Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Hongye's lips twitched slightly as she watched Zhengyi leave with such ease, as if he had accomplished his task.

"Ai," Momiji beckoned to Ai, "would you like to stay and keep me company?"

"No."

After Ai finished speaking, she realized her tone was too stiff, so she said in a softer voice, "If you come to Tokyo, how about I take you out to have fun?"

"Okay, how about we don't bring your brother Zhengyi?" Hongye bent down and patted Xiao Ai's head.

Without Zhengyi?

That would be best.

"Bye-Bye."

"Bye-Bye."

……

The air in Tokyo is a bit colder than in Osaka.

"Hey, Masakazu," Akemi asked after getting off the plane, "did you already know about Kensuke Achiba's plan when you were in Osaka?"

"I've... deduced part of it," Zheng Yi said.

"How did you figure that out?" Akemi asked.

“Hiroki,” Zheng Yi said casually.

Anyway, Hiroki is an incomprehensible being, so it's perfectly fine to push things onto Hiroki.

When Hiroki was mentioned, Akemi didn't ask any more questions.

"So you took advantage of their vulnerability and stole their company?" Xiao Ai asked.

"How can it be considered taking advantage of someone's misfortune? If I hadn't taken it over, Achiba Real Estate would definitely have been thrown into turmoil."

"I don't know how many workers might lose their jobs that way. I'm saving them," Zheng Yi said righteously.

Ai pouted.

You're used to saying such high-sounding things.

Ai tightened her clothes.

“Then we can spend more time in Osaka, there’s no need to rush back to Tokyo,” Ai said.

She found that she seemed happier in Osaka than in Tokyo.

Does that mean that because there's no Gin or any organized people in Osaka, there's no need to worry?

"No," Zheng Yi said. "If you just stay in Osaka all the time, won't you have to go to school or work?"

Ai pouted.

It turns out it wasn't because there were no organized people in Osaka, but because people in Osaka didn't have to go to school or work.

Back in Tokyo, I'll be oppressed by that scoundrel Shoichi again.

It's time to add some mildly toxic but non-lethal chemicals to Zheng Yi's food.

Zheng Yi patted Ai's head.

Even if it weren't for Ai's studies or to exploit her, Shoichi would still be returning to Tokyo.

While he was away from Tokyo, a righteous man appeared who wanted to punish Shoichi.

……

Due to production limitations, virtual game pods can only be issued in limited quantities, and are generally only found in the homes of conglomerates.

However, because the organization has a very good relationship with Zhengyi, the organization also possesses the game pod.

However, the organization didn't want this gaming pod for playing games; it was for training.

Within the virtual game.

Chianti, holding a sniper rifle, aimed it at the Japanese Prime Minister who was giving a speech.

Below the podium, the crowd was enthusiastic, chanting the Prime Minister's name.

Chianti's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile as she pressed her eyes against the scope of the PSG-1 sniper rifle.

Breathing froze the moment the trigger was pulled, the crosshairs steadily locking onto the figure standing on the stage.

"boom!"

Gunshots ripped through the air.

The bullet pierced the sky and precisely pierced the Prime Minister's forehead.

The fatal bullet pierced through the skull instantly, and red and white matter sprayed out along with the shattered will. The impassioned speech came to an abrupt end, and the body collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.

The people below began to scatter and flee.

"Six hundred yards, cleared." Chianti's smile faded, and he turned to Cohen, saying:
"It's your turn next."

Cohen nodded, and the in-game scene began to be reconstructed.

The target this time is still that prime minister.

However, the scene changed to the Prime Minister fishing on a boat in the lake.

The shimmering lake surface, like a shimmering mirror, significantly interfered with aiming.

Cohen lay prone behind a bunker on the shore. Through a high-powered scope, he could see the lone boat, where the usually aloof prime minister was staring intently at the buoy on the water with his back to him.

"Wind speed... negligible."

Silently reciting the correct parameters, Cohen slowly applied pressure with his index finger.

"boom--"

The gunshots sounded particularly jarring on the empty lakeside.

The bullet tore through the air and struck the Prime Minister precisely in the back of the head.

The immense impact caused the prime minister's body to shudder violently, the fishing rod slipped from his hand, and he fell headfirst into the deep lake.

