Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Sano replied to Gin as a matter of course, then casually grabbed some food and shared it with Daikoku before starting to peel a lobster for himself... an Australian lobster, no less.

This hotel is indeed high-class; even the complimentary buffet reflects its high standards.

atmosphere!

...So it turns out there's no currency here.

After receiving the answer, Gin paused for a moment, then nodded: "Then remember to return it to me later."

Ok?

Do I really need to pay back such a small amount of money?

Could you be any stingier?

Sano raised an eyebrow, puzzled, "Is it really necessary? You'll just get reimbursed anyway, won't you?"

Gin: "..."

Damn, we shouldn't continue this topic.

Is this organization's reimbursement system just for you to squander money like this and show off?

After letting out a long breath, Gin lowered his head and silently ate his rice.

I need to eat my money back at this buffet... although judging from the amount Sano spent, it's highly unlikely he'll get his money back, but he'll probably get whatever he can get back.

"quack!"

After eating something, Dahei tried to get something for nothing by taking the lobster that Sano had peeled for free. Unsurprisingly, it was slapped, spun around 720 degrees, and plopped down on the table. It was stunned for a while before it stood up again, but at least it understood now.

Who is really in charge?

She even tried to ingratiate herself by pushing the food she had "prepared" toward Sano.

Of course, Sano wasn't interested in this thing.

If Daikoku were a delicate and beautiful young woman, Sano would be quite happy to accept being fed.

So after being rejected by Sano, Daikoku started eating by himself again.

Because he used to scavenge for food in garbage dumps, the food at high-end hotels was like heaven for Dahei.

This caused Dahei's "quack quack" to become continuous.

To Sano, it was probably something like "delicious" or "smells really good"... Of course, to Gin and the others who couldn't understand the meaning, it was just noise.

"Rye, shut your bird up!"

Vodka and the sniper duo naturally didn't want to provoke Sano, and even Calvados didn't want to be the one to stick his neck out, so it was Gin who had to speak up.

However, when faced with Gin's "command," Sano simply shrugged: "Please, do you think it will shut up just because I tell it to? It's not human, it can't understand what I'm saying. Even if it could understand, I'm not its master, so why should it listen to me?"

At this point, the big black dog next to him seemed to understand what Sano meant, and even moved its neck up and down as if "nodding" in agreement.

This left Vodka and the others speechless... as was Sano.

Did this guy understand what I meant, or was it just a coincidence?

If it's the former, wouldn't that be a bit too stupid?

"Gah..."

Before Dahei could utter another "ga," Gin's icy voice, barely suppressing his murderous intent, already uttered: "If you dare to make another sound, I'll kill you!"

Hehehe, you son of a bitch, if you keep yelling I'll yell you over!

"..."

The already quiet atmosphere on the table became even more deathly still.

Big brother, he actually lost his composure!

Vodka leaned back in a cold sweat, while the other three had strange expressions... Had Gin lost his mind? He was actually trying to "threaten" a crow?

Sano's expression was equally strange.

He coughed and said seriously, "Lord Gin, it won't understand what you're saying."

Before Calvados and the other two could nod in agreement, Sano continued, "After all, this is Alicca's raven. You have to speak to it in English. How could it possibly understand Japanese, right?"

Cohen: "..."

Vodka: "..."

Chianti: "..."

Calvados: "..."

Gin, realizing he'd gone mad, was speechless.

Why the hell do you have to speak English? Your focus is really a bit too bizarre!

But when Sano turned to Daikoku and said "shut up," Daikoku responded with a "ga" sound, and then kept eating without making another "ga" sound.

The people present were once again stunned.

Holy crap... it actually works?

Is it just a coincidence, or... did the crow really understand?

After the silence.

Gin raised his hand to rub his temples, threw down the fork in his hand, and got up to go upstairs.

Anyway, he just couldn't eat any more of that meal.

Seeing this, Vodka dared not stay any longer and quickly got up and left as well.

"Hey, Gin-sama, aren't you going to eat? You've only had a few bites. It's such a waste to waste money already paid for this. You'll be hungry tonight if you don't eat!"

Gin's lips twitched as he heard Sano's voice behind him.

The total amount of money these people spend on food, drink, and sleep in a day doesn't even equal the amount of money the other side just threw away.

What's with the talk of waste?

Gin didn't even bother to reply to Sano, and simply quickened his pace.

……

As night fell, Sano and his group left the hotel, splitting into two groups and heading to their respective mission locations.

As for the weapons, they had already obtained them much earlier.

After all, they were all people who frequented the "jianghu" (江湖, the martial arts world), and even when they weren't on a mission, they would still feel uneasy if they didn't have weapons on them.

...except for Sano.

"I didn't expect Gin to put us in the same group."

Calvados glanced at Sano and Vodka beside him, but his gaze was particularly fixed on the sniper rifle that Sano was holding.

"Hmm, I thought it would be a pair."

Sano's casual remark sent a chill down Vodka's spine as he drove.

Chapter 364, 363, Calvados: I really want to touch his neck.

Because if it's not a group of three but a group of two.

So the most likely candidate to be on Sano's team is vodka.

...After the last long-term team mission with Sano was interrupted by Gin's forced "vacation," Vodka hadn't met with Sano for quite some time, let alone teamed up with him.

Vodka, of course, felt quite pleased with this.

Although they inevitably ran into each other again after many days, at least there was Calvados as a third party to help "spread the fire".

So Vodka naturally didn't want to become a "duo" again, especially since Sano "took the initiative" to suggest it... which made it even more unsettling.

"Heh, no matter how many people are in the team, I'd really like to team up with you."

Calvados chuckled and said, "After all, I'm genuinely curious about you, the organization's top sniper who has only carried out one sniper mission..."

Just how powerful is it?

Upon hearing this, Vodka nearly slammed on the brakes.

Calvados, you are simply my god!!!

...Whether you call it arrogance and courting death, or confidence and courage, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, Vodka gave Calvados a thumbs up in his heart.

That's awesome!

However, before Sano could even question Calvados about the title of "the organization's strongest sniper," his gaze swept across the window, and he suddenly sharpened, urgently calling a halt.

"parking!"

"Hey?"

Although Vodka didn't understand the situation, he still followed Sano's instructions.

Sano swiftly flung out his sniper sunglasses, simultaneously swinging the temples aside, and put them on. As the vehicle swerved and braked suddenly, the window rolled down, and he pulled the bolt, resting the muzzle against the window, aimed, and pulled the trigger—"Bang!"

"Withdraw, let's find the next target."

Sano lowered his gun and then spoke.

"it is good……!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Vodka shifted into gear, accelerated, drifted, and turned away.

A bewildered Calvados picked up his binoculars and leaned out of the car window.

About four or five hundred meters away, a figure lay on the ground, surrounded by several people with wide-eyed, panicked expressions, who were probably bodyguards or similar figures.

...What's going on? The objective has already been achieved?

Calvados stared blankly, unable to make out the "corpse's" face no matter what he did. He could only sit back down and, after a long pause, hesitantly asked, "Rye, are you sure... the target has been taken care of?"

Sano casually hummed in agreement, which made Calvados's expression turn gloomy and uncertain.

Accurately hitting a target from hundreds of meters away is not a particularly rare occurrence.