In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 73 Where did this martial arts master come from?

Seeing Mason's action, the two of them simultaneously typed a question mark.

Dude, what's your strategy? Can't you just play by the rules? Turning corners too fast will break someone's back!

Conan gritted his teeth and took a step to follow, but Shiho Miyano subconsciously pulled him back.

Due to the size difference between the two, Conan was indeed grabbed.

"Haibara, let go."

Conan sighed and said, "You understand, right? Letting him go like this would be even more dangerous."

"I understand, but—"

"There's no other way; we have to take a gamble at a time like this."

Conan broke free from Shiho Miyano's grasp and chased after Mason, who, after letting out a deep sigh, punched the wall beside him and walked over as well.

Mason walked out of the alley, looked at the two people following behind him, stroked his chin and smiled, saying, "A wise choice."

"We had no other choice." Conan clicked his tongue. "So? Where do we go next?"

"Well—in short—"

Mason stroked his chin, then asked confidently, "Where's the nearest car rental place?"

Conan: "?"

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Mason rolled his eyes. "Do you think the organization treats you well? Gin bought that car himself, okay? People like me who do fieldwork are lucky to get a gun. We have to figure out our own transportation and everything else ourselves."

"Huh?" Conan blinked, then turned to look at Shiho Miyano. "Is that really true?"

"Come on, she's the research director in charge of important projects. How can she be compared to a beast of burden like me?" Mason shrugged. "She not only has a company car, but also a driver. Even her house is a fully furnished bungalow. She's practically a princess, okay?"

"Heh, if it were really that good, I wouldn't be handcuffed in this room waiting to die," Shiho Miyano sneered. "So what if you're a research director? You still have to work all night for a week straight when an order comes down from above. So what if you have good living conditions? You still need to have time to enjoy them."

"Looks like I misunderstood." Mason shook his head sympathetically. "Looks like you're just another working-class guy."

"Do you two really want to discuss this kind of issue?"

Hearing these seemingly ordinary but actually unsettling words, Conan's eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably: "This way to the car rental shop."

A dozen minutes later, Mason drove a Santana, bringing Conan and Shiho Miyano to the highway.

Before continuing the story, let's briefly explain the background information.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the brewery in the anime seems to only have a handful of people. In reality, as a transnational criminal organization, the brewery has more employees than some terrorist organizations in the Middle East. Especially in Japan, the hometown of the boss Karasuma Renya, various bases and safe houses are everywhere. In the Tokyo metropolitan area alone, there are dozens of companies and industries operated by brewery personnel. Their business scope spans various fields, and their main functions are profit-making and intelligence gathering. They can generate considerable profits every year, almost comparable to one-tenth of the Suzuki Group.

—Don't think that one-tenth is a small number. According to the financial report data that Mason previously checked online, the Suzuki Group's assets are basically calculated in trillions. It's like they can ride on the emperor's head and shit on him. If the brewery has one-tenth of that, it is already a remarkable business giant.

Some might think that the Karasuma Group is richer than the Suzuki Group. That's true, but a sake brewery is a sake brewery, and the Karasuma Group is the Karasuma Group. Don't confuse them.

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That's a tangent, let's get back to the main topic.

Mason is now heading to a safe house on the outskirts of Mihana City—a place used by field agents like Konek to hide and replenish equipment. It's located underground in a food factory, usually deserted, and particularly suitable for shady dealings.

"Speaking of which..."

Mason casually asked, amidst the upbeat hits blaring from the car stereo, "I'm quite curious, is it particularly exhilarating to go from being an adult to a child?"

"Huh?" Conan, sitting in the back seat, stared wide-eyed in shock. "This is so troublesome, why would you think that?"

"Sigh—it seems that someone like you who hasn't even graduated from high school can't understand the real struggles of adults."

