The Black Detective of the Detective Conan World

Even Conan, who was still grappling with several doubts, eventually had to give up thinking and go to sleep.

Not long after Naoto Hayashi lay down, the monitoring spider sent him a message.

A black sedan went up the mountain.

Although it wasn't a Porsche 356A, there was definitely Gin and Vodka dressed in all black inside!

Obviously, Gin's car hadn't been fitted with snow tires either, so he had to change vehicles to go up the mountain.

Naoto Hayashi admired him greatly.

Who would have thought that the person the Black Organization sent to make this deal was actually Gin, one of their operatives?

You're such a workaholic, raising funds for the organization so late at night!

Don't you guys need to sleep?

Soon the black sedan arrived near Professor Dashan's villa.

The perceptive Gin immediately sensed that something seemed to have happened.

He smoked a cigarette, took out his binoculars to observe the villa, and fell silent upon noticing the broken windows and the rooms cordoned off with yellow caution tape.

"Vodka, find out what happened."

"Okay, big brother."

Vodka took out his laptop and searched for a while before exclaiming in surprise, "Brother, just now, a shark incident happened at the villa. One of Oyama's teaching assistants stabbed him to death in the villa because he was unhappy that Oyama was encroaching on his research results."

A cold glint flashed in Gin's eyes, and his murderous aura surged.

What I hate most is this kind of sudden misfortune, which is so unexpected and frustrating.

Whether Dashan is dying or not is not important; what's troublesome is losing those two hundred million in cash.

Although they originally planned to kill Da Shan after extorting 200 million in cash, and then burn down the villa to destroy the evidence.

But now the target of the extortion has gone offline ahead of schedule...

Gin took a deep drag on his cigarette and asked in a low voice, "Confirm whether the police have seized the two hundred million in cash among the evidence?"

Vodka kept his head down and continued working. He quickly replied with surprise, "No, the police only found a few hundred thousand in cash, not two hundred million."

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly.

Either Da Shan had no intention of trading with them at all and hadn't prepared 200 million in cash;

Either the 200 million in cash was stolen by someone else... Was it someone else in the villa? Or was it embezzled by the police?

Wow, whoever it is, they've got some nerve.

Suddenly he looked at the snow-covered utility poles in the distance and felt as if something flashed on them.

There was a subtle feeling of being spied on.

A sense of crisis rose in Gin's heart. He reached into his robes, grabbed the handle of his Beretta M92F, and scanned the surrounding area for possible ambushes. He decisively ordered, "Retreat!"

Vodka was startled, but he obeyed his elder brother's orders without question. Since his elder brother said to retreat, he would retreat immediately.

He immediately stepped on the gas, and the black sedan made a quick U-turn in the snow, speeding down the mountain.

On the way, Vodka asked nervously, "Brother, was it that Professor Dashan who set up the ambush?"

Gin said coldly, "It's not certain yet. He probably doesn't have the guts to fight us to the death..."

At this point, he paused slightly, recalling Moriya Teiji, who had chosen to self-destruct after being blackmailed by them.

It seems we cannot draw conclusions so easily.

Could it be that members of the Assassin's Guild have infiltrated this time as well?

The snow piled up on the roadside reflected tiny glitters under the streetlights, and Gin, glancing over it casually, seemed to catch a glimpse of silver within them…

Silver?!

Boom!

The snow exploded, and a figure suddenly rushed out!

He was a tall and muscular armored knight wearing silver metallic armor!

He seemed to have been hiding in the snow all along, and then suddenly burst out after their car passed by!

The armored knight was like a steel chariot, incredibly fast, giving Vodka no time to react before crashing into him!

Boom!

The right door of the black sedan was almost completely smashed, and Gin, the passenger, was hit hard, his forehead bleeding.

However, his eyes remained focused and sharp, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

It really was you! The armored assassin from the Assassin's Guild!

He slightly turned to the side, drew his pistol with his right hand, and fired repeatedly at the armored assassin!

Gunfire erupted, and all the bullets struck the armored assassin, but the bloodstains clinging to the armor surface surged rapidly, causing the bullets to bounce back.

However, they were all blocked by the black sedan, whose windows shattered with a series of loud crashes.

The armored knight slowed down slightly under the impact of the bullets, but once Gin stopped, he accelerated again and caught up with the black car with a clang!

He threw a punch, smashing a large hole in the car's trunk. The steel body screeched as the driver, Vodka, swerved off the serpentine road.

Vodka cried out in terror, "Big Brother!"

If that monster punches me twice more and damages the fuel tank, the car will be totaled!

Gin sneered, "Keep driving!" He reached under the seat and pulled out a Beretta M12S submachine gun!

This weapon has a 32-round magazine and is extremely powerful!

