Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"what?"

Vodka, standing nearby, was a little confused: "Go in, go in! What if it's a trap?"

"Even if it's a trap, we have to go in."

Gin replied impatiently and then pushed open the door and walked into the factory.

Then I watched it all the way through.

Apart from the security guards who were on the surface acting as protectors, the rest of the workers were still doing their jobs normally... In other words, the underground intruders had infiltrated.

No wonder no news has come out at all.

However, this might be considered good news, because if one wants to sneak into the underground section unnoticed, there naturally can't be too many people.

Correspondingly, even if there are very few people, it is very dangerous to be able to do this.

"..."

Gin's lips twitched, but he ultimately didn't speak. Instead, he reached into his pocket, opened his phone without looking, and started typing blindly.

...That person might still be watching the surveillance footage, in case anything unusual is noticed.

Whether the "negotiations" failed or these people escaped, Gin would be unhappy.

Be more composed and at ease.

After arriving at a dark corner and opening a hidden door, Gin took the elevator and, with a series of maneuvers, successfully transported the elevator, which only had buttons for the third floor, to the eighth basement level.

...This is where the researchers at this base will be staying.

The scenery along the way became much more varied after that.

The unconscious or dead were simply left outside in the open.

Bloodstains and bullet holes can be seen everywhere.

Even the scorch marks left by the bombs can be seen from time to time.

The key point is based on what Gin is currently seeing.

Most of them seemed to have only marks from punches and kicks on their bodies, while only a small number had obvious marks from gunshots or explosions.

in other words.

Did this invading team basically take over the stronghold by hand-to-hand combat?

...That's a bit hard to say.

It's hard to say whether it's skill or arrogance.

Of course, in terms of the result, this cannot be considered arrogance, but rather a confident display of ability.

"I am coming."

After stopping in front of the access control, Gin spoke into the camera.

"Beep—retract the gun."

The cold, commanding tone made Gin feel an urge to shoot the camera... He was surprisingly wary; couldn't he be a little more confident?

Having already taken down so many armed enemies, what's one more gun?

Reluctantly, Gin had no choice but to put the gun away.

"...You don't need to accept it."

Just as Gin was a step too late and Vodka was dazed and about to put his gun away, another voice came from the loudspeaker: "Beep—why shouldn't he put it away? And you, take your hands out of your pockets and let me see that you have nothing in your hands. Hurry up, or don't blame me if we run out of time."

...This high level of vigilance made Gin feel that the person who spoke must know him quite well, but had intercepted his useless instructions to Vodka.

This is something worth pondering.

Because Vodka is different from Gin, even if he had a gun in his hand and was ready to fight at any time, it would be useless for him.

Gin is different.

As long as you prepare in advance, no matter what situation you face next, Gin will have a sliver of hope to turn the tide.

But now.

If someone understands you, it's because someone tipped you off or warned you.

If you don't understand vodka, are you deliberately pretending?

After a few small tests, Gin felt that the possibility of it being due to his own great fame was slightly greater... mainly because of Sano.

If possible, Gin didn't want to doubt it.

"...Now that's better."

After pulling the text message out of his pocket, Gin asked coldly.

"Come in."

The light above the access control gate changed from yellow to green and turned on automatically.

Gin led Vodka forward until they arrived at a conference room.

Next, what came into view was a group of people in white coats squatting in a corner, huddled together, shivering with their heads in their hands, while a delinquent teenager sat in the main seat.

...Don't ask Gin why he could tell at a glance that this was a delinquent.

They're not blind.

That special forces uniform was simply dazzling.

What's more noticeable is the guy's clothes; there wasn't a speck of dust on them, nor did they show any signs of injury.

A flawless playthrough?

No, it's possible that because this person was the leader and commander, he didn't take action or directly participate in the battle, which is why he remained uninvolved.

"……sit."

Sano, dressed in a black vest, arrogantly put his feet up on the table and made an inviting gesture with one hand, as if he were the host.

"...Are you all alone?"

Gin didn't respond. After looking around, he asked with some surprise.

"if not."

Sano remained calm.

Chapter 647 Unfair Rules?

Gin narrowed his eyes and began to stealthily reach for the gun, while continuing to throw out questions to divert attention: "Your Yorozuya, or rather the Black Reaper, are you always like hyenas, acting as a group? You barged in alone, does your boss know?"

...It's still a test.

To test whether what this person is saying is true or false, and whether there are other people lying in ambush.

To test whether the Black Death's affair is true or false.

However, Sano raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "You don't recognize me?"

Gin was taken aback: "Should I recognize you?"

...To be honest, although Gin had paid some attention to the Black Reaper, especially the Yorozuya, how could he possibly recognize all of those dozen or so people? Not to mention they were now wearing masks. To put it bluntly, they were just a bunch of ants led by a tiger.

It's just that there are too many ants, which makes it look rather terrifying.

If it weren't for Black Death, Gin wouldn't have even bothered to look at the second and third brothers.

Sano gave a strange look, put his leg down, straightened his back, and leaned forward slightly.

"Take another look."

Gin frowned, just about to end this boring conversation, when he suddenly realized something else.

This person's features do seem somewhat familiar?

"...Look all you want, but don't touch your gun."

Sano's sudden reminder snapped Gin back to reality.

As Gin stopped his subconscious hand movements, he gave his answer.

"...Are you Black Death?"

"Well, shouldn't you be very interested in me? Even if it's just incidental, it's a bit much to only recognize me after so long."

Sano glanced at Gin's hand again: "Let me remind you one more time, don't touch your gun, or I'll consider you to be contemplating your life. And by the way..."

"...I know you're confident in your skills, but I'm even more confident that I can snap your neck before you even draw your gun. Don't be stupid."

"..."

Gin remained silent for two seconds.

To be honest, although Gin originally thought he was taking this strongest delinquent seriously enough, he wasn't really that wary.

Ultimately, he's just a delinquent teenager.

While their record is impressive, they are at best just ordinary criminals.

It is considered an outstanding close-combat technique.

But this is not even as noteworthy as the intelligence network that relies on sheer numbers... But now it's different, because an even more glorious achievement has emerged, and it is highly likely that he single-handedly took down one of his organization's largest strongholds. Gin did not doubt this, because whether from his understanding of Black Death's style, or from the perspective of their equal relationship with Black Mask after breaking out of conventional thinking, this should not be false.

...At least the probability is still very high, so this guy's combat power is undoubtedly at a level that is considered foul.

That's terrifying!

Sano, seeing Gin's silence, was also a little unsure about the other's current mindset... However, the claim that he was soloing this base was true.

While it may not be considered unharmed, it certainly doesn't qualify as such.

Make sense.

With proper preparation, Sano felt that even soloing the Neon dungeon, let alone a mere brewery dungeon, would be a piece of cake.

It's just a matter of paying attention to some details.

If Sano doesn't care, then even the details are unimportant and don't need to be paid attention to.