Mason shook his head and then asked Shiho Miyano, "Let's put it this way, Sherry, isn't it especially nice not having to stay up all night to finish projects? Sigh—if it weren't for the high lethality of APTX-469, I'd want to take one and go back to my childhood, so I wouldn't be treated like livestock all the time. Do you know what it feels like to lie on a rooftop all night in winter, enduring the cold wind, just to keep an eye on a target? When things get busy, I can't even sleep for days and nights. It's a damn inhuman life."

The above content is all taken from Cognac's miserable working diary. It can only be said that no matter what kind of company it is, there will be such dreadful laborers.

"Relaxed—?" Shiho Miyano said, resting her chin on her hand. "There's a famous detective who doesn't want to reveal his name who's been urging me to research an antidote all day long. Lately, my daily routine has been basically like that of a child laborer in the Victorian era."

"?" Conan didn't know how to respond to Mason's words, which were tinged with bloodshed, but Shiho Miyano's retort did hurt him: "Is it... really that exaggerated?"

"Heh, who knows?" Shiho Miyano turned around and rolled her eyes at Conan. "I think if things continue like this, I could set up a research project for myself, titled 'What are the health effects of excessive late nights on young children?'"

"Damn it—wasn't it completely unnecessary to go this far?" Conan swallowed hard. "I'm not asking you to produce the antidote right away, I just want to turn back as soon as possible—"

"You're only bringing this up now? Too late."

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Conan immediately felt extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't think Shiho Miyano was really complaining about anything, but given her personality, she was probably using him, Ke, as a target to vent her anxiety. After all, this woman had been very sharp-tongued since the first time they met, but she had only toned it down recently.

We need to find a way to change the subject.

"Speaking of which..."

Conan turned to look at Mason and slowly said, "Itakura Suguru's software has already fallen into the organization's hands, so why—"

"I know, but these are the conditions, understand?" Mason shrugged. "Whether you go looking for a backup or infiltrate the organization to steal it, as long as you hand that thing over to me within seven days, I won't do anything unnecessary, understand?"

"this----"

After a while, Mason slowly applied the brakes and turned into the parking shed of an unnamed food factory, where he parked the car properly.

There was no other way. If he had a choice, he would like to drift and smoothly insert himself into the parking space like Amuro Tooru or Akai Shuichi, but unfortunately he didn't have the skill, so he had to stick to the rules.

"Let's go."

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Mason opened the car door and said as he got out, "We'll go inside and wait for Vermouth—but you two better stay behind me, that woman might not come alone obediently. If she tries anything underhanded, things could get messy—"

"Bang"

Before the words were even finished, a gunshot, clearly silenced by a suppressor, rang out from a corner of the parking shed.

Mason was shot right through the chest—the damned beast used a high-powered bullet; he was clearly trying to kill him.

"You see, that's pretty much it."

Mason shrugged: "Let's insert an extra game level now—if I were to do it, that guy who shot me would definitely be dead. So I'm giving you a chance: find him and take him down in three minutes. If you can't, then let me do it."

"Tsk."

Conan sensed the barely concealed anger beneath Mason's calm tone.

He was serious—if he didn't find a way out, he would definitely see a corpse next.

He clicked his tongue, then quickly jumped out of the car, adjusted his glasses on the temples, turned on the infrared function, and looked in the direction from which the gunshots came. Sure enough, he spotted a figure fleeing at high speed.

"Just get some sleep!"

Conan bent down, turned the adjuster on the side of the sneaker, and then quickly scanned his surroundings, spotting a rusty bicycle wheel.

He rushed forward, kicked out, and the wheel was deformed on the spot by the force of the kick. After drawing an arc in the air, it hit the target on the spot.

A scream came from behind a low wall, followed by the sound of a body falling to the ground.

Mason fell silent.

Regardless of how you managed to kick a broken wheel with such force, just look at the force that twisted the wheel's steel frame in an instant—can a human really withstand such immense power? Did that person really not die?

