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

Several spatial portals opened and closed at key points on the North Wheel.

Clack, boom!

Before everyone's eyes, the enormous wheel, hundreds of meters high, collapsed instantly.

It turned into a small mountain of wreckage.

The thousands of people in the aquarium, as well as the hundreds of police officers throughout the park, were all stunned.

Is this... really something a human could do?

This guy has to be at least Ultraman, right?

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Chi Chufeng, with Curaçao in his arms, stepped into the spatial gate and vanished.

"Report: We found Vermouth at the entrance of the restaurant in the park. She appears to have been strangled unconscious."

The voice on the walkie-talkie woke everyone up.

"Quick, grab her! We absolutely can't let her get away this time!"

Judy shouted excitedly.

On the shore, Gin, Vodka, Chianti, and Cohen climbed out of the water.

The four people lay on the ground, panting heavily.

"That was terrifying, that was so exciting, hahaha..."

Chianti lay on her back and let out a nervous laugh.

Suddenly, Vodka's cell phone rang.

Vodka paused for a moment, then quickly answered the phone.

After making a few "hmm" sounds, he turned to look at Gin.

"Boss, our outside agents called. Vermouth is now in the FBI's hands, and they're asking what you should do!"

"What did you say?"

Gin turned to look at Vodka, his sinister eyes narrowing, and the surrounding air seemed to grow colder.

Early in the morning, Chi Chufeng was awakened by a notification sound from his phone.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a white arm, as smooth as a lotus root, draped over my body.

Curaçao was lying in his arms.

Chi Chufeng moved the arm away from her chest, and the girl hummed twice before turning around, revealing her beautiful back.

Chi Chufeng couldn't help but smile slightly.

As expected of a professionally trained agent, his physique and skills are both perfect.

It is definitely the best partner for magicians.

He got up, picked up the phone, and raised an eyebrow when he saw the message.

Vermouth's request?

One billion?

Really a lot.

Wasn't that woman arrested?

Using the Eye of Space, Vermouth was sitting in a room at the FBI's Tokyo office, handcuffed, muttering something to herself.

Chi Chufeng listened with curiosity.

"I am Yukiko's best friend."

"I have a close relationship with Xiaolan."

"I've known for a long time that Ai Haibara is Sherry, but I never reported it..."

"If only you, Onmyoji, could rescue me, I'm willing to become your woman and gather intelligence on the organization for you..."

huh?

Is this meant for me?

Chi Chufeng listened for a while, and Vermouth kept repeating the same few sentences over and over again.

I suppose I don't know if Chi Chufeng will be able to hear this, or when he will come to hear it.

Chi Chufeng curled his lip and said using telepathic magic:

"Heh, Vermouth, you've come to the wrong person. You're the one I gave to the FBI."

Vermouth's eyes lit up when she heard the sound.

She had anticipated her current situation before last night, so she set up transfer and authorization text messages in advance.

If Chi Chufeng had escaped successfully yesterday, he wouldn't have received a request today.

"Lord Chichu, please listen to me."

Vermouth bit her lip.

"My relationship with Rum and Gin is just so-so. They might save me, but if they find they can't, they'll definitely try to kill me to cover it up."

"If I die, the Tokyo branch of the organization will definitely fall into the hands of Gin or Rum, which will not benefit you at all."

"And if I can escape, I can share all the organization's intelligence with you, and you can use my money and body as you please."

"I can even do things you're unwilling to do, and I can even get the organization to take the blame for you..."

Chi Chufeng's brows gradually relaxed as he listened.

You know what, it sounds like there are quite a few benefits.

Moreover, Vermouth is a major character in this world, so it's impossible for her to die like this.

Even if I don't intervene, she will eventually escape from the FBI.

Since that's the case, why not just take her in and get all the benefits?

Before Chi Chufeng could answer, his phone rang again.

As he read the message, a smile slowly crept onto his face.

This is interesting.

Chapter 337 Vermouth's Trump Card

In the FBI headquarters office, Judy stared at her phone, her face ashen.

"I just received intelligence that the Black Organization has mobilized a large number of people in preparation to retake Vermouth."

"Akai, contact headquarters immediately, report the situation, and request backup."

Shuichi Akai frowned slightly. "The Black Organization has too many people in Tokyo. We should send Vermouth abroad by private jet as soon as possible!"

Judy hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Okay, I'll contact the plane and the other side immediately. I'll leave the escort of Vermouth to you."

On a street with few pedestrians, a taxi was parked on the side of the road.

In a nearby alley, Calvados knocked the taxi driver unconscious, then turned and gave Gin an "OK" sign as he stood by the roadside.

Calvados had just arrived in Tokyo that morning; he had flown there overnight after hearing of Balmore's arrest on the 29th.

Gin adjusted his hat and looked away.

He was holding his phone, and Rum's deep voice came through the line.

"Times have run out, long enough has been wasted. That gentleman is very dissatisfied. The FBI is also under immense pressure. Vermouth will be secretly transported out of the country tonight at 9 PM, via..."

Gin hung up the phone and gave a cold laugh.

It seems there's an organization mole within the FBI who's in direct contact with Rum.

Gin opened the map, gave a cold laugh, and slid his finger along a street on the map.

"About two kilometers ahead on this street is a commercial area with a complex environment, making it our best choice to take over Vermouth."

"Chianti, you're a good driver. Now you drive, and we'll wait for them at the shopping street!"

"Ok."

Chianti nodded and got into the driver's seat.

Cohen sat in the passenger seat, while Calvados, Gin, and Vodka sat in the back seat.

After everyone was on board, Chianti started the car.

Looking out the window, Vodka asked with a puzzled expression, "Brother Gin, how did Vermouth end up in the hands of the FBI?"

"That goes without saying, it must have been done by Chi Chufeng."

Gin's voice was chilling, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Next, we'll figure out how to rescue Vermouth first, and then we'll figure out how to deal with that Onmyoji."