Gin cocked the gun with a click, then turned to point at the armored assassin and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

Gunfire erupted, shattering the car's rear window as bullets rained down on the armored assassin!

The bullets struck the steel armor, sparks flying, and the rebounding bullets hit the car again, riddling it with holes.

Some bullets grazed Gin's ear, but he didn't even blink, his eyes fixed on the other man.

Under the barrage of bullets, the armored assassin finally slowed down and came to a stop in the middle of the road.

Gin also stopped at this point.

The two looked at each other from a distance, as if electric sparks were colliding in the void.

Gin gave a cold smile and made a throat-slitting gesture with his left hand in front of his neck.

The armored assassin then raised his thumb and flipped it downwards.

Gin stared intently at him until Vodka rounded a bend and could no longer see him, then he finally looked away.

Vodka trembled as he said, "Big brother..."

Gin glanced over and noticed that Vodka had been shot twice in the back.

Fortunately, the bullets bounced off and weren't very powerful. Vodka just grimaced in pain, but his injuries weren't serious.

Gin's lips twitched, wanting to say "useless," but then he thought about how Vodka had been diligently driving for him and had been very obedient, so this could be considered a workplace injury...

He swallowed the words back, and said instead, "When we get to the foot of the mountain, contact the nearest organization members and ask them to send a car across..."

Before he could finish speaking, the car made a loud bang, followed by a tire blowout, and then smoke started coming from the fuel tank.

Gin: "..."

Vodka: "..."

"Big brother! Jump out of the car!" Vodka shouted, opened the car door and jumped out.

Gin pushed his car door, but it wouldn't open.

The car door was knocked down by that armored assassin.

Gin felt his blood pressure spike.

He could only reach the vodka-side door and tumbled out of the car somewhat awkwardly.

The car slid forward erratically for a while, and then a huge fire suddenly erupted.

Boom!

The two men in black stared blankly at the exploding car, falling into silence.

Chapter 102: Is there a mole within the organization who leaked our whereabouts?

The burning fire cast distorted shadows behind the two men in black.

This is a very rare occurrence for gin and vodka.

It's not that I haven't seen cars explode.

In fact, they often do this kind of thing: after killing someone to cover it up, they burn the other person's car and then turn around and leave, never looking back at the explosion.

However, seeing their own car explode was a first for both of them.

So for a while, everyone was a bit confused and not used to it.

However, it's good that the car exploded; at least everything inside was burned away, so Gin doesn't have to worry about leaving any clues.

Gin snorted and straightened up. He felt like he had twisted his ankle, but he kept his posture upright in order to maintain his composure in front of his underlings.

Vodka gritted his teeth and stood up. The two gunshot wounds in his back were still bleeding, and the pain made it hard for him to straighten up.

However, the thought of the armored assassins who had ambushed them earlier, and their inhuman appearance, made him feel a little scared.

"Big brother, that assassin... how did he know we were going to the ski resort?"

Gin took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and said in a chilling voice, "There's a mole in the organization who leaked our whereabouts."

Vodka hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Brother, aren't you always a traitor? How come there's another one?

And those who can track our whereabouts are probably all codenamed officers, right?

Could there be a high-ranking undercover agent mixed in here?

Wait, brother, you don't actually suspect me, do you?

Vodka quickly said, "Brother, you know me..."

"Shut up!" Gin said impatiently. "I wasn't talking about you."

Vodka breathed a sigh of relief and started talking about others again: "Brother, I feel that 'Bourbon' guy is very suspicious. Should we go back and check him out?"

Gin didn't speak, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his narrowed eyes, clearly indicating that he also had some doubts about this Bourbon.

Without saying much, the two trudged through the thick snow, one foot sinking deep into the mud.

Although neither of them mentioned it, they tacitly agreed not to wait for their underlings to bring the car here. Of course, they were definitely not afraid that the armored assassin would come after them.

The main concern is that someone might see a car on fire here and call the police.

Yes, I'm definitely not afraid.

After the two men in black had completely left, several golden bees suddenly flew up from beside the almost completely burned car, circled the car a few times, and then flew towards the ski villa.

Naoto Hayashi kept a close eye on the two of them the whole time.

From the moment they went up the mountain, their whereabouts were under the surveillance of Naoto Hayashi.

Afterwards, he used his armored clone to deliver a powerful blow to Gin, causing him to suffer a great loss.

When they leave, secretly puncture their tires, leak the car's fuel tank, and set the car on fire.

Lin Zhiren knew that this method wouldn't kill them; at most, it would only cause them some embarrassment and minor injuries.

That's enough.

Naoto Hayashi didn't want to kill people directly, after all, getting involved in sin would be troublesome.

Moreover, Gin and Vodka are also important characters who will have a lot of screen time later on, and many dead people will be brought to light by them.

Let Conan deal with these distillery executives himself.