Zongman, working as a teaching assistant in Trasen

Please don't get hurt, teacher!

Withdrawing his gaze, Uozuka Saburo slowly exhaled, and stepped into this red devil realm steadily and resolutely.

That capsaicin was indeed one of Treson's Class A banned drugs. Even though he had put on a gas mask, the scarlet particles in the air were still not completely filtered out by the aluminum can. Every breath made the burly man in black feel a burning sensation.

But, it's still bearable.

He was not like these passengers, who were smoked to the point of losing consciousness and almost stopping breathing.

He casually helped up several passengers who were almost dead due to the postures they had fallen in, and after they all moved closer to the air conditioners in the middle of the carriage, Uozuka Saburo walked quickly across the entire carriage without stopping and opened the door at the other end.

呲~

"Ok?"

A figure, a figure that appeared as soon as he got on the bus but disappeared afterwards, was standing quietly at the door of an open toilet, looking up at something with his head raised, as if he was standing in an art gallery admiring a famous painting.

Hearing the sound of Uozuka Saburo opening the door, he slowly turned around, showing a surprised smile and said: "Oh! You're here, Vodka!"

"Well, here I come... Cidre."

Chapter 164 You little black guy!

Sindra, which means "cider" in French, is a member of the organization's French branch. She was transferred to the Japanese branch half a year ago and is in charge of working under Uozuka Saburo's eldest brother.

He is very good at infiltration and assassination, and can appear in any corner of Japan like a ghost. He is one of the few elite operators who can keep up with the work pace of Uozuka Saburo and his elder brother.

"How was it? This magnificent performance led by me~ Not bad, right?"

"...as terrible as ever."

Without removing his gas mask, he walked over to this ordinary-looking woman. Uozuka Saburo followed her gaze towards the toilet cubicle and soon saw what he had expected:

The sloppy man who was supposed to be carrying the suitcase was now hanging in the toilet cubicle in a very strange posture, with his tongue sticking out, his head tilted, and looking lifelessly at the door where the two of them were.

His neck was twisted a full 270 degrees, almost breaking into pieces. His muscles were covered with bleeding lines because they could not withstand this extreme rotation, and his already worn clothes were completely dyed into a rag, which looked extremely horrifying.

"Tsk~ Your taste is still the same~"

Taking a step forward, the forgettable member of the organization, whose appearance was so ordinary he could be forgotten, shifted his stance and said with a hint of enthusiasm, "Look at this perfect composition ratio! From the angle of the head's rotation to the proportion of his entire height within the compartment! It's like the golden ratio of rotation, isn't it?! I put so much effort into teaching that guy to set up this deadly trap, and he did a great job, and you can't even see the beauty of it... You're really talking to a cow!"

"...Just for the sake of your so-called beauty, you're making such a big fuss about this?"

Uozuka Saburo's tone suddenly grew stern, instantly transforming from an ordinary horsegirl teacher back into the vicious man who did all sorts of evil things in the dark. Through his mask, he said viciously, "Sindra! This deal should have been left entirely to these two guys to handle. The organization should have only acted as a middleman, and there should have been no other interference, let alone helping to set the trap like you did!"

"No! I'm not that stupid, Vodka!"

The codenamed officer waved his hand nonchalantly, his attention completely captivated by the "artwork" before him. Without even turning back, he began to comment on it: "That guy is both thoughtful and capable. I simply gave him some pointers and advice on tool selection. The rest was entirely his own creation. I didn't interfere at all!"

"But you showed up here! And you made the situation even worse! Don't you know this will attract the attention of the police!?"

"Tsk, are you guys any more capable than the French police? They won't be able to find anything!"

Having enjoyed the sensory pleasure brought to her by others, Sindra glanced at the old cadre wearing a gas mask beside her and said jokingly, "Besides... aren't you here too? We both like to watch the fun and enjoy the excitement~"

"...This is my primary responsibility, so of course I should be here. It's completely different from yours."

"Alright, alright~ Clear division of responsibilities, non-interference—you have so many broken rules here in Japan."

