Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

...Well, actually he didn't understand what Sano was saying at all. He was just someone who played with butterfly knives, how could he know anything about swordsmanship or knife skills?

I've heard of drawing a sword and slashing.

Anyway, Sano's words sounded quite imposing.

We're probably going to run into a tough opponent tonight; we'd better be careful.

Looking at the guy opposite him who was fully prepared, Sano narrowed his eyes: "I'll name this move..."

“American Iai!”

Sano drew his hand instantly, and before the dark muzzle of the gun could even enter the other's eyes, he was shot in the chest.

The man stared wide-eyed, frozen for two seconds, before slowly lowering his gaze to his chest. He then managed to utter incredulously, "...You fucking...you actually launched a sneak attack..."

To this, Sano smiled dismissively: "Sir, times have changed. Who still plays with knives these days? If you want to learn, I can teach you. Here, watch carefully, I'll demonstrate it for you again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sano began frantically pulling the trigger, emptying the entire magazine of bullets and hitting his opponent.

With each bullet that landed, the man's body would shudder slightly.

Finally, with the sound of Sano's pistol firing into the air, the man fell to the ground with a thud.

There was no sound.

"call!"

Sano straightened up, lightly blew away the non-existent gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, and said, "American-style Iaijutsu, ten shots per second, you deserve it."

"Oh, I forgot you can't learn it now either."

As Sano muttered to himself, Vodka, who had been lying in wait outside and heard the gunshot, hurriedly ran into the alley.

"Big brother!?"

Vodka glanced at Sano holding a gun and Gin with his hands in his pockets, before finally noticing a person lying not far away.

...I thought the two had broken up and that my older brother had attacked Sano.

Vodka loosened his grip on the gun with mixed feelings.

"Are you taking your medication on time?"

Gin didn't look at his henchmen, but suddenly asked a question.

Sano was stunned for two seconds, then realized that the other person was probably talking to him, and became even more confused.

take medicine?

What medicine should I take?

Who needs to take medicine... Oh, it's me who needs to take medicine.

Although Sano has been discharged from the hospital, he still received all the prescribed medication.

Of course, Sano wouldn't eat that stuff.

Of course, the official version of events will be that she ate it.

So Sano looked away without hesitation and nodded, "Yes, I've been eating on time."

Gin: "..."

Judging from the kid's current behavior and the pause he made earlier, there's no doubt he hasn't eaten.

Tsk, he was discharged from the hospital through special means, and he still doesn't take his medicine on time... Could it be that the reason he forgot the photo of Numabuchi Kiichiro that I sent him before was because of this?

Gin felt he had discovered the key point.

No wonder, no wonder.

However, this problem remains unresolved.

I can't possibly watch Sano every day and see him swallow every single pill.

That's not realistic either.

Seeing Gin staring straight at him without saying a word, Sano blinked somewhat guiltily.

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll head out now?"

Gin remained silent, so Sano took it as a tacit agreement and quickly made his escape.

Sano then worked until midnight, and then gave the special attack team an auxiliary training session. He also distributed a plan he had come up with in Osaka.

Sano named it the "Natoto Project"!

The main issue this plan aims to address is the livelihood of the Black Reaper members.

"...Set up a company?"

Upon seeing the plan, the blond-haired delinquent asked with a mixture of surprise and delight, "Boss, no, president, no, prospective president, are we finally going to start our assault on the yakuza world!?"

"Attack my ass! Attack! Why don't you change your name to Allen?"

Sano slapped the other person on the head: "Trouble doesn't come to you, but you're asking for trouble. Are you afraid that those who are watching us won't be able to take advantage of us?"

Chapter 252, 251, All-Access and Armed Detective Agency

The blond thug scratched the back of his head: "Oh... so what kind of company are we going to start? Let's get this straight, boss, I'm selling my body, not my skills."

What kind of stuff are you selling?

Is it that I misunderstood it, or is this guy so uneducated that he can even use it wrong?

Sano's eye twitched slightly. While thinking about how he should try to keep this guy quiet when he went out in the future to avoid embarrassing him, he replied, "It's for same-city delivery."

"What?"

The blond-haired delinquent was even more confused: "What does that mean?"

"It's delivery services like food delivery, express delivery, and errand running. The main selling points are low prices and fast delivery. Of course, as long as the salary is right, we will deliver to the ends of the earth."

Sano instinctively made a casual remark, then remembered that they were talking about serious matters and coughed again: "Don't you guys like to wander around all day? Then why not pick up and drop off some things while you're at it? You can even drop off people, you know what a motorcycle taxi is."

