Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

But regardless of their expressions, postures, or even the bulges around their waists, one can tell the difference.

Vermouth could tell the difference.

This is a highly trained and experienced combat team.

Chapters 567 and 570, Rye/Black Fox

...But why would such a group appear on this train?

Could it be that the FBI has sent new reinforcements, specifically for the two of us?

"What, you don't recognize them?"

Just as Vermouth was getting nervous, Sano asked her a question that left her completely bewildered.

"What do you mean? I should get to know them?"

Sano didn't respond, but muttered to himself, "That's true. If we really knew each other, you should have noticed it from the very beginning."

Vermouth: "..."

Can't this guy even listen to what the other person is asking?

Let's look ahead again.

The group slowed down after spotting Sano and his two companions.

Finally, they simply stopped.

"Get out of the way."

The leading man spoke to Vermouth.

"You think we should just give in because you want us to? Don't we have any dignity?"

Sano stepped forward, only to receive a cold look from the man: "Since when does an outsider have the right to speak up for the executives?"

...Why does this guy seem to know so much about the situation on his side?

Vermouth immediately sensed something was wrong.

As expected, Sano immediately replied with a smile, "I don't know when Rum's men became so rude, interfering in other people's territory without saying a word, and even acting so self-righteous."

"...Rum?"

Vermouth looked at Sano in disbelief.

Although Rum's people and Vermouth are on the same side, seeing these people should at least make her feel at ease, if not nervous... but she specifically arranged with Amuro Tooru to schedule the operation before the train arrived at its destination.

That's precisely to prevent other members of the organization from getting involved.

"Shut up!"

Before the man could speak again, Vermouth took a step forward, glaring fiercely at him, and spoke up for Sano with unwavering determination.

"Don't you know who I am? A nobody I don't even remember has never dared to challenge me. This matter is handled by Bourbon and me. Even Gin has to stay back and wait. He can only make a move if things get too difficult. Don't think that just because Rum is backing you up, you can act like you're above everyone else. If you're so capable, let Rum stand up and talk to me!"

"You have long since lost the trust of adults."

The man said coldly, "And this guy, he said he would keep an eye on you, but after so long, he hasn't sent back a single useful message. The lord was worried, so he arranged for us to secretly come and take over. If you have any objections, you can raise them with the lord at any time. Before receiving the lord's instructions... I'm sorry, we will not accept any protests."

Vermouth's face turned ashen, but she knew that whether she approached the situation gently or forcefully, she had no choice.

It's difficult for even oneself to gain a dominant position.

"Alright, enough of the nonsense, please make way."

Although the man said "please," he immediately took a step forward, clearly not intending to be refused... After all, the commotion in the carriages behind was too loud; even those of them on the train ahead could clearly hear it, indicating that something bad had happened.

We must go to investigate and provide support as quickly as possible.

However, just as Vermouth was struggling and hesitating, Sano, who was blocking the way, not only did not give way, but stepped forward and pushed her way.

Sano's eyes opened slightly, his purple pupils turning red in the next second. His aura surged, pressing down on the other side. Although he smiled, his tone was extremely firm and cold: "Sorry, this road is closed. No passage allowed. I don't want to say it a second time."

Perhaps it was a reaction to Sano's imposing presence.

Or perhaps, it's simply a matter of swift and decisive action.

The group immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Sano.

This allowed Vermouth and Yukiko Kudo, who were standing next to Sano, to see what was happening.

My mind felt like it was exploding.

...Even Vermouth, facing such a group head-on, would likely face a near-certain death, with no chance of escape.

Not to mention Yukiko Kudo.

But no one had ever told Yukiko Kudo that on this train journey, she would actually have to confront a group of armed criminals head-on!

If you had told me earlier, I definitely wouldn't have come!

Just as the two sides seemed about to clash, Sano suddenly raised his finger and, as if swiping through the air, pointed to the left of the group: "Your guns seem to be pointing in the wrong direction. Look over there."

"what?"

In this situation, the group of people almost instinctively glanced to their left.

To Sano's right are the compartments of the train car.