Spitting inwardly, the ordinary woman suppressed her impatience, looked at Uozuka Saburo with a smile and said, "So, how did I do my job this time? Can I get a five-star review from Gin later?"

"No."

"...Hey! Don't go too far, I'm telling you!"

Syndra was furious. She turned around and grabbed Vodka by the collar, staring at his mask and growling, "You've been remotely controlling this deal for a month, and now you suddenly tell me to take care of the final touches at the last minute, and you told me so urgently sixty hours ago... I'm already doing a great job for you, okay?!"

"But you messed up. It didn't comply with our rules, so naturally your evaluation will be low." Uozuka Saburo glanced at her coldly and said, "And where's the most important thing? The transaction hasn't been completed yet."

"Péter! I think you're just picking on me, you bastard!"

Giving Uozuka Saburo a twisted glare, Sindra raised her chin toward the corpse and said, "Look, I just saw it from the back of the train. That guy put the capsaicin in his pocket before detonating it. I guess it was a conspiracy orchestrated by the person he was trading with. He planned to wait for chaos to set in and then take it away."

"But now he can't take advantage of the situation, because I just asked someone to notify the train conductor to maintain order and rescue people."

"Batard! You said I was the one who messed up, but I think you're the one who messed up!"

"No, Big Brother clearly stated in the mission manual that my role in this mission is to face everything as a completely unaware passerby and not deliberately do anything to maintain the land. This is consistent with my character."

"So, how do you think we can get that thing to the trading partner and complete this mission?!"

"Who knows? This is your business, not mine."

“…Je me fiche de toi!”

Sindra cursed foully, her face completely gloomy as she leaned forward against the toilet door frame, trying to reach the corpse with her slender body and take the items out of her pocket without leaving any trace.

Behind her, Uozuka Saburo, who was looking at Sindra's back, silently changed his position and stood right in her blind spot.

A mini syringe slipped silently from his sleeve and fell into his hand.

Then, he suddenly stabbed at the back of her neck!

Bang!

"puff!"

"Humph!!!"

At the critical moment! Sindra, who had been leaning forward, suddenly turned around, dodged Uozuka Saburo's attack, and punched him in the chest, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the other side of the car wall!

Then, before he could recover, a slender but steel-hard arm clamped his throat, and another hand and leg clamped his arms, throwing him sideways to the ground, pinning him firmly so that he could not move.

"Ahaha! You cunning and insidious little black man, you finally revealed your braised chicken feet!"

Chapter 165: Conan! Run!

Kneeling on the back of Uozuka Saburo's neck and pinning his hands to his back, Sindra looked pervertedly excited and said to him condescendingly, "You're still trying to trick me and attack me! I've known for a long time that you, you bastard, are planning something bad on me!!"

"Uh... ahem..."

Slightly loosening her grip to give Uozuka Saburo some breathing space, Sindra twisted his fingers and said sternly, "Tell me! What exactly do you want to do to me? Could it be... that you are a mole lurking in the organization!?"

"..."

"What? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent?"

Syndra licked her lip, her grin widening as she spoke, her body shaking uncontrollably. "As Gin's subordinate, you should know how he hates traitors. If I told him you were a traitor, what do you think he would do to you?"

"..."

"Well, I understand. If you're discovered, it's just the difference between dying early and dying later, right?"

The ordinary woman leaned over and whispered in his ear, "But... if you're willing to agree to a small favor and be my slave, I can help you keep this smile on your face and continue to live on."

"...By that 'little thing,' do you mean cooperating with your infiltration efforts and continuing to sell the organization's intelligence to the DGSE? 'Little Sparrow'?"

"...!!!"

"Well!"

He felt the pressure on his neck suddenly increase, and a cold, sharp object pressed against his temple, making breathing difficult. However, a bright smile appeared on Uozuka Saburo's face beneath his mask. "Ha~ I thought I'd hit the nail on the head, but I didn't expect them to hit the nail on the head in return... It's like the suffocating feeling of a drowning person about to touch the air only to be violently pulled back. Delicious, isn't it?"

"Where did you hear that name?"

