Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 305 Brother Gin, save me!

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and four people emerged from the castle one after another.

Rum frowned slightly as he faced the Thorn Princess.

He recognized her immediately by her makeup; she was Princess Thorn.

Although he was wearing a mask, Gin had seen the Thorn Princess's new look after their last battle, so he was familiar with it.

But why?

He turned to look at Gin, his question clearly in his mind.

The last time Princess Thorn appeared, it was because she was commissioned by another organization. What about this time?

Also, this place was supposed to be remote, so how come it attracted assassins before the meeting even started?

What if the police come and arrest them all during tomorrow's meeting? They're so unreliable.
Keep in mind that, in addition to the boss, the heads of the three major branches have all come. If anything goes wrong, the distillery will suffer a fatal blow.

"Princess Thorn, are you preparing to officially oppose our organization?"

Gin ignored Rum and stared directly at the Thorn Princess, coldly questioning, "Last time, I could say it was because of that organization's mission, and I already let you off the hook. You've come again this time. Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

"What, is your organization very powerful?" Joel tilted his head, as if it were the first time he had heard this news.

She scratched a strand of hair at her temple in a dazed manner, a dismissive gesture that was quite unpleasant.

Gin snorted and gestured for the others to make their move.

In reality, anyone who offends the organization will not be let off the hook. As for why Princess Thorn is still safe and sound, it's mainly because she can't find the other party.

Princess Thorn's identity is kept highly secret, and she even wears a veil. How difficult it would be to find a female assassin among billions of people in the world.

Although internal analysis has determined that the Thorn Princess may be Japanese, even excluding men, there are still tens of millions of people to be involved in the work.

Of course, if the Thorn Princess were a cross-dresser, the workload would be even more strenuous.

Louis twisted his neck and arms. "I've long heard that the Thorn Princess of the Underworld kills without a trace. Today I want to see if you are as rumored as she claims."

Every assassin is very confident in their fighting ability, and Louis is no exception. Therefore, the first thing he did upon realizing that it was Princess Thorn was to test her strength.

Rum and Vermouth both took a step back.

One is good at intelligence work, and the other is good at disguise. Combat is not their forte. They know their own limitations and know that even if they team up, they can't beat the Thorn Princess. Rather than throwing their lives away, they might as well watch from the sidelines and maybe launch a sneak attack when the opportunity arises.

Gin was displeased with the behavior of his two unreliable teammates, but there was nothing he could do about it.

One was a slacker, and the other was an old man in his fifties or sixties. The two of them couldn't offer much help in terms of fighting; they could only stand by and fire their pistols to cheer him on.

After that last time, he already knew that guns were useless against the Thorn Princess, and he didn't even have the subconscious thought of drawing a gun.

Therefore, there's no hope for the two useless teammates' pistols unless they also know gunfighting.

But clearly, he is the only one in the entire organization who knows this advanced gunfighting technique.

If the online game "Dungeon Fighter Online" had a real-life version, it would be the Wandering Gun God.

The battle began with Caramello vodka firing the first shot, and Louis was the first to charge forward.

Louis strode toward Joel, his speed leaving a trail of afterimages in the darkness.

At least that's how it appears to someone who's drunk on vodka.

However, Joel dodged Louis's flying kick with even greater speed, grabbed Louis's ankle, and flung him toward Vodka.

Louis froze, not expecting the Thorn Princess to react so quickly. Caught off guard, he turned into a dirty and messy doll that the little girl disliked.

Vodka's eyes widened, he took two steps back and turned to run away, but Louis gave him no chance and hit him accurately.

Snapped--

Vodka was knocked to the ground, his wide eyes glazed over, with swirling patterns visible in them, clearly indicating he had been knocked out.

Louis was lucky; he had vodka as a cushion, and apart from a slight dizziness, he felt no other discomfort.

Without saying a word, Gin pulled out his pistol and charged forward, firing to restrict the Thorn Princess's movements.

The area in front of the castle was open, and these shots did not restrict Joel's movement. On the contrary, Joel's movement speed was so fast that his afterimages were difficult to keep up with.

Rum and Vermouth fired shots to add to the excitement, providing a background music of gunfire for Joel as he dodged and weaved.

"As expected of the assassin, the Thorn Princess."

