Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

But Vodka wavered.

He swallowed.

So that's what happened—he was asking why Coindus would suddenly attack Vermouth to teach her a lesson.

If that older brother were to kill Kogoro Mouri, it might anger Coindus.

If Kimi could kill even Shuichi Akai, what if he were to harbor murderous intentions towards his older brother because of this...?

To put it another way, even if Junto didn't kill his brother, but instead wanted his brother to experience the pain of having someone close to him killed, what if he did?

Will he come after me then?

Vodka, feeling a chill on his neck, couldn't help but shrink back: "Yeah, bro, maybe we should ask Cointreau...?"

"..."

Gin remained silent, but his gaze seemed even colder.

More importantly, Chianti, who had always been all about wanting to kill, had become conservative at this moment. Although her hand was on the trigger of the sniper rifle, her movements were devoid of any murderous intent.

She glanced at her partner Cohen and found that he was doing the same thing.

"Hey, Cohen, you're not planning to wait for me to fire after the countdown ends, are you?"

"..."

Cohen's face flushed slightly, a strange redness.

He turned his head, his eyes behind his sunglasses fixed intently on Chianti.

Chianti immediately burst into a tirade: "Damn it, how can your heart be so filthy?!"

"You're the same."

"I'm the old lady—!"

Chianti wanted to swear, but couldn't argue back.

This is awkward.

Neither of the two brilliant strategists were in the mood to fire. After a pause, Chianti, who was the bolder one, glanced at Gin and said, "Why don't you do it yourself, Gin?"

Gin nearly crushed the bugging device in his hand.

Meanwhile, James Black finally drove the car to the vicinity of the Mouri Detective Agency. Although he didn't know why Gin's countdown had suddenly stopped, driven by a sense of urgency, Conan still chose to open the car roof and kick a soccer ball towards the window of the Mouri Detective Agency.

Snapped!

The glass window was kicked and cracked, a commotion that startled Kogoro Mouri, who was anxiously awaiting the horse race results.

He abruptly stood up, flung open the window, and roared:

"Hey! Who did this?!"

He peeked out and saw Conan standing below, looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Uncle! I accidentally kicked too hard."

"You little brat..." Kogoro Mouri gritted his teeth.

Vermouth's heart skipped a beat as she watched this scene.

This scene is exactly the same as the text message Cointreau sent at the beginning!

In fact, if he hadn't interrupted Gin's countdown, the soccer ball would have arrived just one second before the countdown reached zero.

How is it done?

How could anyone possibly be so calculating?

Cointreau... isn't that guy even human?

Vermouth shuddered.

Before Gin could even speak while looking at the scene below, the window a few blocks away from Kogoro Mouri was opened.

Lin Jiashu's face peeked out from inside.

He clearly observed and confirmed the situation, then gave a gentle smile to the people below: "Playing football on the street is too dangerous. What if you accidentally kick someone? Conan."

"Brother Jiashu is here too?"

"Ah, I've been here for a while."

"Conan, you brat!" Kogoro Mouri was still glaring at him with his beard bristling.

"Ah ha ha……"

Seeing Conan's embarrassed expression, Lin Jiashu laughed and said, "You'd better be glad that Uncle Mori's last horse race result was good. If you had won the last bet, he would have let you off the hook if he was in a good mood."

"really?"

"Ugh! You bastard, it's all your fault that I had to take it down—!"

Kogoro Mouri only then realized that his headphones had been taken off, and he quickly turned around and put them back on.

Gin glanced at the bugging device in his hand upon seeing this.

He then kept his hands tightly closed to prevent any sound from leaking out.

"Wow, Cointreau always looks so clean and tidy, hey... not bad."

Chianti grinned.

Vermouth, seeing Gin's actions, knew he had most likely abandoned his murderous intent, so she smiled and said, "So, what do you plan to do?"

Gin took out his phone and called Yoshiki Hayashi.

After answering the call, Lin Jiashu told him to wait a moment and then went back inside.

Kogoro Mouri sat back down to continue listening to his horse racing news, while Yoshiki Hayashi went into the inner room and hugged Ran, whose face was flushed.

The girl's soft pink lips looked exceptionally moist.

"Can you wait for me?"

"I don't want it anymore, Yoshiki-nii..."

"Haha."

