Ke Xue: I have a knife, and you still dare to fight me?

Kurokawa Saki moved swiftly among the group.

The group of people only felt a flash of cold light before their eyes.

The next second, eight terrifying sword marks appeared on each of the people.

Blood sputtered out.

But Kurokawa Sakizuki remained completely clean, and even the blade of his sword was spotless.

He held back, after all, he wasn't a bloodthirsty person; otherwise, the men wouldn't have just had bloodstains on them, but rather chunks of blood scattered all over the ground.

Tequila ran wildly without looking back, while simultaneously reloading her gun.

Kurokawasaki wanted to chase after her, but turned to look at Vermouth, who was still standing there in a daze.

Vermouth was looking at him at that moment.

After taking cover, Shuichi Akai contacted the FBI, and reinforcements began to set up defenses in the vicinity.

Without hesitation, Kurokawasaki Tsuki drew his sword and swung it at Vermouth.

This forced her to retreat in the direction the agave had fled.

Vermouth quickly dodged.

Each time, he barely managed to dodge Kurokawasaki's attack.

The two fought and retreated.

Vermouth was quickly overwhelmed, her dodging speed slowed down, and Kurokawa Saki also slowed down his sword swings, still maintaining a position where she could barely dodge.

Seizing the opportune moment, Kurokawasaki Tsuki slashed into a nearby cement pillar.

The blade cut directly into it.

Oops, the knife is stuck.

Vermouth didn't disappoint Kawasaki Tsuki's promise to let her go to sea; she seized the opportunity and ran away as well.

They even split up with the tequila team.

Exactly!

Once Vermouth had run far enough, Kurokawasaki Tsuki drew his sword and, following the scent, chased after Tequila in the direction she had fled.

By this time, Agave was panting heavily from running.

He didn't care even when the wound reopened.

They continued their frantic, relentless run.

However, the next second, he felt a pain in his calf.

He fell flat on his face.

Tequila struggled to her feet, knowing without a doubt what had happened.

Since he was going to die anyway, Tequila immediately turned around and handed the entire magazine to Kurokawasaki Tsuki.

However, Kurokawa Sakizuki easily blocked it with a wave of his hand.

The deflected bullet added another wound to Agave's already injured leg.

"what!"

Tequila dropped the pistol, clutched her leg, and wailed.

The tip of Kurokawa Saki's sword was already resting on the tip of his nose.

However, this guy wasn't honest. He gritted his teeth, secretly pulled out a grenade from his pocket, and threw it to Kurokawa Saki.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki swiftly flipped over the wall beside him.

The agave plant tumbled over and rolled to the other side of the drainpipe, just as the drainpipe suddenly started to drain.

The agave was flushed into the river like it was being flushed down a toilet.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded at that moment.

When Kurokawasaki Tsuki came out again, Tequila was nowhere to be seen.

He managed to slip away?!

Such good luck?!

Kurokawasaki Tsuki fell into deep thought.

On the other hand, Vermouth, facing the FBI's surveillance, easily slipped away with just a slight disguise.

They then left the area without stopping.

Only after she had walked a distance did she have time to calm down and think.

She didn't believe she could escape unscathed from a swordsman whose strength was so abnormal it could be described as freakish; the only explanation was that he deliberately held back.

But why?

Vermouth reflected on her three meetings with him.

Each time, he was in a different identity.

That's ridiculous; it's impossible for them to recognize me.

Is this the intuition of a top swordsman...?

Vermouth shook her head.

If you can't figure it out right now, just leave it for now.

I wonder if that guy will chop the tequila into mincemeat.

She wanted Tequila to die so she could pin the blame on the FBI, preventing the organization from knowing that a swordsman had helped Shuichi Akai and avoiding any investigation.

But, Kurokawasaki Tsuki, your figure is truly captivating.

Vermouth licked her lips.

She took out her phone, checked the location on the organization's phone, and searched for the agave.

The location tracking device in the phone remains effective even if the phone is broken.

