Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 792 Your Ideas Are Dangerous

A Porsche 356A sped along the highway.

Gin was resting with his eyes closed in the car.

Vodka swayed to the rhythm of the music playing on the car radio, looking quite content.

Although Dongtian Investment ran into trouble, the problem wasn't actually that big. It was just a front company, with all the funds in overseas accounts. Apart from losing an outsider, there wasn't much to be distressed about.

Just then, Vodka's phone rang, the screen lit up, and a notification appeared that there was a new text message.

The experienced driver opened his text message while driving to check its contents.

Soon, Vodka's mouth opened into an "O" shape.

"what happened?"

The situation with vodka caught Gin's attention.

"Dongtian's driver seems to have appeared near the temporary base. Eyes around have spotted him, and there are other people with him."

"who is it."

The person who can elicit that kind of expression from vodka is no ordinary person.

"Akai Shuichi!"

When the familiar yet loathed name entered his ears, Gin's previously calm heart was instantly thrown into turmoil.

A feeling of disgust welled up inside me, my stomach churned, and my hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

"It's still Okuho Town. They appeared here last time too." Conan analyzed, looking at the surrounding scenery.

“That’s right, but the Black Organization’s base in Okuho Town was destroyed by Princess Thorn last time.”

"That Thorn Princess is too amazing."

Conan's eyes lit up when he talked about the Thorn Princess.

I heard from Professor Agasa that he's a notorious assassin on the dark web, and he specializes in killing bad guys.

If he could accept his own conversion, reform his ways, and only send people to prison, with that kind of power, why would he need Xia Chuan or the FBI? He could sweep them all away by himself.

"Hey, wake up, what are you daydreaming about?"

Shuichi Akai tapped Conan on the head: "It seems like we're being watched."

Looking into Shuichi Akai's calm eyes, Conan asked with some disbelief, "Targeting you?"

"Ah."

Shuichi Akai nodded silently, took a sip of his coffee, and said with his head down, "Don't look. There should be Black Organization sentries around. I felt their gazes several times just now."

Conan gave a soft "hmm," and said, "It must be the driver who caught their attention. We got a little too excited. If Higashida's driver was also here, it means those sentries knew him."

"But this shouldn't be the case," Conan muttered to himself.

"What do you mean?"

"If they discovered it, why didn't they do anything about it?"

Shuichi Akai was also taken aback.

Having spent a considerable amount of time at the distillery, I have a certain understanding of Gin. If I were to discover one of my drivers here, I would definitely take him away immediately, rather than letting him sit here quietly drinking coffee.

Looking back at the driver, he was sitting next to me, trembling with fear.
When I first entered the coffee shop, I didn't really try to hide it, so I guess they already noticed something was wrong.

“I’ll call Judy.”

This situation likely occurs because Gin is not present.

Wherever Gin goes, just to be safe, we should ask Jodie about her situation.

The phone remained busy for a long time until the other end announced that the call could not be connected.
"Something's happened," Shuichi Akai's face darkened.

At times like these, the most important thing is to maintain smooth communication; if you can't get through on the phone, that's rather intriguing.

"Then what do we do now?"

"It seems we don't have time to observe any longer, we have no choice but to force our way in! Regardless of what's going on with Jodie, we can now confirm that Gin is probably not at the base. Let's go in and take a look while he's away."

Shuichi Akai's thoughts are completely in line with Conan's.

Conan nodded in satisfaction; he liked this kind of teammate the most.

Shuichi Akai's judgment was correct, because Gin and Vodka were not around, and even if these peripheral members saw Shuichi Akai, none of them dared to make a move.

The viewpoint shifted to one of the hidden outposts, where two members of the distillery's outer perimeter stood in a second-floor room of a residential building, observing the direction of the coffee shop through binoculars.

Their angle was perfect for seeing Shuichi Akai's position.

However, Shuichi Akai is no longer where he was; only the little boy who used to sit opposite him remains.

"Hey, how long has Shuichi Akai been in the bathroom?"

The people keeping watch had never been in contact with Shuichi Akai, but as the brewery's biggest enemy, these peripheral members had seen photos of Natsukawa, Shuichi Akai, and others.

As a major enemy of the organization, spending nearly ten minutes in the toilet is something that should raise alarm.

"It has been a long time, which is a bit strange."

"Should we go over and check it out? Something's not right."

"Our brother won't be back for at least another half hour. Vodka told us not to move around during this time. We should just listen to him and keep watch. Maybe that will make us safer."

“That makes sense, but this is a good opportunity to make a name for ourselves. If we take down Shuichi Akai, we might have a chance to become a codename member. Besides the driver, he also has a child with him. I think that's a potential breakthrough.”

"You mean, while Shuichi Akai is in the restroom, we go up there and kidnap that kid to take him hostage?"

"Yeah, I heard that Shuichi Akai's identity was discovered because a kind-hearted person in the FBI exposed their existence. Shuichi Akai must be that kind of person too."

Another peripheral member shook his head: "It's still not a good idea. After all, that's Shuichi Akai. We're definitely no match for him. What if we happen to run into him? We're doomed."

"He's right, your idea is dangerous."

The voice came from behind, and the two peripheral members who were keeping watch immediately felt like they were being pricked by needles. The burning gaze made them feel cold inside.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his head-turning movement appeared stiff and awkward.

Looking back, Shuichi Akai, wearing a casual jacket, was standing behind them at some point.

Where are the guys downstairs? How did they get them to come up?
Both of them shared this thought at that moment.

Without any sound or feedback, they entered so easily, like a ghost. Anyone would be terrified and uneasy in their place.

At this moment, their conversation just now seemed like that of clowns.

Perhaps from the moment they started talking, the other person was already standing behind them, watching them make a fool of themselves.

“I told you, it’s not appropriate,” one of the peripheral members said with a wry smile.

Even though he knew the outcome, he still reached into his pocket, as if to draw a gun.

The other person did the same thing.

Unfortunately, their every move was under the watchful eye of Shuichi Akai, giving them no chance to draw their guns.

The moment he reached into his robes, red and white matter floated out of the heads of the two members of the distillery's outer perimeter, and they collapsed to the ground dead.

Shuichi Akai calmly sheathed his gun, didn't give it another glance, and turned to leave.

He had just taken care of the other sentry, so the base the driver mentioned should be deserted now.

(End of this chapter)