"Ahem... Hehe... Would you be relieved if I told you I heard it from someone you know at DGSI?"

Nodding slightly, the man in black looked at her with a playful look and said, "Ever since you made her permanently disabled at school, she's been missing you so much, Clara-chan~"

"!!!"

Whoosh!

Bang! Boom————

"Well!"

In a flash, Uozuka Saburo threw Syndra, who was pressing on him, away - the residual power boost from the horse girl potion allowed him to do this easily.

"Breathe~Breathe——"

Saburo Uozuka stood up, raised his hand to remove the blade that had pierced his skin one millimeter, held it in front of his eyes and looked at it. After confirming that it was an ordinary thing without any poison, he ignored it and stuffed it into his pocket. He looked directly at the Japanese-French mixed-race cadre whose original name was Clara, codenamed: Cider, Sindra.

"...When did you find out?"

"Half a year ago, when you were transferred from the French branch."

Wiping away the shed blood and letting his powerful self-healing ability soothe the wound, Uozuka Saburo said casually, "To be more precise, it was when you were transferred here and used a hidden dark web connection to send a message to France, but it was intercepted by our internal personnel. In recent years, Japan's technological development has been very advanced, far surpassing that of France."

"...That's it..."

Sighing softly, Syndra simply lamented in the letter that she was too careless, but did not try to defend herself.

During the six months she had followed this duo in Japan, she was very clear about their style of doing things: they would treat non-codenamed members based on the principle of "kill by mistake, and never let them go", but they would try their best to avoid any mistakes or omissions in the case of codenamed members, and would not reveal their cards until they had solid and decisive evidence - unless "that person" personally gave the order to kill, they could skip these troublesome procedures.

Although Syndra is also an excellent code member, she is very self-aware and it is impossible for that person to pay so much attention to her, so it can only be that Vodka and Gin have some key evidence to prove her identity, so they would not be able to show their cards so openly like now.

But...even though the situation is bad, it's not the worst yet!

"Tell me, how are you going to kill me?"

Tilting her head, signaling Uozuka Saburo to look at the high-speed Shinkansen express train, where not even a single window could be opened, Sindra slowly backed away and said, "In such a crowded, completely enclosed space, even you wouldn't be able to make a move, right? If I just walked a little further back into the carriage... what could you do?"

"Yeah... this is indeed a big problem."

"Haha, in that case...eh?"

Whoosh——bang!

She subconsciously put her hands in front of her, but they were instantly shaken away by a huge force. A big hand suddenly appeared in her field of vision, grabbed her collar, and threw her behind her - the carriage filled with capsaicin!

"Hmm! This is it!"

She quickly covered her mouth and nose, but still inevitably inhaled a little smoke and dust. Sindra's face turned red instantly, and she looked at Uozuka Saburo angrily, her eyes full of disbelief.

What just happened? How did he suddenly appear in front of him?

Just like teleportation, how is it possible for humans to have such a fast speed?

Could it be that... this organization's human experiments have made new progress?!

"Thanks to you for setting up such a perfect space for me," Uozuka Saburo said, twisting his arms and looking at her. "It's narrow, with no escape route, and there's also the body of a hapless person who was just trapped and murdered... Even if there's one more unlucky person here, it won't attract any attention at all."

asshole......

Sindra gritted her teeth, trying her best to calm her burning respiratory system, silently took out more blades from her pocket, and a determined fighting spirit flashed in her eyes.

Head-on combat is not her forte, but if she really wants to exchange a few moves with others, she is more than capable of doing so!

As long as she could make a bigger noise and attract other passengers to come and check, she would still have a chance to escape!!

"Hoho? You're not trying to turn around and run away, but are planning to approach me? This is really... Come on!"

Crash---

"Hoo! Hoo! Uncle Uozuka! I... um?"

"..."

"..."

"...?"

"Conan! Run!!!"

Chapter 166: It's your turn to choose

It's too late to say, then soon!

Before Sindra could react to the little boy behind her, Uozuka Saburo shouted through his gas mask: "That guy is a murderer. She killed the man before! Go tell Mr. Maori!"

"???"