Rum was speechless. He had only ever heard about how powerful the Thorn Princess was, but he never imagined that the real person was even more outrageous than the legend.

The organization had also tried to recruit him, but considering his strong sense of justice and fearing he might become a traitor, the boss rejected Rum's suggestion.

In retrospect, this was not a wise choice.

At least Rum felt that this choice was too conservative.

Having witnessed the opponent's combat strength, his dormant desire to recruit him rekindled.

"I remember that Princess Thorn doesn't just take on any mission. Do you think, given the organization's style of operation, we can bring her under our command?"

Vermouth suppressed her smile and glanced at Rum. She knew without a doubt what her second-in-command was up to.

She was one of the opponents when this opinion was raised last time.

"Hmph, since we can't recruit them and they've attacked the organization twice in a row, we definitely can't let them live."

Rum's single eye contracted like a venomous snake locking onto its prey, and he took two steps back and disappeared through the doorway.

The three fighters ignored Rum's fate and clashed several more times during the few seconds that Rum and Vermouth were talking.

The claim that a gun can be fired from seven steps away is completely unreliable in front of the Thorn Princess. Gin has already closed the distance to within three steps, intending to deliver a fatal blow to the Thorn Princess in the instant of the exchange.

The idea was good, and even Louis shared the same thought, starting to cooperate with Gin.

The two of them combined almost couldn't defeat the Thorn Princess. Louis learned the unethical fighting techniques from Xia Chuan and fired at the same time as Gin.

Joel held his own against two opponents, and even seemed somewhat relaxed.

Compared to the chaotic situation last time, where we had to worry about being mowed down by machine guns and attacked by rocket launchers, the situation is much better now.

The moment the two fired their guns simultaneously, the two golden cones instantly changed direction.

Clang! Clang!

The bullet missed Joel, but instead struck the golden cone.

Sparks flew everywhere, and bullets flew in all directions.

Gin and Louis's expressions changed instantly, and they retreated.

He managed to block the bullet with a golden cone just three steps away from firing. What kind of monster is that?

Gin thought the boss's research into immortality drugs was outrageous enough, but he never expected that there would be people in this world who could stop bullets within three steps!
She is a woman.

A strong killing intent emanated from Gin.

He knew that if he didn't deal with the other party today, he would never have peace of mind for the rest of his life.

But is this really possible?

Even someone who had killed countless people felt powerless in the face of Joel.

The most terrifying thing is that the Thorn Princess isn't just facing him alone; she's also facing Louis. Louis is basically his equal, except that he lacks experience and knowledge, but his fighting skills are on par with his. Even with the two of them combined, they still can't defeat the Thorn Princess. How can they possibly win?
For a moment, he had no better solution.

Perhaps only poison and a massive explosion can solve the problem of the Thorn Princess.

But this isn't the organization's base, so there's nothing like that here. All we have to offer is our pistol and our own martial arts skills.

It appears that the two are surrounding the Thorn Princess, but in reality, the Thorn Princess is surrounding the Blue Castle.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Vermouth looked around and began to look for a way to retreat.

As for meetings, as long as people are alive, they can hold meetings anywhere. There's no need to stay stuck in the Blue Castle. Even if the boss knows, he won't say anything.

"Brother, which organization hired her?!"

Vodka, who had just woken up and hadn't witnessed the fight between the three, shouted at Joel, "You're dead! You've offended our organization, so you'll die here today!"

After saying that, he picked up the pistol from the ground and formed a triangle with Louis and Gin.

Louis glanced at Vodka, wondering how such an idiot had survived this long.

Can't you tell who's stronger or weaker now?
He and Gin were almost getting completely thrashed by the other side, yet he was still saying things like that; he was afraid he wouldn't die fast enough.

"Tell me your purpose in being here, and perhaps I can spare your lives."

Joel spoke in a cold voice, looked around, and seemed to be standing on a high point overlooking the three of them.

It's obvious who's surrounding whom.
Louis shouted, "Gin, bring on the big stuff!"

Since pure force is ineffective, let's use the power of science.

If force doesn't work, use firepower!
Gin remained silent.

Did Louis really need to tell me if I could even get on?
They arrived in a hurry and didn't bring any high-powered weapons; their strongest firepower right now is just a pistol.

Oh, no!

Gin looked down at the neatly arranged bottles of vodka at his feet.

