The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 228 GSSRA captures members of the Black Organization alive
Ah! What a beautiful day!

Pulling back the curtains, Ran Mouri got up and washed to the golden sunrise, then habitually put on her apron and went into the kitchen.

She lit the stove, placed the frying pan over the small blue flame, poured in oil, and as a thin layer of smoke rose from the pan, Xiaolan used a spatula to put the pancakes from the plate on the side into the pan.

As the pancakes sizzled, Ran Mouri instinctively called out towards the still silent living room:
"Conan, breakfast is ready!"

However, a sense of tranquility still lingered in the air.

Then, Ran Mouri remembered that her father and Conan still hadn't come home yesterday.

For some reason, Ran Mouri suddenly felt a little lonely, as if everyone was excluding her from certain things.

Ran Mouri couldn't help but sigh, a nameless emptiness rising in her heart.

She used a little force with the spatula, cutting the pancake into several pieces in the pan, a faint sense of resentment quietly spreading in her heart.

Including today, Dad and Conan haven't been home for three days, and sometimes they can't even get through on the phone.

Even if the call connects, it's only a brief moment of telling yourself—

"Ah! Xiaolan, we're very busy right now, I'll call you back later!"

Then the other end of the line quickly hung up.

In the end, the phone was never called back; usually, you would only receive a text message.

"Honestly, all this secrecy..." she muttered, her voice tinged with helplessness and disappointment, "More cases, cases, cases..."

Ran Mouri couldn't help but recall what had happened two days ago, and for a moment, her thoughts were in turmoil.

The cause of everything, or rather, the cause that Ran Mouri knew about, was that camping plan that was doomed from the very beginning.

When Professor Agasa arrived at the western outskirts of Beika Town in his yellow Volkswagen Beetle, carrying himself and the Junior Detective League children.

She saw Kogoro Mouri, along with Inspector Megure, Conan, and Heiji Hattori, standing at the intersection cordoned off by police tape.

At that moment, Kogoro Mouri was furious, shouting things like, "We must catch that thief who stole the car!"

Beside him stood Conan and Heiji, both wearing awkward smiles.

Thinking of this, the veins on Ran Mouri's forehead twitched involuntarily, and a handprint quietly appeared on the wooden handle of the spatula.

After all, although she was used to occasional carelessness, this time, Kogoro Mouri really went too far!

"Not only was he drunk, but he also forgot to close the office door, so a thief broke into the office and stole the car downstairs as well."

"If Inspector Megure hadn't happened to find the abandoned car on the roadside while searching for the fugitive, and if Detective Hattori hadn't been able to prove that Dad wasn't a suspect..."

The edges of the pancake were already a little burnt. She sighed and finally took the pancake out of the pan and put it on a plate.

These imperfect pancakes are perhaps just like her current mood.

Xiaolan thought to herself, "Why is it always like this? Dad always makes a mess of things."

"And then there's Conan—"

That troublesome child, when Professor Agasa was taking the children home, actually rolled down the window and jumped out of the car.

If I hadn't quickly stopped the other three restless kids...

The image of Conan jumping out of the window and running towards the police tape flashed through my mind. Although Mr. Hattori told me on the phone that Conan had even greatly helped the case—

But Ran Mouri felt inexplicably irritated.

"Never mind, let's eat..."

She placed the plate on the table and muttered to herself.

Finally, her gaze settled on the sky outside the window. The sun was shining brightly, and there was no sign of the heavy snowfall that had occurred just two days prior.

The morning sun streamed through the glass into the room, shining on Ran Mouri's face, seemingly bringing her some comfort.

"Anyway, I hope Dad and Conan can come back soon."

……

Standing at the cargo transport port in Beika Town, Kogoro Mori squinted at the dozen or so corpses that had been pulled ashore by divers and piled up on the dock.

Several forensic doctors and search personnel who had been temporarily reassigned were working on the white sheets stained with red, trying to find any clues from the bodies.

