Conan: I've been linked to the tech tree system.

Completely disregarding the possibility that the person might be a professional assassin hired by the Ichijo family, Tohru Tono continued walking forward as if unaware of the situation.

Although he didn't know why, he was fortunate that he had already figured out that Ichijou wouldn't simply let go of his suspicions when he saw "Starlight" and Tohru Tohru appear together—he would definitely take action to test them.

That's why he used the excuse of going to the toilet to switch identities with Kaito Kuroba, letting him pretend to be Tohru Tono who wouldn't be a target, while he chose the more dangerous identity of "Starlight".

After all, Kaito Kid's direct combat ability... clearly doesn't match the record of "Starlight" with Gin.

Indeed, Toru Tohno had reason to suspect that this seemingly glamorous Ichijo Group definitely had some unknown connection with the Black Organization.

Otherwise, there's no reason for them to be so interested in "Starlight" and even manage to get their contact information.

Chapter 94 You guys aren't very friendly

That makes things a bit interesting.

Even though the Black Organization had the false identity information they provided, the Ichijo family still inexplicably set their sights on the publicly known identity... Is there some unknown information behind this?

Or is it because they don't have a high position in the Black Organization and are not actually qualified to know their own "identity information"?

There are quite a few possibilities, and Toru Tono doesn't intend to deduce them all on his own.

I'll go ask that Misaki Ichijo, who puts on a sophisticated act but whose eyes are all cold and calculating. How can she not be punished for attacking me?

A cold glint flashed in Tohno Toru's eyes.

......

"Are we ready to move?"

Behind the low bushes, the underling dressed in night clothes asked the gang leader, who was standing motionless to the side.

He was still a novice and a little nervous about his first mission.

"No rush. Let the target move forward another ten meters or so, until it's within our easiest range to strike."

The gang leader—a professional assassin who had been in the business for many years and was said to be somewhat famous on the assassin rankings—said calmly.

Veteran killers are different; they're as steady as a mountain.

The younger brother calmed his heart, which was pounding with excitement, and secretly rubbed his hands together, his gaze fixed on the cute JK girl walking towards the back gate.

"Seriously, is the target really high school students like this? Isn't that a bit too cruel?"

The thought of how fright this young girl would be later made him feel a little sorry for her. "And isn't it a waste of our talents to call us here just to take her away?"

Hiring such a professional team is not cheap, and I certainly wouldn't pay such a high deposit just for a high school girl.

"You're still young. There are all kinds of people in this world." The boss lowered his voice and lectured the clueless junior in a senior's tone. "The person we're hired must be an old tycoon who likes young girls who haven't even left school yet."

"Money is not important to people like them—the most important thing is not to leave any evidence against them."

The gang leader proudly puffed out his chest, "Professional teams like ours were created specifically for this purpose!"

"..." The younger brother glanced at his inexplicably proud boss and felt that he was not quite the calm and handsome assassin senior he had imagined.

So, this so-called "professional team" of four assassins is actually a despicable team that professionally kidnaps defenseless girls for money.

For the first time, my younger brother expressed concern about his future.

"Alright, everyone get ready. We'll make our move once that girl walks into the center of the encirclement." The leader professionally pulled out a walkie-talkie and gave the order into the microphone.

"Yes."

"Yes."

The walkie-talkies gave fairly uniform responses.

The remaining two hid behind a tall snake plant bonsai at the other end of the road, concealing themselves quite well.

The eldest brother nodded in satisfaction, his eyes fixed on the approaching "moving money bag".

Simple yet highly rewarding tasks like this are not something you see every day.

3m, 2m, 1m...

Under the watchful eyes of at least four people, the girl hummed a song and walked forward without any precautions, until she was only half a meter away from the center of their encirclement.

The song hummed was a bit strange; it wasn't the J-POP that's popular in the JK (high school girl) community, or any kind of otaku music.

Instead, it sounded like the soundtrack of a horror movie, sending chills down your spine.

The newbie, upon hearing the familiar whistling sound, suddenly remembered that it sounded like a theme song from a movie he had seen.

Let me think... what was it called again...?

