Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

However, Sano currently cannot even determine the number of targets.

There are probably quite a few.

Otherwise, Sano wouldn't have wanted to make such a big fuss—of course, it really wasn't a big fuss; it was just that he didn't have any intention of acting secretly or solving the problem without anyone noticing.

Of course, Sano doesn't see being high-profile as a good thing, but it's not a bad thing either.

At that moment, Gin took out a second, thicker document and handed it to Sano.

It contains detailed information on all the cadres and members of the Mud Gathering Association at the higher levels.

...Wait a minute, how come Gin just happened to have prepared this much information?

Before leaving, Sano noticed something was wrong.

Could it be that this guy knew from the beginning, or that he, like me, only intended to target this part of the Mud Ginseng Association?

Sano glanced back at Gin.

Never mind, none of that matters.

Sano, who had turned around, came downstairs with Calvados.

Drive from Calvados to the location of the first destination.

Sano glanced at Calvados again.

That being said, this arrangement also seems to present an opportunity.

However, it's better not to rush things. Let's finish dealing with this matter first. Even if we fail, at least we'll have squeezed every last drop of value out of Calvados.

Calvados, who was driving, suddenly felt a tightness in his back and secretly glanced at Sano next to him.

But they found that not only could they not see his eyes, but even Sano's facial features were obscured by the brim of his hat.

...Is it just my imagination?

Time quickly passed to midnight.

Mud Ginseng Association is a criminal organization, and one that dares to target distilleries.

If it weren't for the fearlessness of a newborn calf.

Then they must have considerable strength.

Sano's deepest impression of the Mud Ginseng Association is still based on Kiriko Busujima.

Kiriko Busujima is a member of the Mud Sankai and also the head of a yakuza organization.

That alone is enough to tell.

The so-called Mud Gathering.

Actually, it is a large organization composed of many smaller organizations.

Equivalent to... an alliance?

The cadres, both high and low, either formed cliques or operated independently.

Logically speaking...

Sano only needed to deal with the faction of executives who were hostile to the organization, but the mission required it.

We had no choice but to kill them all.

"There were a total of forty-eight people, and they were scattered across a wide area."

Sano looked at the information on the executives in the document: "I'm afraid it would take a whole day and night just to visit all these locations."

...Fortunately, this was a local gang.

If the Mud Ginseng Association is a transnational organization.

Sano will have to travel back and forth between different countries.

Calvados chimed in, "Yes, not to mention these locations, they will inevitably change over time, and re-exploring them will take time."

"Ah."

Sano turned to the page he wanted to see and a smile crept onto his face.

"So, we need to give them a wake-up call and get them to gather together."

Calvados was immediately taken aback upon hearing this: "Why? Doesn't this increase the difficulty? Shouldn't the best approach be to start with the simplest tasks, using the best route and the fastest speed to eliminate as many cadres as possible? That way, even if other cadres react later and gather together, it will be relatively easier to resolve the situation."

"Is the difficulty important? It's the time, Kaka."

Sano tilted his head and looked at Calvados.

"As the saying goes, time is money, and there's also a saying that cutting off someone's money is like killing their parents. What, are you interested in my mother and father, Brother Ka?"

Calvados: "..."

What the hell is all this?

This is completely nonsensical. Can coffee and milk really make someone drunk?

And what's with this "Brother Ka" nickname?

After scratching his face, Calvados ultimately didn't say anything more.

...After all, from any perspective, the person in charge of this matter was Sano, not Calvados, who could offer his suggestions.

It may be rejected.

It all depends on Sano's decision.

So the two of them arrived at a building.

This place appears to be a company, but the president behind it is actually the highest-ranking executive of the Muddy Association.

one.

Taking action directly at the enemy's headquarters would undoubtedly be disadvantageous for Sano.

But it still comes down to the same thing.

Sano didn't want to waste time.

After taking out a pure black mask, putting it on, pulling it down to his chin to expose his mouth, and lighting a cigarette, Sano walked straight towards the building's entrance.

"Rye, what should I do?"

Seeing this, Calvados quickly poked his head out of the car and asked.

"Just wait in the car."

Sano waved his hand without turning his head.

After kicking the door open, Sano raised his hand and fired two shots, taking down the two men who were coming towards him.

"Let your president come out and speak."

Under the countless black gun barrels, Sano remained motionless, standing there nonchalantly, until a minute later, a middle-aged man in a suit poked half his head out from behind the railing on the third floor.

He stared intently at Sano.

"Rye whiskey, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I thought you would act quickly, but I didn't expect you to hold back for so many days... Or is it that your injuries don't allow you to act so soon?"

Sano glanced around, ignored the other person, and walked towards the stairs.

But in the next second, a large number of people in suits poured down the stairs.

"...To be honest, I expected you to take action against us, but the fact that you chose me first is really beyond my comprehension."

The middle-aged man leaned on the railing with both hands and said with interest, "If you have any ideas, I can stop you at any time. You are welcome to join us."

"bass!"

Without any command, hundreds of men in suits on the first floor simultaneously and in perfect unison put away their guns and pulled out knives.

The melee began.

Sano also made no extra moves.

As he sheathed the pistol, his right hand turned pitch black.

After running into the first group of people, Sano did not make any offensive moves.

Mostly dodge and defend.

It's not that Sano doesn't want to attack, but rather that there's no need, or rather, he's already attacking.

In close combat, defense, apart from raising your arm to block, is limited to pushing and pulling with your hands.

Especially in situations involving melee combat with cold weapons, the latter method is basically the only viable option.

Sano touched many people's wrists or arms in this way.

The spider venom had already quietly entered these creatures' bodies.

After a ten-second struggle, Sano suddenly activated his spider venom.

In an instant, more than a dozen people stopped moving with contorted expressions of pain, collapsed to the ground, and after struggling for two or three seconds, fell silent.

"This is!?"

The crowd came to a standstill.

"Be careful, this kid might be poisonous!!"

Oh.

Amid the gasps of surprise, Sano smirked and forcefully swung his right hand.

Sano scattered dozens of drops of spider venom, and the exposed skin of the closest people was "hit" and they died instantly.

Damn it!

After instinctively taking a few steps back, the men in suits forced themselves to calm down, then exchanged a glance and tacitly threw out the short knives in their hands.

Dozens of knives flew toward Sano.

Sano frowned and dodged to the side.

To be fair, even with the boost of 100 agility, Sano's close combat ability far surpasses that of ordinary people, but he ultimately lacks the abnormal endurance of the special attack suit.