Even though he was quite a distance from the dock, he could still smell the stench of blood in the sea breeze.

Kogoro Mouri swallowed hard, suppressing a faint feeling of nausea.

Even a private detective who is used to all kinds of murder cases felt a chill run down his spine and all the way to the top of his head from the horrific scene before him, which was almost like a battlefield massacre.

Kogoro Mouri spoke in a low, slightly hoarse voice.

"So, the cause of death for these people was actually gunshot wounds, not drowning or explosions, is that right?"

The messenger standing in front of the Maori advisor, who was responsible for reporting, still had a somewhat childish face and was a little pale.

But he straightened up, quickly saluted, and then affirmed Kogoro Mouri's statement.

"Report to the advisor! The initial analysis by the analysis lab indicates that the fatal wounds on these bodies were all close-range gunshot wounds."

"Based on the condition of the submarine wreckage, we speculate that a fierce internal conflict likely occurred within the Black Organization."

Beside them, Heiji Hattori and Conan were also receiving a report.

In fact, the salvage operation began as early as this morning.

This is also why Conan, Kogoro Mouri, and Heiji Hattori "delayed" going home for two days.

All three of them had exceptionally busy schedules, just as Xiaolan had imagined, with one case after another.

……

First, there's the period from midnight on the first day until Ran and her group head to the western outskirts of Beika Town.

For Conan, this period of pursuit was thrilling, and he and Heiji Hattori were only one step away from catching Gin.

It's important to understand that, unlike the original situation where Conan and Ai Haibara would be restricted in many ways because they shrunk, this is different.

Heiji Hattori is an adult and a skilled detective. His keen insight and decisive action make their cooperation even more effective.

Therefore, after that huge crystal chandelier fell from the ceiling of the banquet hall and struck Shigehiko Tonguchi precisely, killing him instantly.

A team of police officers, played by GSSRA soldiers, immediately sealed off the banquet hall doors.

"Everyone stay still!" The lead soldier shouted to the somewhat panicked crowd, using the identity assigned to him by his superiors. "We are Japanese Public Security! We have received intelligence that someone is attempting a large-scale criminal operation at the memorial service!"

With the captain's decisive gesture, the soldiers behind him quickly dispersed, their gun barrels subtly aimed at the crowd, and a suffocating tension filled the air.

This was a backup plan that Conan and Heiji Hattori had carefully prepared after infiltrating the Beika Hotel.

At that time, Heiji Hattori changed into a waiter's uniform with a fake name tag pinned to his chest. Under the guise of "helping lost children find their parents," he subtly led Conan to search around the edge of the banquet hall.

"Heiji, I have an idea."

Conan tapped his glasses, and the entrances and exits of the banquet hall appeared as a floor plan on the lenses.

"This banquet hall provides guests with only one main entrance and one emergency exit."

“If members of the Black Organization are hiding among the guests, they won’t be able to leave once the door is closed.”

As Conan spoke, he raised his wristwatch, and a magnifying glass was firmly attached to it, with the auto-aiming mode already activated.

“I would pretend to be a lost child, or run into the emergency exit, and have a child playing an adventure game wait there.”

A confident smile curved Conan's lips, and a glint of wisdom flashed in his eyes.

"They would never have imagined that a child would be lying in ambush in such a place, if the members of the Black Organization tried to escape through the emergency exit..."

He patted his watch and didn't continue speaking.

Clearly, Conan's tranquilizer weapon can bring Gin, Vodka, and the others an extra surprise!
The plan unfolded as Conan had anticipated.

The chaos in the banquet hall reached its peak when Pisco was accurately identified by Heiji Hattori.

Because of gin and vodka, they had to go to the banquet hall for a "rescue".

After receiving Vermouth's call, Gin punched the wall hard.

"Damn it! They can't even handle this simple thing! If the authorities take Pisk away..."

