Shirou's clones number 30 million

Vermouth stood behind Conan, made a shooting gesture, and then deliberately made a "bang" sound.

"Alright, Chris, stop scaring Conan." Hayami Shirou shook his head speechlessly. "If you keep scaring him, he'll fight you to the death."

"Okay, this is really boring."

Vermouth sighed in disappointment and sat down on the sofa again.

"What...does this mean?"

Conan looked back and forth between the three of them, his gaze fixed on Hayami Shirou.

"Well... before I reveal the answer, why don't you try to guess?" Hayami Shirou said with a smile.

"You're not a member of the Black Organization, are you? Could it be that these two are your undercover agents?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan was amused by his own absurd guess.

"That's it."

Hayami Shirou nodded slightly and said seriously:

“Gin, whose real name is Kurosawa Jin, is my undercover agent in the Black Organization.”

"As for this Ms. Chris Vineyard, she is my informant and I can trust her. She has provided me with a lot of information about the organization, which you can hear about later."

"That's impossible!" Conan exclaimed instinctively.

How could these two be undercover agents?

This unbelievable story left Conan speechless, staring back and forth between Gin and Vermouth.

These two individuals, by all accounts, are highly trusted subordinates of the Black Organization's BOSS, the kind of members who remain steadfast in their loyalty.

Gin, in particular, worked very hard to eliminate undercover agents, and all the undercover agents were terrified of him. How could someone like that be an undercover agent?

Moreover, his real name is Kurosawa Jin. Wasn't he originally a foreigner?

Chapter 414 You've given yourself away

Chapter 414, Section 415: You've Showed a Flaw

"Hayami, you wouldn't happen to be the boss of the Black Organization, would you?"

Conan stared intently at Hayami Shirou. Compared to the theory that the two were undercover agents, he found Hayami more suspicious.

Or rather, he prefers to believe this truth.

The more Conan thought about it, the more likely this possibility seemed, and he immediately stared at Hayami Shirou with a wary look.

"Really, don't just label people randomly."

Hayami Shirou looked at him speechlessly, though from Conan's perspective, he was indeed quite suspicious.

"If I were the boss of the Black Organization, why would I need to be a detective? Am I just playing a role-playing game?"

"Who knows? Maybe you have some kind of scheme or trick up your sleeve."

Although he was unwilling to back down verbally, Conan had gradually relaxed his guard.

Indeed, upon closer reflection, I realized that this guy wasn't that kind of person after all.

Personality can be faked, profession can be hidden, but the eyes cannot lie.

"Are these two really undercover agents?"

In that instant, Conan unconsciously glanced at Vermouth.

This person, with whom he had dealt with many times and was an expert in disguise, seemed to have seen through his true identity.

However, she never appears to have reported this to the organization.

If she were an undercover agent, Conan could barely believe it.

But the key is another person...

"This Mr. Gin is a ruthless killer, and he's more proactive than anything else when it comes to purging undercover agents. You call him an undercover agent? That's even more outrageous than calling a deer a horse."

“This is necessary to gain the BOSS’s trust,” Gin said slowly. “As an undercover agent, to avoid being exposed, you must blend into your own identity.”

"To take control of the organization as soon as possible, one must improve one's status, and the prerequisite for improving one's status is merit."

"Eliminating spies is a great excuse. It not only eliminates dissidents but also earns merit and allows us to get closer to the BOSS faster."

"Many of the undercover agents I've dealt with weren't actually undercover agents."

Conan was stunned for several seconds before he reacted, not expecting an explanation.

"You...are you really an undercover agent?"

"Ah."

"So, which side do you belong to? The Metropolitan Police Department or the Public Security Bureau?"

"I belong to Detective Hayami."

"what!"

It turns out he was one of Zao Jian's men. No wonder he showed no mercy when killing the other undercover agents.

Wait, how did they do that?

Compared to the state, it is ridiculously difficult and not worthwhile for a private individual to train such an undercover agent.

Moreover, what need would a private individual have to cultivate such a capable and high-ranking undercover agent?

Not just Gin, but also Vermouth.

How could a woman like her be associated with Hayami?

Water flows downhill, and people strive for higher positions. No matter how determined an undercover agent is, they can't possibly continue working for an organization with a more promising future, right?

Or rather, what makes him so compelling that these two people would choose him over the organization?

"Are these two people trustworthy?"

“Of course,” Hayami Shirou replied without hesitation.

"You...do you have some kind of leverage over them?"

"Is this the kind of person you always thought I was?"

"No leverage? Then why should they listen to you?"

"Of course, it's because of justice."

"This reason wouldn't even fool a three-year-old. These two don't seem like the kind of good-natured people who are always looking out for justice."

I don't know much about Gin, so I won't comment on it for now.

But Vermouth had dealt with him quite a bit and naturally knew him well.

However, considering that Vermouth didn't get rid of Dr. Shinichi back then, she doesn't actually seem like a bad person.

At most, it's just a dirty apple stuck in the mud.

"Vermouth, did you already know my identity?"

“You didn’t really try to hide it, did you?” Vermouth said with a light laugh. “Also, you can call me Chris.”

"Aren't you Sharon Vineyard?"

"Oh...? It seems we know each other better than we thought."

Can I trust you?

"No. Although we're on the same side, we're not allies."

"Standing on the same side means being a comrade in a broad sense."

"But in a narrow sense, that's not true. I'm a bad woman who specializes in bullying children, and children like you are my natural enemies."

This guy! Could it be that he actually hates me?

Realizing this, Conan abandoned his plan to continue probing and instead looked at Hayami Shirou.

"Besides these two, do you have any other undercover agents?"

"Yes, for example, Vodka. However, these two can basically represent everyone else."

"How many people are you infiltrating the Black Organization?"

"In total, there must be at least a hundred people, right?"

In the past two days, thanks to the intelligence provided by Vermouth, Hayami Shirou has "recruited" many members of the Black Organization, including cannon fodder like Miyano Akemi and many researchers.

"As expected! You must be the leader of the Black Organization."

What kind of private individual would send hundreds of undercover agents into an underground organization all at once?

Rather, even a single country would not do such a thing.

"See? You've shown a weakness."

"What flaw?"

"Hundreds of undercover agents, how can this be explained if you're not the leader of the Black Organization?"

"Don't get hung up on these details. It's perfectly normal that my subordinates' subordinates aren't my subordinates."

"Well……"

Conan fell silent. Was the difference between detectives really that big?

No wonder this guy has solved fewer cases than me, but his fame has grown so quickly.

If he has so many undercover agents in the Black Organization, he must have many undercover agents in other places as well.

This guy's background is unknown, and we have been unable to find any information about him from five years ago.

Now it seems that this guy is a tycoon who is just as wealthy as Sonoko.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of Ran Mouri.

Five years, she's already waited five years. She might continue to wait, but she's already starting to feel impatient.

Although his pride wouldn't allow him to back down, Ran Mouri remained a constant presence in his heart.