Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 920 Binga, the silver-tongued man

The rain was drizzling down, and the distance was less than ten meters, but Alak had no intention of slowing down at all.

As an assassin agent, he had extremely good reflexes, and at a time like this, if someone suddenly appeared, he could only blame his bad luck.

He was feeling conflicted. He glanced at Professor Agasa through the rearview mirror, pondering what he should do next.

What on earth happened with Binga? He appeared in front of him and knocked Kiel flying.

But he was there and was completely stunned.

However, it is certain that Binga's action was probably at Rum's behest.

“Curaçao is dead. Besides Binga, the only people who can be considered his swords are me and Gil. Killing her would just be asking for trouble.”

His questions went unanswered, and he couldn't ask Rum.

Although I installed anti-location software on my phone, the other party was, after all, Rum, so I gave him some face.

So, on the other hand, what should be done with this information?

Should I take it and go to Gin?

Rum's current situation is worrying him. Although he joined the organization to seek excitement, he doesn't want to be stabbed in the back by his own people.

I feel that Gin is better than Rum.

As for Vermouth, she was not within Arak's considerations. She was also living under someone else's roof, so it would be better to go directly to Gin.

Gin is probably also interested in the information he has.

He was certain that the information contained details about an organized mole, otherwise the police wouldn't be so relentlessly pursuing him.

Tokyo may seem calm on the surface, but in reality, the police patrols have increased significantly. If it weren't for the sudden rain, he might not have dared to come out and kidnap Professor Agasa.

This person is the designer of the secret code; they can definitely open it within 24 hours and obtain its contents.

Once he gets the information, he can negotiate with Gin.

Just then, the phone rang.

He looked down—it was Binga!

After thinking for a long time, Alak finally answered the phone.

"Alark, perhaps we should have a serious talk."

Arak remained silent for a while, somewhat confused about the other party's purpose.

As for phone location tracking, if it's Binga, then there's no need to worry.

“A phone call is fine. Why did Rum target Gil? Is she feigning allegiance but actually still working for Gin?”

Arak directly raised his doubts.

Although the car that hit Kiel had privacy film on, his headlights happened to shine on the windshield at that moment, and the strong light penetrated the privacy film, allowing him to see the other person—Binga!
That's why he didn't dare go back, fearing that Kiel was just the beginning and Rum would also harm him.

Binga was clearly taken aback. "I actually..."

Binga was a bit confused. He thought that Alark would think he might be an undercover police officer, which was why he rammed Kiel with his car.

But judging from his current tone, Arak seems to believe that he was given the order by Rum to run over Kiel.

"Get to the point. I don't have time to beat around the bush. If you think you can locate someone through their phone, you're dreaming. I'm not that stupid. You'd be lucky if you could locate them."

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Binga quickly organized his thoughts, finally gritting his teeth, "It was indeed Lord Rum who ordered me to run over Gil with my car, because he discovered that this guy was a triple agent. On the surface, she worked for Gin, but in reality, she worked for Lord Rum, and she was also a Red Team mole." "Red Team?"

Alak gave a cold laugh: "If she's on the Red Team, would she need to help me steal top-secret police information?"

He glanced down at the USB drive; it contained data he had personally copied, so there was no possibility that it would contain fake news if opened.

"Binga, you can't speak anymore, can you?"

"What exactly is that old bastard Rum up to?"

Arak took a deep breath, seemingly regaining some of his composure, and softened his tone: "If he can be so ruthless to Kiel today, he could be me tomorrow. And you probably won't fare much better."

"Are you really willing to continue working for this kind of person?"

Inside a phone booth.

Binga stared at the phone, unsure of what to say.

It felt like Alak was just reciting his lines.

He had also fantasized about using such words to win over Arak, but he still didn't have the guts. He never expected that Arak would be even more daring than him.

But isn't this exactly what I wanted?

Binga had only one goal: to prevent Arak from telling Rum about how he had knocked Kiel away.

The original plan was for Rum to only have him as a person he could trust, but Arak accidentally saw his face.

He was just thinking about how to lure Alark, then find an opportunity to kill him, frame the police, and then take the stolen information back with him.

The plan wasn't perfect, but there was no other way.

Now, a single phone call is all it takes to communicate.

He suddenly had another idea.

Rum has held the top spot in the European division for decades; shouldn't it be time to relinquish it?
The boss is currently unreachable, and Gin and Vermouth are completely unaware of the situation.

If he conspired with Arak to kill Rum, and then framed Arak for the crime...
“Alark, I know what you mean, which is why I called you. What you just said is exactly what I was thinking. Rum is terrifying.”

Arak didn't speak, but raised an eyebrow, indicating he didn't yet trust Binga.

This person's attitude changed so quickly that he was a little overwhelmed.

I was just trying to sow discord, but I never expected the other party to get involved themselves.
Binga continued, "I now even suspect that Curaçao was deliberately killed by Rum, and he might be betraying the boss."

"Betray the boss?" This was the first time Arak had heard such a thing.

"Yes, you know about the boss's recent situation; something must have gone wrong."

"Rum chose to confront Gin head-on at this time, probably to wear us down and Gin."

"But we're all his subordinates."

Binga sneered, "Arak, let's not talk about others, just look at yourself. Although you obey Rum, you have a lot of freedom. If you really don't want to, can Rum control you?"

"It really is."

“No,” Arak shook his head and said, “What about you and Curaçao?”

“Actually,” Binga said in a low voice, as if telling a secret, “we are all actually loyal to the organization and to the boss. Being by Rum’s side is purely on the boss’s orders. Rum doesn’t know how he found out about this. He’s pulling out the spies that the boss planted around him.”

Arak exclaimed, "Good heavens!" This news completely baffled him.

Binga smiled in the phone booth. The other party couldn't possibly confirm this with Rum, and Curaçao was already dead. So, it was up to him to decide.
(End of this chapter)