Therefore, Gin's rescue method is very simple.

Accompanied by a piercing fire alarm, thick smoke billowed into the banquet hall. Then, the lights went out, and screams and coughs from the guests filled the air.

Then, a burst of gunfire came from the direction of the staff passage, and Pisco fell down along with several soldiers.

"Cover the target! Team A, immediately withdraw with the target!"

This happened unusually quickly, as if someone had been in the banquet hall the whole time, constantly tipping off the members of the black-clad organization.

"Damn it!" Conan's face darkened, and he quickly rushed towards the direction from which the gunshots came. "That organization never intended for Pisco to live!"

But Conan is not what he used to be.

The fire at Beika Restaurant spread rapidly, flames licking the walls, and thick smoke rose like a staircase from hell.

In the smoke-filled passage, Conan's small figure moved nimbly, his black suit appearing and disappearing in the dim light.

As Hattori Heiji began ordering the soldiers to enter the rescue area and seal off the hotel building, Conan had already caught up with two familiar figures in the narrow stairwell.

—It is gin and vodka.

It was on Vodka's advice that Gin chose to use the staff entrance; in fact, they now evacuate from the second floor on the west side of the hotel.

There's a back alley over there, and the wall of the alley is just big enough to reach a square window of a restaurant.

They climbed over the wall to get in.

When Conan saw the two people dressed in black hurriedly climbing up, his heart couldn't help but pound.

Even the hand that raised his arm was slightly sweaty, and then he pressed the button without hesitation.

Whoosh!
A tranquilizer dart pierced the air, aimed straight at the back of Vodka's neck.

Vodka groaned, his burly body swaying as he slowly collapsed.

"Successful!"

A flicker of excitement flashed in Conan's eyes, but then Gin's icy gaze pierced him like a knife—he had just grabbed Vodka with one hand at the first moment.

Now, he dragged Futga with one hand, holding him in front of him like a human shield.

"A child?!"

Gin snorted coldly, the cigarette dangling from his lips gleaming faintly red in the smoke, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Then, before he could even lift the Beretta, Conan's tranquilizer dart forced him to continue his upward retreat.

At that moment, Gin even felt that he was not facing a child, but a sharpshooter.

The "whoosh" sound of the anesthetic needle being fired precisely sealed off his every move.

Fortunately, Vodka was physically imposing enough, so Gin used the stair railing to maneuver around Conan.

This time, Gin was unusually cautious, deliberately creating the impression that he might draw his gun and shoot at any moment, or retreat along the corridor.

This forced Conan to fire several tranquilizer darts at each intersection, compelling Gin to continue climbing the stairs.

At that point, the situation turned against Conan.

Conan quickly realized this: the man with the gun was trying to run out of ammunition. "Damn it, why haven't Heiji and the others arrived yet!"

Even worse, thick smoke raged behind us, and a wave of heat hit us in the face.

Conan's breathing became more and more rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The current situation seems to suggest that he has forced the members of the black-clad organization to retreat, but in reality, he has no choice but to "follow suit".

Finally, on the rooftop, Conan and Gin had nowhere left to retreat.

Gin even led Vodka to the edge of the rooftop immediately, making a move to climb over the railing and escape.

While Conan chased after them, attempting to fire a tranquilizer dart from another tricky angle—

"not good!"

The swirling snowflakes, along with the storm, blew the fired tranquilizer darts off course.

Gin and Conan realized this at the same time.

Fortunately, the anesthetic needles were faster, and the three consecutive shots forced Gin to retreat behind Vodka once again.

Although the scene was somewhat comical, Gin, as always, used his cold voice to utter harsh words.

"Kid, I don't know how you know all this..."

Then, on the rooftop, Gin began to slowly walk away from Conan.

If he retreats just a little further, Gin is absolutely confident he'll have a chance to draw his gun.

But what if Conan continues to follow and tries to shorten the distance?
When his tranquilizer darts run out, Conan will have no chance to escape.

