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

That's one of the top organizations in the world.

Aka Chufeng said with a smile, "Someone commissioned me to do this. Akai Shuichi is secretly investigating something in Tokyo, and he has threatened my client."

"Therefore, he must die!"

“You’re a member of the Black Organization. Killing him will not only allow you to regain the organization’s trust, but could even get you promoted.”

"And I complete the task without having to confront the FBI, which is a win-win situation."

Vermouth looked at Akagi, her eyes gleaming.

"The person who commissioned you is a woman, isn't it?"

Chi Chufeng smiled but remained silent.

Vermouth wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

She wiped away the messed-up eyeliner, started drawing it again, and then asked, "When do we start?"

"tonight."

At the same time, Judy was standing in the kitchen of the coffee shop.

Why didn't you go abroad as instructed by headquarters?

"If I report this to headquarters now, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you've defected."

Shuichi Akai remained unfazed by Judy's questioning, listlessly smoking a cigarette.

Do you think I would care about that?

"Mingmei is dead, and you're gone too. What's the point of me living alone?"

"I've done enough for the FBI. Now, I won't get involved in any other targets except the Black Organization."

"So you want me to go abroad? Hmph, don't even think about it."

Judy looked at him and pursed her lips.

"You, take on the Black Organization? In all these years, whether you were an undercover agent or in the FBI, who in the Black Organization have you ever taken down?"

Boom.

Shuichi Akai made a clanging sound with his teeth.

He bit the cigarette in half and it fell to the ground.

Judy, unfazed, continued, "So do you know how many members of the Black Organization have died in recent months?"

“Pixar, Tequila, Calvados, there are three well-known names, and there are dozens of peripheral personnel. More than a dozen of their strongholds have been destroyed.”

"These were all done by Chi Chufeng."

Shuichi Akai's face turned ashen.

However, he had to admit that Chi Chufeng was now the Black Organization's number one enemy.

Most incredibly, the Black Organization couldn't do anything about him and suffered heavy losses every time they faced him.

Even Vermouth, the organization's third-in-command, was made to disappear without a trace by him.

"So instead of doing useless things, why not use your life to do something meaningful for us?"

Judy dropped a piece of paper, which floated down in front of Shuichi Akai.

Shuichi Akai looked down and his eyes widened in surprise.

"You want to take control of Vermouth? Is that... even possible?"

His face was filled with disbelief.

Vermouth is the number three in the Black Organization, even surpassing Gin in some respects.

If they could control her, they could destroy nearly a third of the Black Organization's power.

Shuichi Akai couldn't even imagine such a thing.

If it were him, the most he would think about is killing Vermouth.

"That's the difference between you and him."

"His vision and abilities are simply beyond your reach."

Chapter 375 Don't you want to see Akemi Miyano again?

Shuichi Akai's teeth were about to break.

Looking at the plan on the paper, he felt both admiration and anger.

"This guy, he wants to kill me just by talking."

"Heh, why should I listen to him?"

"I won't do it!"

Shuichi Akai said defiantly.

Upon hearing his words, Judy couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.

As expected, Chi Chufeng was right again.

He's really amazing.

In any aspect...

Judy quickly shook her head.

"It's up to you whether you do it or not, but he asked me to pass on a message to you."

"For Onmyoji who communicate with Yin and Yang and control souls, resurrection is not impossible."

Shuichi Akai looked up, completely bewildered.

What does it mean?

Showing off skills?

Judy pursed her lips and said slowly, "Don't you want to see Akemi Miyano again?"

Evening, inside a bar at a stronghold of the criminal organization.

Gin hung up the phone, picked up the bottle on the table, and took a small sip.

An unusual light flickered in his eyes.

Vodka, who was standing next to him, asked, "Brother, who called?"

"It's Vermouth."

"What? Vermouth? She escaped?" Vodka jumped to his feet.

Gin shook his head, a chilling smile on his face that could freeze a person to death.

"No, she said she wasn't captured at all, but had been tracking Shuichi Akai ever since Calvados died."

"Tracking Shuichi Akai? Then why didn't you tell us?"

"She said the process of her being arrested by the FBI was too bizarre, and she suspected that someone in the organization had leaked information, so they only notified us today, when they were about to close in."

Gin chuckled lightly, his gaze chilling: "Perhaps, tonight, we'll be able to watch a good show."

"Vodka, tell Rum and see what he says."

In the darkness, Vermouth sat in her car.

The mobile phone emitted a "beep beep" sound.

I pressed the answer button and heard a man's voice coming from the other end.

"Vermouth, I heard you've been keeping an eye on Shuichi Akai and planning to ambush him tonight, is that true?"

"of course it's true."

After leaving Chi Chufeng's home, Vermouth transformed back into the Thousand-Faced Witch, her tone carrying a hint of arrogance.

"Rum, you still care about Shuichi Akai just as much as ever, but he's about to die."

"It's too early to say that now. I've said it before, the only one capable of killing this traitor is me!" Rum's confidence seemed even stronger.

"Heh, are you afraid I'll get ahead of you? Over the years, it seems I'm the only one who's ever hurt him."

"Hmph, the matter that happened in New York a year ago is still not clear. I want to see what the outcome will be today."

The phone hangs up.

A smile unconsciously crept onto Vermouth's lips.

She looked out the car window at the coffee shop in the distance, waiting for it to close.

A few kilometers away, a black Porsche 356A was driving towards them.

Vodka took the lighter and lit cigarettes for himself and Gin.

"Brother, there's still an hour until the agreed time. What are we doing going so early?"

"Of course, we're preparing for an ambush." ​​Gin said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke billowing around him.