Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

The distillery is the obvious number one.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have allowed intelligence organizations from various countries to plant spies within their ranks.

A truly powerful force generally doesn't have a main base or anything like that, because there are too many members and too many things to handle. At most, they might have a largest stronghold, or the leader of the force might have a relatively fixed location.

Just like the country of Amelica, where exactly is its headquarters?

It's hard to say.

It's nothing more than the presidency, the largest military position, and the FBI is just one of its departments, a place where people gather and data is stored. The same principle applies to the liquor company.

Members are located all over the world.

It's only because they originated in Japan and have relatively high activity and important member frequency that they are considered to be based in Japan.

And the brewery's various locations in Japan.

Like countless stars.

Tokyo is a fairly large base, basically centered around the research group's laboratories, and also includes places needed for imprisonment and torture—the one that the blond guy brought is the largest one in Tokyo, so Sano wants to storm in, saying he's going to solo the brewery dungeon.

It's not exactly nonsense, is it?

"squeak--"

The black Porsche sped over and finally came to a stop at a factory gate.

On the surface, this is a manufacturing plant.

But in reality, those who know, know; it's mainly underground.

On the ground, there are real, normal factories, and even the workers and security guards are mostly ordinary people who know nothing about it.

Only a few peripheral members were placed inside.

"Ding dong."

I looked around, a little puzzled, and there wasn't a single security guard behind the gate.

Gin rang the doorbell.

There was no response.

"strangeness."

Vodka pressed the button again, but Gin had already looked toward the green belt on the side.

Upon getting closer, Gin parted the bushes and found a security guard lying inside.

"……This is!?"

Sensing something was wrong, Vodka leaned closer to Gin and was immediately alarmed.

"An enemy attack!?"

Gin's face was grim—he had been ambushed and tricked quite a few times before.

The key point is certainly not whether or not one falls into the trap.

The key question is whether there were any losses incurred during the ambush.

Leaving aside casualties, there's the loss of resources, which encompasses a wide range of issues.

For example, right now.

The largest base in Tokyo has been invaded. If this is not handled properly, the base will be rendered useless, and everything invested in it will be wasted.

Creating a visible facade is a minor matter.

The key lies in the massive project behind it, the time and money involved, as well as the crucial equipment and data that money can hardly buy, and the effort put into getting the official personnel to ensure the base could be successfully hidden.

We can tell from the fact that it is the largest in scale.

This is one of the most heavily invested locations among all the distillery's sites.

It's likely to be ruined now, and you can imagine how Gin feels.

...like two planes that were dropped one after the other.

Even if you package them into sets and buy thousands or tens of thousands of sets, they might not be as important as a single toe of this stronghold.

It was Ai Haibara's base back then, or more accurately, Shiho Miyano's base. Even though it was set up solely for her and wasn't very large, Gin still felt incredibly heartbroken when it was destroyed.

Not to mention the current stronghold.

"……retreat."

Despite his frustration, Gin managed to suppress his agitation and calmly make the necessary cautious judgment in the face of this unclear situation.

The idea of ​​taking immediate action to prevent greater losses is not wrong, but that requires knowing how to respond.

If we act rashly and recklessly...

Not only might it fail to prevent it, but it could also end up harming yourself.

However, before Gin could even move, a sound came from the loudspeaker at the gate.

"Come in, the door's unlocked."

"..."

Gin paused in his steps.

...Gin had never heard this voice before.

But judging from my feelings, he seems to be just a little kid?

Suddenly, Gin remembered the purpose of his trip.

The Black Reaper's second-in-command... but it seems to be more of a symbolic role.

The real decision-maker, putting aside Black Death, seems to be a third-ranking delinquent.

This is the opposite of the situation in his own organization... cough cough, but Gin doesn't know why they're arranged like this over there.

Anyway, on my side, it's not a matter of ability, but a matter of seniority.

...The topic has gone off-topic. The main point is that the second-in-command of the Black Reaper is at the stronghold.

Gin only just learned about this.

Starting with that blond guy, we'll find out Black Death, and finally, Black Mask.

Gin has considered this approach more than once.

But they never actually did anything.

Okay, to be precise, I wanted to do it, but found that I couldn't.

To be more precise, doing this kind of thing is a bit risky and a bit unprofitable.

The result is most likely that Rum made the instruction.

The person was still brought over by kidnappers.

Logically speaking, since it has already been done, the only option is to go all the way.

The problem is...

According to Gin, it seems that Black Death is already dead.

On that very day, he put the plane on autopilot and crashed into the Ferris wheel. In an attempt to save Curaçao and a little kid, he was killed by falling debris.

Although Black Mask and Curaçao have since disappeared without a trace.

The testimonies of those children seem quite controversial, and the police couldn't even find the body. But personally, Gin is more inclined to believe this answer—those children seem to know Sano and have been involved in countless cases, big and small.

Such testimony may have a weaker effect in court.

However, its authenticity is generally quite good.

To put it bluntly, Gin felt that he was wasting his time.

Of course, even if it was all for nothing, since it's already been done, it still needs to be finished.

There's at least a possibility that it isn't.

So Gin came over.

Unexpectedly, the situation seemed to have collapsed before it even started.

...I knew there would be trouble.

Gin frowned, unsure of Rum's exact arrangements.

But in reality, this guy failed to get things done.

It's bad enough that they were caught red-handed, but then they followed the clues and discovered this kind of blunder.

That old man...

After letting out a somewhat irritated sigh, Gin pressed the button under the horn.

"Who are you, the Black Reaper's second-in-command?"

"I'll give you ten minutes. If I don't see you, I'll kill these researchers."

There was no nonsense on the other end.

A single threat ignited Gin's anger, yet he had no choice but to accept it.

...Those few researchers were recruited by the organization after a lot of effort.

It can almost be said to be a very important small part of the family fortune.

The value of this entire base is largely attributed to these few people alone.

Gin originally thought that even if the base was attacked, at least the two intelligence team officers in charge of guarding it would be able to protect those people and get them out of there safely.

The result was that it was copied directly?

The intruders were shrewd; they didn't kill the person immediately.

If this guy just started killing without saying a word, regardless of who was in front of him, and just wanted to kill, then I wouldn't have such a headache.

After exhaling, Gin drew his pistol, released the safety, and chambered a round.

"Go in."