A ring of blood first exploded on the lake's surface, then calm returned, leaving only the empty boat spinning on the water.

“It’s my turn now.” Chianti nodded.

Scene reconstruction, distance locked at 650 yards.

This time, the target was no longer a moving target in the lake, but the prime minister sitting in the VIP box.

At this moment, tens of thousands of spectators were cheering for the goal, their roar overwhelming all other subtle sounds.

Chianti lay prone on the rooftop of the office building across the street, piercing the muzzle of his PSG-1 through a gap in the ventilation duct.

Through the scope, she could clearly see the Prime Minister's face, holding a champagne glass and chatting and laughing with the dignitaries around him.

"It's now."

She held her breath and slowly tightened her grip.

"boom!"

The gunshot was perfectly swallowed up by the noise of the stadium.

The bullet precisely shattered a corner of the bulletproof glass in the VIP lounge.

However, the height of the fired bullet deviated.

The bullet grazed his hair, making a dull thud, and embedded itself deeply into the heavy velvet curtains behind him, leaving only a small hole from which smoke rose.

Chianti's pupils contracted sharply, and he muttered a curse under his breath.

Cohen, standing to the side, did not pause for a moment and calmly corrected the trajectory.

He pulled the trigger, and the bullet whistled out, but due to the angle, it struck the metal window frame of the private room with a sharp "clang," sending up a string of dazzling sparks.

Both of them failed.

Six hundred yards seems to be their limit.

At 660 yards, they couldn't hit even a stationary target.

"That's enough." Gin emerged from the darkness, glanced at Chianti and Cohen, and turned to leave.

"and many more!"

Chianti stopped Gin and said, "I can try again."

“No need, let’s stop here,” Gin said. “This time, the prey will be between two and three hundred yards away.”

"So you mean?" Chianti asked, looking at Gin.

"Already working."

Gin exited the game pod and immediately found the cigarettes on the table. Although smoking was allowed in the game, it was nothing like smoking in real life.

After lighting a cigarette, Gin said to Vermouth beside him:
"Why did the higher-ups order us to kill that guy?"

“Because he did something he shouldn’t have done,” Vermouth said.

Vermouth placed the photo of her fingertips on the table.

The photo shows a middle-aged man with a square face who looks very upright.

Like his appearance, he was indeed an upright person.

He criticized evil and those large, wicked corporations, which won him public favor.

Because of the death of Representative Takada, the government is holding elections for a new member of the House of Representatives, and he is one of the three candidates.

"What did he do?" Gin asked. "Run for a seat in the House of Representatives?"

“That’s right,” Vermouth said with a smile.

He offended many people, so many people retaliated against him.

But he was very skilled, and the security around him was also very good, so no one had been able to assassinate him successfully.

Now he's running for a seat in the House of Representatives, which means he's going to offend even bigger figures.

Vermouth said, "Our mission is to make him lose his bid for a seat in the House of Representatives."

"Heh." Gin let out a cold laugh.

The task is to get him to give up his candidacy for a seat in the House of Representatives?
Once a person dies, they naturally cannot run for office.

"Does anyone in the organization want to run for the House of Representatives with him?" Gin asked.

"No."

"Ok?"

Gin frowned.

If not, then what is the point of the organization preventing him from running for office?
Will you help the remaining two eliminate their competitors for free?

"Did someone appear and ask the organization to take action?" Gin asked.

“Not really.” Vermouth shook her head, her smile growing wider.

Gin asked, "Why is that?"

Vermouth picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured a glass of red wine, and handed it to Gin.

“Because his personality is so bad, his ideas offended the people in the organization,” Vermouth said.

Upon hearing that he had offended someone in the organization, a figure flashed through Gin's mind.

He took out the information on Tumen Kanghui.

The records about him are very detailed.

It is said that his sense of justice is twice that of the average person. He often makes very strong comments on violence and crime on television or in newspapers, and he is not lenient with large companies and conglomerates. He has gained a lot of support.

He has the highest approval rating among the three candidates running for House of Representatives this time.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely be the next member of the House of Representatives.

Gin's eyes narrowed.

Making extremely strong statements regarding violence and crime?
Even when it comes to large corporations and conglomerates, they show no mercy with their words.

