He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

The sirens grew closer, but they lost all desire to act.

Since they once succumbed to violence and engaged in illegal activities, it seems only natural that they would now succumb to the iron fist of justice.

"Ah—Bang!!!"

Another loud shout from Xiaolan and a deafening explosion came through the earphones, followed by a creaking sound! The heavy safe was now creaking and twisting under its own weight.

"Alice, I suddenly realized, is it really a bad idea for us to open the safe?"

"Ah?"

Xiaolan's next side kick was suspended in mid-air, and it looked like it was about to go off, but you said forget it. What's going on here?

Ying Sheng laughed and said, "Just think of it as me getting carried away playing a puzzle game and subconsciously wanting to get to the bottom of things."

But thinking about it carefully, our goal was simply to expose the crimes here and bring the police to justice. Now we have enough evidence, don't we?

If the safe is opened, the police will likely suspect we took something, which goes against our original intentions; we weren't after the money.

Xiaolan suddenly realized: "That makes sense, I'll come down right away."

"The police are coming soon. Take the stairs, and if you're sure you can escape, jump out of the window. It's best not to be seen by them to avoid misunderstandings."

"understand!"

The data on the computer had been exported. Ying Sheng took out the USB drive, walked to the door, threw the pistol at the group of people in the corner, and closed the door.

"Goodbye, everyone."

Snapped--

Pat-pat-pat—

The pistol lay on the floor, rolling around. Some of the people in the group had their eyes light up, but none of them went forward to pick it up. Instead, they all avoided it as if they were in a hurry.

The reason was that the sound of sirens had already reached the office building.

Now you're going to pick up the gun, what are you planning to do with it?

You want to rot in jail?!

However, a minute later, they suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

Why was it a man in black who pushed open the door?

At the entrance, the burly man wore sunglasses even at night, and with his black top hat and cold smile, he didn't look like an undercover police officer at all.

It's more like another kind of existence that they are familiar with.

Yakuza!

The burly man raised his pistol, aimed it at the person at the very front of the crowd, and grinned.

"Pick up the pistol on the ground."

"!!!"

It's confirmed, it really is the Yakuza!

The man being targeted, his face filled with terror, shakily picked up the gun, and then heard:

“Shoot me.”

His hands trembled, and the pistol almost fell to the ground, but under the indescribable and overwhelming power, he finally raised his hand, trembling.

Huh-huh-huh-

calm down!

Do you remember what they said in the movie?

Three points in a straight line, keep your hand steady!

No matter what that guy on the other side is trying to do, as long as we shoot him, the situation will be turned around!

very good!

The other side hadn't moved at all and was now clearly visible in the bullseye.

It's now!

boom! ! !

Serves you right! You asked for it!

The man's mouth stretched almost to his ears, revealing a near-manic laugh. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall, washing over his face beyond recognition.

Shavings flew everywhere, bringing a slight tingling sensation to my temples.

Vodka didn't glance at the door frame that had been hit so precisely; he just smiled slightly.

"What a shame."

boom!

He pulled the trigger.

puff!

Blood and brain matter spurted out together, and the man's big smile suddenly froze as he slowly fell to the ground.

The somewhat unexpected reality caused a momentary mental freeze. Vodka waited at least three seconds before a terrified woman screamed.

If this is a normal yakuza conflict, what should be done now?

He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and turned around.

pat!

A perceptive member of the outer circle quickly came over and lit it for him.

He took a drag of the vodka and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"The police usually don't directly intervene in conflicts between yakuza groups; they only cover it up afterward. You have plenty of time. But this situation is special. Half an hour, then a brief firefight with the police, two people will die, understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

The peripheral members looked impatient, their eyes constantly stealing glances into the office.

Vodka waved his hand dismissively.

"roll."

As soon as he opened the way, several of the outer members with sinister smiles quickly darted inside.

After finishing a cigarette outside the door, Vodka casually tossed the butt aside, crushed it, ignored all the noise around him, and walked to each desk to check the computers. Finally, he stopped at the one that Ying Sheng had used before, sat down, and copied data.

After copying the documents, Vodka went to the seventh-floor office and, upon seeing the precariously fastened safe on the wall, a look of surprise finally flashed across his eyes.

"Brother, the safe is still there!"

"Heh, let's open it and take a look."

Vodka rushed forward, but despite his best efforts, he couldn't open the safe that seemed to be on its last legs. He could only report the truth to his older brother, who scolded him for being useless. Then, dejectedly, he turned on his flashlight and looked through the gap between his fingers.

"There were two large boxes, two large bundles of banknotes tied together, a stack of documents, and that was it."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communication line. "Take a close look. Are there any broken cable ties inside the box or on the ground?"

Vodka searched for a moment: "There are two cable ties on the ground, the kind used to tie money, and... an unfired bullet, and a few pearls."

"How is the quality of the pearls?"

"Um...it's quite small."

Chapter 33 Evil Always Looks Bright and Beautiful

Bullets, pearls, and banknotes with severed cable ties were all odds and ends, large enough to fit through the gaps left by the deformed safe.

Gin immediately drew a conclusion.

Shuiyue Yingsheng probably didn't have any specific intentions; he just casually vented his violence and then took some light spoils with him.

He didn't even bother to glance at the potentially more valuable wooden box and documents.

Ha, what a delusional fool he is.

"You have ten minutes left, Vodka."

call--

Gin exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I’ll pry it open, brother.”

Vodka lifted his suit jacket and took out a crowbar. Don't ask him why he carries it with him; he likes it.

"Was there someone else traveling with him this time?"

"Yes, a young girl, using karate."

"Tsk, Ran Mouri?"

“It should be her. Shuiyue Yingsheng never intended to hide it from us. He missed your calls twice, and afterwards he said he was practicing karate with her.”

Did she kill someone?

"No, at most it's just serious injury."

"So, she's just an ignorant girl being used? That guy really has a twisted sense of humor."

"Brother, the psychological analysis report that the intelligence team sent us said that this is an emotional attachment disorder derived from domestic violence PTSD. Shuiyue Yingsheng casts a wide net in nightclubs under the identity of Liu Ying, deceiving other people's feelings at will while also desperately craving love, and that's why."

"Ha, what's the conclusion? He's pathetic and pitiful?"

"The report recommends that Vermouth be sent to capture him."

Gin remained silent for a few moments, then chuckled softly.

"interesting."

Both of them were guinea pigs in drug trials, both possessing top-notch looks, superb acting skills, and adeptness at manipulating emotions.

Haha, is this some kind of allotrope?