Unless the phone explodes, shattering the positioning module inside.

Ok?

How did Longshe get so far away? How did he do that?

Vermouth was surprised to find that the agave had almost reached the coastline.

Kurokawasaki returned empty-handed, finally understanding the pain that Akai Shuichi had felt.

How come this tequila is so lucky?

Back by Shuichi Akai's side, Tsuki Kurokawasaki fell silent.

"That guy got away."

Shuichi Akai also fell silent.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki briefly recounted what had just happened.

"He was swept away by the river to who knows where. I guess his body has already reached the shoreline by now."

Hideaki Akai nodded. "I will send someone to check immediately. At the same time, I will strictly control entry and exit information. Thank you for your hard work. This was my oversight. If they are released back to Japan, the organization will likely start investigating your identity."

"It's okay, I wore a mask the whole way, and not many people in the FBI saw me. I'll be careful when I get back to Japan."

Shuichi Akai paused for a moment, then said, "It would be best to stay in the United States for a few more days."

It doesn't really matter where Kurokawasaki Tsuki stays.

Treat it as a trip.

Meanwhile, Vermouth had already located and found the dying agave plant.

This guy actually survived.

Vermouth was considering whether she should just watch him die.

Just then, the Irish guy showed up too.

"This is hilarious, Shuichi Akai has made him look like this again?"

Then Ireland looked at Vermouth beside him and said, "Gin told you to hurry up and have this guy take the drug information back to Japan. Don't let him die here."

Having no other option, Vermouth had to abandon the idea and took out the healing potion she carried with her to give Agave another injection.

Then he threw him into his car and drove off.

After changing her hiding place again, Vermouth handed the agave to the organization's doctor.

Then, feigning concern while actually keeping an eye on Agave, he stayed by her side.

Agave is tough; after lying down overnight, it was able to move around the next day, though it was visibly weak.

Vermouth subtly inquired about what happened yesterday.

The sight of that figure sent chills down Longtie's spine.

He gritted his teeth fiercely: "I...I'm going to tell Gin about this, and I'll make that damn guy pay!"

Chapter Forty-Six: It's You Again, Tequila

Kurokawasaki Tsuki did not stay at the place arranged by Akai Shuichi, but instead returned to the house he had bought in the United States.

There's no place like home.

Speaking of dogs, Kurokawasaki Tsuki thought of his own dog, Big Yellow.

Before leaving, he made a special trip to leave Big Yellow and the two silly parrots with Conan.

Thinking back to Conan's expression when he was leading his dog on one side and holding his falcon on the other, I can't help but chuckle for some reason.

I hope Conan won't mistreat my dog, Da Huang.

On the other side of the ocean, Conan, who was teasing a bird, suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

He had wondered before how Kurokawasaki Tsuki, these two parrots who weren't raised from chicks, could be so well-behaved. Now he understood: it was simply because these two parrots were silly.

Kogoro Mouri, who was reading a newspaper with his legs crossed, glanced at him and said, "You're always wearing shorts and wandering around. You've caught a cold, haven't you?"

Conan gave a deadpan look, rubbed his nose, and comforted himself, "It must be Ran thinking about me."

Big Yellow lay lazily next to Kogoro Mouri: "Hey, I hope this old man doesn't have to go out to work all day again. My food..."

The next day.

Kogoro Mouri's words proved prophetic.

Conan, who loves wearing shorts all year round, has indeed caught a cold.

However, when he got home from school...

But I found that I had painted an Osaka Black Chicken on my phone.

When Hattori Heiji saw that Conan had a cold, he immediately offered him a strong medicine.

I fed him a glass of strong liquor.

Conan thus received a large trial card.

.........

In a dark alley.

Gin raised his pistol and pressed it against the head of a dying rat who had betrayed the organization.

At this moment, death is the greatest relief for him.

Gin pulled the trigger.

The rats were also freed.

After dealing with the rats, Gin rewarded himself with a cigarette.