But before Gin could finish speaking, he saw the child in front of him leap over the chimney with lightning speed.

Conan's petite figure darted into the room like a nimble cat and disappeared from Gin's sight.

Gin's pupils contracted sharply, and he rushed to the chimney, pointed the gun down, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!boom!
The bullets echoed through the narrow chimney, and the firelight illuminated Gin's face.

Conan got injured because of his overconfidence.

Although Conan curled up his body to try to reduce the impact the moment he fell.

Moreover, upon landing, quickly crawl forward to avoid any bullets that might follow.

But the bullet still grazed his shoulder and arm, the arm with the tranquilizer watch.

"Damn it! It was just a little bit close!"

Conan didn't even care about his own wounds; his first thought was—

"I hope Heiji can catch them. I've already anesthetized one of them."

Then the flames of resentment that had been burning within him were extinguished by the intense pain from his wound. Conan gritted his teeth and scanned his surroundings.

This is actually a wine cellar.

He immediately tried to run to open the door, only to find that the wine cellar door was locked.

"Damn it, no one will be passing by here now."

Upon realizing this, Conan immediately thought that he needed to bandage his wound and disinfect it as soon as possible.

He glanced at his shoulder, where soot from the chimney mingled with the exposed tissue from his wound.

"From this perspective, it's just a bullet graze. I just need to find a high-concentration alcohol to disinfect it."

With that thought in mind, I endured the pain and dragged my injured shoulder around, searching everywhere.

The box of liquor bottles is completely unopenable with Conan's current abilities.

Fortunately, he eventually found a jar covered with a large wooden lid in a corner of the wine cellar.

"It's baijiu!"

After opening the lid and taking a look, Conan recognized that it contained a very high concentration of alcohol.

He gritted his teeth and lifted the lid, preparing to take off his suit tie to dip in the wine, when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the wine cellar.

Then came the sound of a key turning in the cellar door, which was pushed open with a loud creak.

Conan's heart tightened, and he instinctively held his breath.

Then, just as he was about to ask the waiter for help, he heard a clear, cold female voice.
"GIN, are you sure that child fell into the wine cellar connected to the chimney?"

Vermouth's voice carried a hint of mockery, her tone revealing disbelief, "You and Vodka were actually driven to this point by a child?"

"Humph."

Gin, who was carrying vodka and trying to climb down from the eaves, sounded very unwell. His trench coat was covered in snow, and his silver hair was messily plastered to his forehead.

Vermouth's words caused a cold glint to flash in Gin's eyes. "That child must be hiding. Be careful, he has a tranquilizer gun."

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, Gin's lips curled into a chilling smile. "Is there a wine cellar downstairs?"

"Then you should set a fire there and leave."

Upon hearing the code name "Gin," Conan's heart sank.

He quickly crawled into the wine jar beside him. The moment the icy liquid submerged his body, a bone-chilling cold made his teeth chatter. In fact, because of the smooth inner wall of the jar, Conan choked on a few mouthfuls of strong liquor when he went in.

Now he only felt a burning pain in his throat.

"Burn this place down? Unfortunately, I can't do that right now."

Vermouth chuckled lightly, "Don't forget who I am. I'm not carrying a gun right now."

“In any case, my identity cannot be exposed,” Vermouth said, not giving a definitive answer. “However, I will help you search around.”

Conan could even hear the woman's footsteps getting closer and closer.

But suddenly, as if something had happened, the footsteps hurriedly moved away from him.

Conan held his breath and waited for a long time. After confirming that this was not a trick by that person to lure him out, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, then pushed open the lid and used his last bit of strength to climb out of the wine vat.

"call--"

Conan gasped for breath, his soaking wet body crashing to the ground.

He felt dizzy and his vision was blurry, as if he were shrouded in a thin fog.

I don't know if it's because of excessive blood loss or because the alcohol evaporation has taken away a lot of heat, leading to hypothermia.