Logically speaking, not only the passengers in this compartment, but also all the passengers in the carriages after this one, and even the passengers in the two or three carriages ahead, should have already rushed to the carriages ahead in a hurry because of Vermouth and Amuro Tooru's actions.

It is precisely because of this that a group of people dared to build with confidence and boldness.

But when the group looked over, they only saw the doors of the two private rooms slowly open. The curtains in the rooms seemed to be drawn, and the lights were off, so it was pitch black... Then suddenly, one red light after another lit up.

In the blurry outline, there was a figure holding a submachine gun.

"……spread!!!"

The man's pupils constricted, and he let out a hysterical roar.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Da da da da da—!!"

Countless bullets shot out from the compartment, instantly halting the group's instinctive attempt to dodge. Instead, they were riddled with bullets, their bodies flying wildly as bullets pierced their bodies and through the train windows, splattering blood and glass shards everywhere. In just ten seconds, about twenty people were riddled with bullets.

The gunfire finally stopped, but it didn't seem to be because all the targets were dead.

It was because all the bullets had been fired.

The air was thick with the smells of gunpowder and blood.

Vermouth and Yukiko Kudo are not ordinary people after all. Although they were indeed startled when the gunshot rang out, and even now they are still somewhat unsure, they did not panic and lose their composure.

They simply observed the situation cautiously.

Then, the people in the two private rooms came out, checked the bodies of the group of people, and after confirming that no one who could pose a threat had been left alive, they turned around and looked at Sano and the other two.

These dozen or so people were all dressed in black robes that covered their entire bodies, carrying submachine guns and wearing masks. The "F" on their masks and the two red dots under their eyes were their most noticeable features.

For some reason, Vermouth and Yukiko Kudo felt a sudden tightness in their chests.

I was already nervous enough, but now I'm even more nervous.

Because this group of people really doesn't give off a good impression.

...If Rum's men gave the impression of being well-trained criminals, then this group was a group of terrorists.

The difference between the two is that the former may be more professional, but it may be possible to restrain or force the opponent to back down by using some special means, while the latter...

Once you're targeted, the final outcome will likely be a fight to the death.

Unscrupulous and reckless.

This is the difference between terrorists and criminals.

Therefore, if possible, Vermouth would rather confront the former than the latter... Speaking of which, who are these people?

"……grown ups."

The group bowed respectfully to Sano to show their respect—meaning that Sano had mentioned beforehand that these guys should address him as "sir," otherwise they would start with "oh my god," which would tire one's toes to death.

Sano nodded and said, "Yeah, that's all for you. You don't need to go to the final stop. Just gather your things and jump off the train to go back."

"……Yes."

The leader glanced behind Sano at the passageway leading to the rear carriages.

He responded with a "yes".

...So he really is one of this guy's men, and he even calls him "sir".

Vermouth narrowed her eyes. That meant that these people weren't outside help that this guy had paid for or hired through other means, but rather his actual subordinates... This guy is not simple. Could he be from another organization?

"The gunfire from the back carriages seems to have stopped."

Just then, Yukiko Kudo spoke up at the right moment—regardless of the actual situation, what is certain at present is that Rum's people tried to intervene, but were completely wiped out by Sano's people. Perhaps the two sides cannot be considered as allies at all.

But at least in this current matter, the two sides seem to have the same goal.

Therefore, Yukiko Kudo felt it was necessary to remind him and sought help from Sano.

This also served as a reminder to Vermouth.

...This kid is a complete madman. Although this move did relieve Vermouth, the underlying reasons are unsettling. Wiping out Rum's entire crew proves that this person is definitely not on the same side as the organization.

Despite her desire to protect Conan, Vermouth's stance is fundamentally aligned with the organization.

...Both sides are enemies.

They're not planning to silence me later, are they?

"Do you think it's either side fighting in the back carriages?"

Sano's sudden question startled the two changeable faces.

...Amuro Tooru, who took "Miyano Shiho" first, goes without saying. The remaining party should be Rum's subordinates or this person's subordinates.

Or perhaps it's a three-way battle.

"despair."

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