective, Yukiko Kudo immediately winked playfully at her husband and children, then said in the same tone, "I don't care about that. In short, if you don't confess, I'll break your neck!"

This time, Vermouth really couldn't hold back anymore.

Did you ask?

Completely bound, she struggled a few times in a caterpillar-like wriggling motion, and roared, "Ask away if you want to know what!"

This idiotic interrogation method actually succeeded!

Because his emotional intelligence is somewhat lacking, Conan was several steps behind Yusaku Kudo in realizing what his mother was doing.

This is probably what is meant by making good use of one's own advantages—she is probably the only person in the whole world who can do something like this.

"Oh, so you're surrendering already?"

Yukiko Kudo blinked: "I've already thought of more than a dozen programs. Why don't you keep putting up a fight and let me finish the show?"

Vermouth looked at her with an empty gaze and said in a low voice, "Do you believe I'll bite off my tongue and kill myself right now?!"

Seeing this, Yukiko Kudo immediately chuckled dryly twice: "Just kidding, just kidding, don't be impulsive."

Then he looked up at Yusaku Kudo and Conan and said, "What were we supposed to ask again?"

"That's a lot."

Yusaku Kudo adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "For example, the organization's structure, its leader, and its objectives, but today's situation is special, so we need to start with the actual events."

Do you want to ask about "Konek and the snake"?

Vermouth sighed. "Give up. I can answer other questions for you, but I don't really understand this myself. If you're going to ask me, you might as well ask Konek."

"Konek—that's the organization member who appeared last night, right?"

Yusaku Kudo looked at Conan and said, "He possesses an incredibly exaggerated healing ability, is immune to firearms, and betrayed the organization for 'treatment,' right?"

That's all I know.

Conan shrugged and said, "But he left before you guys arrived, Dad, and told me to contact him if I needed anything."

"Let's check the past one by one then."

Yusaku Kudo smiled and said, "Ms. Vermouth, although you say you don't know anything about those two, if you really knew nothing, you wouldn't have brought a snake to find Shinichi—so please tell us everything you know, and we'll judge for ourselves which parts are valuable."

"snort----"

Vermouth clicked her tongue, then slowly said, "As I said before, things have changed within the organization; it's not what it used to be."

"Specifically, what kind of change occurred?" Kudo Yusaku pressed.

Who knows?

Vermouth closed her eyes and retrieved memories from a while ago, saying, "A few months ago—around the time after Shuichi Akai's death—the boss bought a group of people in places like Mexico, Myanmar, and Rwanda, and took them to do some kind of experiment. All five hundred of them died. It wasn't anything particularly unusual, but the way their bodies were handled was very strange."

"strangeness?"

Yusaku Kudo stopped Conan, who was filled with righteous indignation upon hearing keywords like "human experimentation" and "all the test subjects died," and continued to ask, "What happened?"

"Normally, the way to dispose of corpses is to bury them or burn them to ashes in an electric arc furnace and then scatter them into the deep sea. But the way those test subjects were disposed of—it's too outrageous." Vermouth pursed her lips and said with a hint of doubt, "They were all packed into a completely sealed, super-large metal box, and then airlifted to a small island where military experiments were frequently conducted. Several tactical missiles were used to blow the box and the test subjects to ashes. Even the researcher in charge of the project disappeared. It seems they all died on that island."

"They actually went to such extremes—could it be that there's some dangerous substance in those corpses that could leak out?"

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"Hmph, I don't know." Vermouth sighed. "After that, the same human experiments were conducted several more times. The extreme treatment methods like the first time never happened again, but the mortality rate of the experiments was always terrifyingly high. It wasn't until the fifth time that someone survived. The most recent one happened three days ago, with five hundred test subjects, but only a dozen or so survived in the end."

"If I'm not mistaken, the one lying in the metal box in the basement is one of the test subjects."

“That’s right.” Vermouth nodded. “His batch was codenamed Snake.” They possessed superhuman agility and were immune to small-caliber bullets. They could also spew extremely dangerous corrosive venom. The boss distributed them to organization executives like Gin and me, which immediately improved mission completion rates—but to be honest, I don’t like him, and I’m even afraid of him.”

"Are you scared?" Yukiko Kudo asked.

"I've seen his file. He was originally an ordinary young man living in a rural village in Southeast Asia, with no special characteristics like most people. But after coming out of the laboratory, he lost his ability to speak and think. He could only act according to instructions, and he was not afraid of pain or death. Although he—no, it helped me do a lot of things, it was like a robot that came off an assembly line. It could do nothing but obey orders."

Vermouth bit her lip somewhat awkwardly: "The boss didn't explain anything about that kind of thing. All I can see is that the technology is improving with each iteration. 'Snake' is a rather outdated model. Gin has newer ones that are said to be able to behave quite like humans, but that's only because they're under orders. Without instructions, they'll just stand there motionless."

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Upon hearing this, Yusaku Kudo's expression turned serious.

Human body modification technology of unknown origin — Organization B, which reveals no information to its members — what exactly is going on? What is the organization's boss trying to do?

He turned his gaze to the ground.

There, Dr. Agasa and the FBI agents are studying the "snake" who is in a coma.

"My God, what is this thing?"

In the underground research lab, the group watched the scene on the surveillance camera and felt a chill run down their spines.

"Snake" was locked in a sealed room made entirely of metal, which would not be easily damaged even if it was directly hit by the main gun of a tank—Professor Agasa would only use this place when he was tinkering with some dangerous things, such as testing new explosives.

But at this moment, he had a slight doubt about the thick metal barrier.

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The reason lies with the "snake" locked inside.

"His muscle density is three times that of an average person, and his skin is as tough as a buffalo's. Wounds like bullets can heal quickly without even affecting his mobility."

Dr. Agasa reported the data he had just discovered, one by one, and then sincerely exclaimed:

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This is absolutely not the kind of technology that should exist in the 21st century —

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