After giving her another kiss on the lips, which made her look a little breathless and dazed from being bullied, Lin Jiashu picked up his phone and went up to the rooftop of the Mouri Detective Agency.

He dialed Gin's number back.

"What's the matter?"

"Our operation just now went wrong. Someone put a transmitter and a listening device under the shoe of our member, Kir. The only person who had contact with Kir before us today was Kogoro Mouri."

"...Kir, Rena Mizunashi?"

"You know?"

"So you suspect that Kogoro Mouri is trying to obtain information about the organization?" Yoshiki Hayashi was a little surprised, then said crisply, "Impossible. The reason he contacted Rena Mizunashi was because I turned down the request to him because I found it troublesome."

"..."

In that case, the suspicion against Kogoro Mouri has indeed been greatly reduced.

Gin wouldn't suspect Yoshiki Hayashi.

After all, compared to the organization's useless spies and undercover agents, Kimi, who always completed his missions perfectly and even killed Shuichi Akai, was like a god of war... Only the organization could allow his homicidal tendencies to be fully unleashed, so he could not possibly be detrimental to the organization.

"Wait, given your personality, if you become suspicious, you'll probably come right over. You're not already nearby, are you?"

Lin Jiashu's tone suddenly changed slightly.

Gin gave an affirmative answer.

Almost immediately, he saw Jundu's gaze turn in their direction.

When his gaze fell upon the group, his urgent voice immediately came through the phone: "Are you an idiot? Get out of there!"

"..."

Gin's reaction was undeniably slow.

He sensed from Jundu's tone that the bugging device might be a trap, and suddenly turned around, realizing that the rooftop was the perfect spot to be sniped.

"No, we need to retreat immediately!"

He gave the order without hesitation.

Chianti was about to wave to Hayashi Yoshiki when she heard the order and was still a little dazed when a bullet grazed her shoulder.

"Ten o'clock! Four hundred yards!"

Cohen immediately realized where the bullet was coming from, and regretfully turned to aim his gun—

An old man's face appeared in the scope; he was also aiming his gun in their direction, and the two of them decisively pulled the trigger.

Biu!

The bullet pierced the man's head, and Cohen was also shot in the chest.

He groaned and his body slumped.

"Cohen!?"

"It's okay... I have a bulletproof vest."

"It's not over yet, find cover!"

Gin roared coldly, "Give me the gun!"

The five men immediately hid behind the wall on the rooftop.

Bullets flew in from time to time, landing on the rooftop railing and sending dirt flying from the concrete walls.

Gin silently kept an eye on the direction from which the bullets were coming.

Until he found an opening.

“Cover me, Vodka.”

Without saying a word, Vodka gritted his teeth and stood up.

Bullets instantly struck him, splattering blood everywhere, but Gin's movements were swift and decisive—his reaction in the original work, where he unhesitatingly snatched Cohen's gun and confronted Shuichi Akai, clearly showed that even if his sniping skills were weaker than Shuichi Akai's, they were by no means too bad.

With a few bullets, Gin took down several snipers.

Vermouth watched this scene silently.

Was all of this orchestrated by that guy Cointreau?

Where did he get so many helpers?

The situation was quickly eased, but the assassins seemed to have received a signal, and chaotic footsteps could be heard coming from the passage leading to the rooftop.

Then, after the door was pushed open, several assassins were shot dead by Vermouth as soon as they peeked out.

"Don't linger here, retreat."

Gin gave the order with an icy gaze.

The five people immediately set off cautiously.

When they reached the stairwell, Gin grabbed a wounded but still alive assassin and used him as a human shield to clear a path.

boom!boom!

Several more assassins appeared in the stairwell, but Gin and Vermouth moved even faster, and the group reached the bottom of the building in no time at all.

Just then, Lin Jiashu called again.

"Don't ride in your car."

Gin, without any hesitation, quickly repeated: "Don't get in the car!"

Chianti, who was in a hurry to run to the car, paused.

At that moment, a black sedan suddenly pulled up in front of Gin and his group and braked sharply. The driver and the person in the passenger seat swiftly drew their guns and opened fire on Gin and his group.

boom!Boom!

Amidst the bursts of fire and flying shell casings, the undisguised gunfire caused passersby to scream.

Chianti was accidentally shot and angrily cursed, but the next second she saw that the two men were already dead in the car.