"This way, we're not forcing you to do any boring or tedious work, and you can earn some extra money. We won't make you rich, but we'll definitely have enough to eat, drink, and have fun. Isn't that great?"

...Actually, Sano originally wanted to name the company Dongfeng Express.

But then I realized that I wanted these tools to deliver more than just packages, so I changed the name.

It connects to everything, which perfectly suits Sano's needs.

Listening to Sano's description, the blond-haired thug nodded thoughtfully, then raised another question: "But boss, let's not even talk about express delivery, there are already many companies doing that, and it's hard for us to get a piece of the pie since we're late to the game. As for food delivery, fast food restaurants and the like have their own delivery drivers. Are we supposed to open a separate fast food restaurant to provide the order volume?"

"To stand out, you need to have strengths; to see quick results, you need to take an unconventional approach."

Sano's voice suddenly paused, and he slapped the blond delinquent's head again: "Didn't I write everything clearly in the plan? Why are you asking so many questions? The plan was written for nothing."

The blond-haired boy scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat aggrieved, and didn't dare to say anything more.

"Little three."

Sano then looked at one of the other special forces members: "I'll give you a few hundred million later. You'll be in charge of handling this plan, including publicity and personnel deployment. Just pay attention to the details. If the general direction is correct, you'll only need to focus on the big picture. It's not difficult."

"Yes."

The delinquent boy, whom Sano called "mistress," nodded in agreement.

Sano calls this person "Little San" not because the other person is the third in the Black Reaper or because his name contains the number three, and certainly not because... cough, the other person really is that kind of "little mistress," but because he is the captain of the Black Reaper's Third Division.

...Although it's a bit chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur), the number of Black Reapers is quite large, so it's understandable that they are divided into different squads according to region for easier management.

Sano didn't care about this. After all, he had only used the Black Reaper as a bunch of cannon fodder and tools. As long as these guys didn't bring about their own destruction or cause trouble for themselves, he let them grow wildly.

Have fun however you want.

"Also, set up a detective agency for me."

Since Sano named the company "Na Du Tong" (meaning "Everywhere Goes Through"), it's impossible that they were just doing delivery services. Instead, they issued a new directive.

"You'll mainly be responsible for taking on intelligence gathering jobs like finding lost cats and dogs, and conducting investigations and surveillance. You'll handle that yourself. As for the name..."

"Let's call it the Armed Detective Agency."

"Spread the word to me privately, that we take any kind of job, as long as the money is right, we'll do anything, even pluck the stars from the sky, understand?"

There's a reason why Sano would let this mistress be in charge of executing the plan.

The other party understood Sano's idea almost immediately and nodded in agreement, but at the same time, they noticed the problem with the instruction and asked somewhat hesitantly.

"Boss, if someone issues a request that... contradicts our organization's principles, should we still do it?"

Sano glanced at Xiaosan. What Xiaosan meant was simply that if someone commissioned him to kill someone, or to do something "bad," would he still accept the commission?

Previously, in order to ensure that the tools were obedient, and... well, in order to avoid spending money and getting into unnecessary trouble, Sano gave the members of the Black Reaper a pep talk.

Furthermore, the second-in-command, the blond-haired scoundrel, continued to uphold his own leadership beliefs and relentlessly brainwashed the members of the Black Reaper, to the point that they all believed they were the embodiment of justice.

So if, because of Sano's order, the Black Reaper becomes even more extreme than the Yakuza, almost like an assassin organization, then even if it can't be said that the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, it's at least a case of both advantages and disadvantages.

There will inevitably be a large number of members leaving at that time.

...Sano isn't stupid, so how could he not understand this issue? Since he brought it up, he must have his own thoughts on it.

Of course, Sano didn't really want the Black Reaper to transform into an existence completely opposite to what it used to be.

"Idiot, I already said the key point is whether the money is in place. For those kinds of things, it also depends on whether he has enough wealth. If he doesn't, who can he blame for being rejected?"

Upon hearing Sano's reply, Xiao San was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in sudden understanding: "I understand, I'll take care of it later."

"Ah."

Having arranged everything, Sano waved and left: "Contact me anytime if you have any questions."

……

After dealing with the two tasks Gin gave him, the task of completing the organization's mission was also finished.

Sano seemed to have nothing to do all at once and stayed at home for two days in a row.

They sleep from morning till night, and from night till morning, and they're even too lazy to take out the trash. Anyway, the weather isn't hot now, so it won't smell or attract bugs.

No, I can't keep going down this path of depravity.

But... what should I do?