Gin seems to already know who this guy has offended.

"Did he offend Junto?" Gin asked.

Instead of answering directly, Vermouth handed Gin several newspapers.

The newspaper contained comments by Tumen Kanghui.

He has made several inflammatory remarks against the Justice Group, and his comments on Zheng Yi himself have been quite harsh.

If it were Zheng Yi, he would probably have quite a few opinions about him.

Moreover, his campaign slogan for running for a seat in the House of Representatives is to purge the "evil" groups, including the righteous ones, if he wins the election.

By involving Zheng Yi, Tu Men Kang Hui's previously leading support rate has now become far ahead.

Seeing that this stubborn and inflexible rock had such a high approval rating, Zheng Yi certainly wouldn't remain inactive.

Gin's lips curled into a slight smile.

He was starting to reconsider killing Tumen Kanghui; he actually wanted him to successfully run for a seat in the House of Representatives and cause some trouble for Zheng Yi.

Thinking about it, Gin suddenly frowned: "Since he offended Shoichi, why did he ask us to take action?"

Vermouth shrugged and gave Gin a look, signaling him to take the initiative.

Gin said coldly, "Are you asking me to be Shoichi's dog?"

Vermouth's lips twitched; she hadn't expected Gin to react so strongly.

She suppressed her smile and said, "That's not entirely true. The organization's development in Japan also relies on Zhengyi's support."

If Shoichi encounters problems, the organization's development in Japan will also be restricted.

At the very least, the Metropolitan Police Department cannot treat your previous actions of firing at Tokyo Tower and bombing buildings as 'nothing happened'.

"The fate of Zhengyi and the organization is intertwined; they rise and fall together."

Gin was not comforted by Vermouth's words.

Help Zheng Yi eliminate the people who are causing him trouble.

No matter how nicely you speak, you're still just a dog to Zheng Yi.

Vermouth rubbed her temples: "Don't worry too much. Zheng Yi and we are one."

She knew what Gin was struggling with, so she continued, "In any case, Shoichi is not our direct superior."

We're following the boss's orders, not Zheng Yi's.

"Humph!"

Gin snorted and stopped thinking about the problem that made him feel uncomfortable.

He looked at Vermouth and said, "Doesn't Zheng Yi have his own assassins? Why make the organization do it?"

Gin had long coveted Shoichi's assassin.

A silent and stealthy method of murder.

By instigating others to commit murder, one can distance oneself from the crime, making it impossible for outsiders to detect and for the law to prosecute.

Such an assassin would never have been discovered if he hadn't been associated with Zheng Yi, whose reputation was so terrible.

Such an assassin is perfect for an organization.

Capable of killing without exposing himself or the organization, he's a perfect match for the organization.

It's a pity that such a killer was obtained by that guy Zheng Yi; it's like a pearl being tarnished.

Vermouth said, "Zhengyi said that Tumen Kanghui is a person with a strong sense of justice, and he doesn't want to kill such a person."

"What did you say?" Gin looked at Vermouth in surprise, wondering if he had misheard.

Vermouth repeated it.

This time, Gin didn't doubt his own ears, but instead suspected that Vermouth was making fun of him.

Vermouth said helplessly, "I was just as incredulous as you were when I heard that."

Who knows?

When Vermouth heard Zheng Yi say he admired Tumen Kanghui's sense of justice early in the morning, she almost thought she was still asleep.

"Although Zheng Yi doesn't consider himself particularly righteous, he maintains certain bottom lines. He has great respect for people like Tu Men Kang Hui who are full of a sense of justice and doesn't want to take his life."

"These words came directly from Zheng Yi's mouth; I didn't embellish them at all," Vermouth said.

Gin stubbed out his cigarette.

Zheng Yi really is someone who hasn't recognized his own limitations.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "So, this guy who admires a sense of justice doesn't want to kill people himself, so he entrusts the organization to do it, is that right?"

“No,” Vermouth said. “Our mission is to stop Tsuchimon Kanghui from running for a seat in the House of Representatives, not to kill him.”

Gin glanced at Vermouth and asked, "Did the boss say we can't kill him?"

Vermouth raised an eyebrow: "No."

"Then kill him." (End of Chapter)