Oh, by the way, the theme song in Quentin Tarantino's "Kill Bill" is Twisted Nerve.

Lost in thought, the girl suddenly stopped, and the whistling faded into the air.

The younger brother broke out in a cold sweat, nervously guessing what she would do next.

Did they realize something was wrong and frantically make a call? Or did they just want to take out their phone to call a taxi?

Or perhaps you suddenly realize you forgot something and want to go back the way you came?

None of the wild guesses were correct.

The girl squatted down, picked up the two ends of the loose shoelaces from the sides of her red and white sneakers, and tied them into a pretty bow.

"Oh, it was just a shoelace that came undone." The younger brother breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that nothing serious had happened.

The cold night air seemed to blow straight into his eyes. He squeezed his eyes hard, trying to relieve the dryness in his eyes that hadn't blinked for a while due to tension.

The progress was going well, and the moist fluid secreted by his tear glands relieved his dry eye symptoms.

But when he opened his eyes again, the girl who was in his field of vision just a second ago had suddenly disappeared.

He stared wide-eyed to avoid misreading things due to a daze.

still none.

He turned around in a panic, wanting to confirm with his boss.

As a result, a familiar beautiful figure appeared in his field of vision first.

The girl who was just moments before completely under his thumb was now smiling and bending down to look at him.

Next to her sneakers with pretty bows, her eldest child lay peacefully on the ground.

"Gudong"

The younger brother heard himself swallowing.

"Shh." Just like a real high school girl, the girl raised her finger to make a shushing gesture.

She's so cute, she looks exactly like the beautiful class girl from my high school days.

So he subconsciously glanced at the inside of his collar, which had fallen down due to Earth's gravity.

It was pitch black; you couldn't see anything.

disappointment.

......

Tohno Toru originally planned to extract information and then send this obviously inexperienced rookie assassin out for the night, but then he noticed the gaze on Tohno Toru's eyes.

"...You have potential." He gave a thumbs-up in praise.

If he were truly a high school girl, he might have become enraged and shot this amazing person who still tried to take advantage in a critical moment, but he is, after all, a real man.

Therefore, I admire you.

Even those who aren't proponents of socialism would applaud this pure life instinct, wouldn't they?

“…No, it’s not…”

After realizing what he had done, the younger brother shook his head vigorously.

Learning from past mistakes, he "slept" in the nearby bushes; he had no intention of experiencing the comfort of a concrete surface.

At this point, there's no need to question whether they were scammed by their employer.

The information also says she's just an ordinary girl... How could a high school girl teleport?!

It's a pity that Toru Tohno hasn't designed an invention that can read human thoughts yet, otherwise he would definitely answer him, "Yes, bro, I do."

Characters like Shirai Kuroko, Akemi Homura, and Kuriyama Mirai... all know a little bit about them.

The world of Detective Conan is, after all, quite Detective Conan-esque. It's a shame that the original inhabitants have never seen real Japanese high school students.

Moreover, he didn't teleport here; he simply used a holographic invisibility bodysuit to quietly blend into the darkness.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." The girl spoke in a gentle tone, as if she were a villain.

"Tell me the employer's information, and you can leave directly."

The younger brother blinked.

Although I really wanted to stall the other party and then make a clean break, but...

"I do not know."

Chapter 95 The rooftop is the best place for secret talks

The younger brother eventually followed in the footsteps of the older brother.

After Tohno found out from him which of the people lying on the ground was the boss, he pretended to be the boss.

He searched himself and pulled out a cell phone, two walkie-talkies, a set of keys, a handgun, and a Taser.

The equipment was quite complete, but unfortunately, the skills weren't up to par.

The phone doesn't have biometric recognition; you can unlock it by swiping up.

Tohru Tohru easily found the most recent phone call record, which must have been from her employer, and then called back.

While the phone rang, I recalled the muffled groan my boss made and adjusted the voice of the [Disguise Mask], finishing just as the call connected.

"Hey."

The person who answered the phone had a hoarse, metallic voice with a Cybertronian accent, clearly using some kind of voice changer.

"An unexpected incident occurred during the mission."