Worse still, the baijiu that had been swallowed was still churning in his stomach, and the burning sensation of the strong alcohol spread from the inside out.

Conan felt both hot and cold all over his body, a contradiction that tormented him.

A strange heat surged from within, like a flame igniting in the blood.

Immediately afterwards, a pain even more intense than when I was shot swept through my entire body.

Under the influence of that warm current, in this deserted wine cellar, on the cold floor, bones began to make faint cracking sounds, and muscles contracted and expanded violently beneath the skin—

His body began to stretch rapidly, and the originally tight suit began to tear, with the cuffs and trouser legs being stretched open, making a slight tearing sound.

Conan suddenly clutched his chest, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He clenched his teeth, struggling to keep himself from making a sound.

But strangely, he felt no pain in the wounds on his shoulder and arm.

Even after Conan staggered to his feet, grabbing the edge of the wine jar for support, as the pain gradually subsided, a perspective inconsistent with a child's height emerged.

He looked down at his hands—

Those were no longer a child's small hands, but the slender and powerful palms of an adult.

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted.

I've turned back!
Having firmly etched this matter in his mind, Conan—no, it should be said that Shinichi Kudo—immediately chased after them out of the wine cellar.

He still remembered that person saying she didn't have a gun!
The corridor was clearly empty when he hurriedly put on a set of work clothes and tried to chase after the banquet hall.

"Stop! Or I'll shoot!"

A squad of soldiers patrolling the corridor spotted the suspicious man.

……

The moment Shinichi Kudo was brought before Heiji Hattori, Heiji immediately covered his mouth to stop himself from shouting.

He then summoned his temporary adjutant.

"Get us a car; I have an emergency and must leave."

After the adjutant gave the order, Hattori Heiji's expression became unusually serious.

"Before that man named Gehrman arrives, we must guard the banquet hall and not let anyone in!"

Then, he dragged Kudo to the GSSRA command vehicle and turned on the buttons on several devices.

"What happened? Kudo, how did you get so big?!"

After Shinichi Kudo explained what had just happened, Heiji Hattori's surprise became even more pronounced.

"So, you got bigger just because you drank a few sips of alcohol?!"

He then calmed his excited emotions, thought for a moment, and turned to look at the somewhat dejected Kudo—

In the end, Gin, Vodka, and that woman still managed to escape.

"Don't worry, the guy named Pisco is not dead. Although we haven't captured the members you mentioned named Gin and Vodka, this is still an unprecedented development."

"But at present, Piske's identity is very important to that organization."

Hattori Heiji paused for a moment, "After all, Masuyama Kenzo is a very influential businessman, and GSSRA can find very valuable clues based on that."

With that, Hattori Heiji started the car, the low rumble of the engine breaking the momentary silence inside.

He took an encrypted tablet from the side storage compartment and handed it to Shinichi Kudo.

"Let's see on the way. We need to go to the western outskirts of Beika Town now. Sato has also made some discoveries there."

"We might be able to find a Black Organization stronghold through this."

Unfortunately, on the way to the western outskirts of Beika Town, Heiji Hattori was caught in the middle of Conan's painful groans and Heiji's tense expression.

[Shinichi Kudo] shrank like a leaky vent.

As a result, Heiji had to take Conan to a children's clothing store that was still open.

This delay, coupled with Conan's absence, resulted in the data in the abandoned pharmaceutical factory also disappearing in the raging flames.

And following the abandoned pharmaceutical factory incident, what happened next is now:
This refers to the scene where the firefight between GSSRA and the Black Organization's submarines ended at the Beika Town cargo transport port.

This is also why Ran Mouri didn't receive a reply after several phone calls.

Heiji Hattori, Conan, and Kogoro Mouri have really been rushing between film sets these past few days.

There are too many things to deal with and too many details to analyze.

They didn't even get much rest.

(End of this chapter)