Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

Gin, smoking in front of the spotlight, slowly bent over.

“Both of your names are on the spy list sent by Curaçao, Bourbon and Kiel.”

“Curaçao, Rum’s confidant…” Amuro Tooru whispered.

Rena Mizunashi, who was handcuffed beside her, nodded: "She's an expert in intelligence gathering."

"It seems you all knew about this as well."

Beside the iron post where the two were tied, Vermouth smiled with her arms crossed, saying, "The only physical distinguishing feature is that their left and right eyes are heterochromatic."

It's a well-known rumor within the organization.

Vodka, who was standing on the other side of the iron pillar separated from Vermouth, suddenly laughed.

"For the sake of our past relationship, as long as you confess honestly, I'll let you die a quick death. By the way, the other rats have already been dealt with."

"They didn't kill us but instead brought us here by kidnapping, probably because the intelligence sent by that guy named Curaçao was incomplete," Amuro Tooru said with a cold laugh.

Vodka, who had walked up to Amuro Tooru, was taken aback by his words.

“Isn’t that right?” Amuro Tooru said, looking at Gin.

Gin, puffing on his cigarette, smiled and said, "As expected of you, Bourbon."

Vermouth, who was standing to the side, walked towards Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena with her arms crossed.

"Everything went smoothly until she stole the NOCList, but she was discovered by the police, had an accident during her escape, and only half of the news got out."

"And she also lost her memory," Vodka said, shrugging.

Rena Mizunashi glared at him sharply: "Then shouldn't we find Curaçao and get the complete NOCList again!?"

Rena Mizunashi leaned forward, her handcuffed hands moving stealthily behind the iron pillar.

She quickly transferred a hair clip from her left hand to her right, calling out:

"Gin! Shouldn't we wait until we've confirmed with her whether we're spies or not before we can be sure?!"

Chapter 327 Bourbon, you die first.

Hearing Rena Mizunashi's words, Gin slowly raised his head: "That's true, but..."

Gin stood up and pointed his gun at the two men.

"Any suspicious guy gets killed, that's my approach."

Gin coldly uttered those words and spat out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth.

"Come on, it's time to judge the traitor."

As Gin spoke, he stepped on the cigarette that had fallen to his feet and stubbed it out with his toe.

"Tell the truth, and we'll give you a quick death."

Inside the speeding police car, Curaçao muttered to himself.

"I want to hold your little hand."

I could feel the touch on my hand.

"This doesn't feel right, it's completely devoid of warmth."

The girl pouted unhappily.

Lying at home, Chi Chufeng's lips curled slightly.

It seems that ordinary contact is no longer enough.

Chi Chufeng opened a spatial portal, reached out, and took Curaçao's small hand. 29.

Curaçao's eyes lit up immediately.

It really is a hand.

She touched it up and down for a while, and even reached her little hand through the space to touch it.

huh?

It's amazing, you can touch the whole person!

Curaçao's lips twitched, and her little hands began to wander.

oops?

Chi Chufeng's lips curled slightly.

How dare you touch me? Do you think I can't do it?

He also reached his hand to the other side of the portal and started groping around.

Unlike Curaçao, who simply slipped his hand inside the girl's clothes through them, Chichufeng did not.

Curaçao's eyes immediately turned into beady ones, and she pulled her two small hands back, pressing down firmly on Chi Chufeng's large hand.

He was whimpering and begging for mercy.

Kazami Yuya, sitting in the front row, pretended not to hear, his face twitching incessantly.

The police chief is driving, and you two are flirting in the back. That's incredibly arrogant.

However, he really didn't dare to interfere, and he didn't even dare to look around recklessly.

They're not like the people outside.

Only by reading Chi Chufeng's confidential files can one know his true strength.

It was a being so powerful that it seemed otherworldly.

It's already incredibly fortunate that Kazami Yu was able to take the person away so easily.

There's nothing more to say.

boom.

A gunshot rang out from a deserted dock warehouse.

"Kil!"

Rena Mizunashi, struck in the shoulder, immediately knelt down, blood dripping onto the ground and forming a pool of blood. Her hair clip also fell to the ground.

A wisp of white smoke rose from the muzzle of Gin's gun.

"Hey, what's wrong, Kiel? Keep going, didn't you want to break free of the handcuffs?"

Rena Mizunashi glanced at the wound on her shoulder and glared at Gin through gritted teeth.

She had planned to feign provocation against Gin and Vodka and then use the hairpin to break free of her handcuffs, but her plan was completely seen through.

"Gin, you've gone too far by doing this to your comrade when you were only suspicious!" Amuro Tooru said angrily.

Gin, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned.

"It's not up to you to decide who's your ally. I'll give you one last minute to see who will betray the other first. Let me see the rat's last stand."

Gin's lips curled into a sinister smile as he placed his finger on the trigger of the pistol.

"Vodka, start the countdown!"

"clear."

Vodka answered, then glanced at his watch: "59, 58..."

The countdown began, and Amuro Tooru and Rena Mizunashi, with Gin pointing a gun at them, shouted at the same time, "Do you think I'll give in to your threats?!"

"If I say she's a spy, wouldn't that be admitting I am one too? Even if I did that, you wouldn't let me off the hook!"

"That's hard to say. I'm surprisingly gentle."

Gin said coldly, pointing the gun slightly downwards at Rena Mizunashi.

"33, 32, 31... 30 seconds have passed!"

Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena remained silent, while Gin stared at them with cold, contemptuous eyes.

"Are you still planning to continue covering for each other?"

"What cover-up? I have no idea whether she is a spy or not."

After Amuro Tooru finished speaking, Mizunashi Rena also said, "Me too."

"However, I can confirm that I am not a spy."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

The two pretended to argue, but Gin remained unmoved.

"Which one is the mouse?"

As he spoke, he slowly turned the gun towards Amuro Tooru.

"19, 18, 17..."

With less than 20 seconds left on the vodka countdown, Vermouth, who had been watching the scene unfold, also grew serious.

"Gin, are you really going to make a move?"