"Vodka, bringing you here was definitely the right decision!"

Vodka didn't immediately understand whether his older brother was referring to the vodka on the ground or to himself.

However, he soon found out!

Gin tiptoed, hooking a bottle of vodka onto his hand and landing it steadily.

call out--

The unopened vodka flew straight toward Joel.

boom!
The bullet left the barrel, bursting through the smoke and drawing a streak of fire in the air, its target the vodka that was about to hit Joel.

The bullet pierced the bottle, spilling vodka all over the floor, filling the air with the smell of alcohol.

Some of the wine splashed onto Joel's body, and his black dress immediately reeked of alcohol.

“(╯▽╰)It smells so good~~”

Joel was momentarily stunned. The vodka had an alcohol content of 96%, and even its smell could induce a strong intoxication.

This kind of liquor is probably only something that vodka himself can get used to drinking; for others, it's simply drinking alcohol.

Some of these alcoholic beverages even have a lower alcohol concentration than vodka.

This situation was even more pronounced in the presence of the drunkard Joel.

His face behind the veil flushed instantly, and with each breath, Joel felt a strong sense of intoxication. This ethereal feeling, combined with the current atmosphere, made Joel feel even more energetic.

Although I was mentally excited, my body swayed involuntarily from side to side.

The more Vodka looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. Wasn't this the standing pose of Mai Shiranui from The King of Fighters?
Gin had a bad feeling about him, and he felt like he had come up with a bad idea.

With things having come to this point and no other options, Gin forced himself to remain calm, pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, lit a smoking cigarette for himself before the prelude to Princess Thorn was over, and tossed one to Vermouth, who was watching the show behind him.

After lighting the lighter, he waved his hand, and the lighter flew through the air in a fiery arc before landing in front of Joel.

Vodka has absolutely no self-control when faced with flames; it bursts into flames and spreads rapidly.

"Brother is awesome!"

Vodka's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected there to be such a way. How could he not have thought of it?

The vodka had completely enveloped Princess Thorn. At this point, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn't save her life!
Louis knew Gin's purpose from the moment he lit his cigarette and had already kept his distance.

He had been too close to Princess Thorn, and quite a bit of wine had splashed on him.

"Don't get too excited yet."

Louis's eyes suddenly bulged after he finished speaking: "This is fucking possible?"

Princess Thorn crouched down and swept her leg, her black high heels drawing a semicircle on the ground. Before the flames on the ground could spread to her, she was swept away.

The vodka, carrying flames, swayed erratically in the air, spreading outwards.

Vodka watched the flames drift in, his smile vanished, his clapping hands slowed, and he looked down at his lower body.

My crotch felt cool, then hot, and a flame was gradually spreading. The coolness turned into a burning sensation in just a few seconds.

"Brother, save me!"

Vodka panicked and slapped his lower body. The slap made his legs go weak, and a soft moan made Gin and Louis cover their faces.

Vermouth covered her mouth and laughed, "Vodka's a real talent."

With such strength, I wonder if my voice will sound like an old man's tomorrow.

"Hey, there's a fountain over there."

Reminded by Vermouth, Vodka suddenly realized what was happening, jumped more than a meter high, and sprinted towards the fountain at top speed.

puff-

The pool splashed up a lot of water, and a few seconds later Vodka poked his head out with a contented look on his face.

Joel gave a soft "Eh," and muttered, "Even if you jump into the water, you can't wash away your sins. Prepare to die!"

With that, he leaped into the air, swaying like a startled rainbow, the golden cone piercing down, its target vodka's forehead.

Before he could catch his breath, Vodka plunged back into the water without a second thought.

If that were all, he would surely die, but who told him to have such a good older brother?

Gin threw another bottle of vodka, shattering it in mid-air. The exploding liquid blocked Joel's vision and her thoughts.

“(╯▽╰)It smells so good~~”

Joel became increasingly dazed, the vodka split in two, then in four, and soon even the fountain pool became blurry.

She then fell from the air, and because she was wearing high heels, she almost lost her balance and fell.

It was only then that Joel realized that the intoxication had severely clouded his mind, which would greatly increase the danger of the battle.

I'm not worried about fighting alone, but now the other side has more people and strength.
The task should be completed by now.

The employer only wanted her to cause trouble, and now she's done it, hasn't she?
(End of this chapter)