Oh, I see. It's the same operation as Batman. Whether the victim is blown away by a car or has their head smashed into the ground by a punch, as long as the killer (is convinced) that the victim is not dead, the hospital will definitely be able to save them. It is a kind of idealistic power.

Ke Xue is amazing.

After kicking the ambush soldier in the parking shed to death—no, I mean, knocking him unconscious—Conan quickly scanned the surroundings with his infrared scanner and found no other ambush soldiers. It seemed that he was safe for the time being.

"You're really quick and efficient."

Mason gave a lukewarm compliment: "Let's go, let's talk in the safe—no, now we should call it the dangerous room."

"Who is that guy??" Shiho Miyano cautiously poked her head out of the car and asked suspiciously.

"Someone sent by Vermouth, right? After all, I only told her I was coming here."

Mason said calmly, "As for the reason, this great detective should have a clue."

It's perfectly reasonable for the godmother to send people to protect her eldest son. Mason even wants to play "Only Mother is Good in the World" as an accompaniment.

"Me—?" Conan turned around, looking completely bewildered.

"Hmph, don't you think Vermouth is more like your real mother than Yukiko Kudo?" Mason joked. "I guess the former probably wouldn't be able to send an assassin to shoot me in such a short time."

"Are you kidding me!"

Conan almost jumped up to vehemently refute, but as soon as he started, he inexplicably felt a little guilty.

Although it sounds terrifying, Vermouth did indeed have several opportunities to kill him but did not, and she didn't even tell the Black Organization that she and Shiho Miyano had shrunk. In a sense, she was like a second parent to him.

In an instant, Conan, who had never thought of it this way before, couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

—What the hell? What's going on? This doesn't make sense.

Could it be that my deep friendship with my mom led me to love everything about her? That's fucking outrageous!

"Let's go, asking her in person later is also an option."

Mason, carrying his briefcase, walked towards the closed food factory like an ordinary office worker.

Knowing that this place was fraught with danger, the duo dared not be careless and followed closely behind.

After entering the factory area, Mason quickly found the entrance to the safe house according to Koenig's diary. It was very simple: by entering a password on the digital dial of the alarm phone in the elevator, he could go down to the underground floor that would not be displayed on the floor buttons.

However, just as he reached the elevator entrance, he suddenly felt an ominous wind blowing behind him.

A burly man dressed entirely in black burst out from behind a machine, gun in one hand and knife in the other. He grinned menacingly at the three and said, "Konek, don't blame me. Who told you to get in Vermouth's way?"

Who the hell is this?

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Just as Mason was about to say something, he saw the burly man decisively pull the trigger. After a burst of fire, several more bloody holes appeared in Mason's chest.

Okay, okay, is this how you play?

Mason feigned surprise, clutching his chest and staggering two steps toward the burly man, looking as if he were about to collapse and die. The man, seeing this, grinned with pleasure.

puff.

Conan raised the tranquilizer dart and expertly pressed the firing switch, shooting a needle into the man's neck.

As if a power button had been pressed, the man blinked in confusion, then collapsed to the ground without even struggling.

Mason: "?"

Right—right?

Even the strongest anesthetic needs to travel through the body via the bloodstream before it takes effect, right? What kind of stuff did you shoot?! How come it works faster than some zombie movies where the zombies turn into zombies?!

What kind of incredible thing has Dr. Agasa developed?!

However, Shiho Miyano didn't feel that anything was wrong at all.

—Could it be a problem with me? Is the human anatomy in the Detective Conan world different from what I know?

"Anesthesia needle? How gentle." Mason straightened up nonchalantly, took out a pistol from his bag, and pointed it at the man's head.

"Wait, wait! Don't kill him!"

Conan hurriedly stopped him, saying, "This is Professor Agasa's special sleeping pill. If it weren't for Uncle's constitution, someone who gets a shot of it would sleep for at least three days before waking up!"

Generally speaking, an anesthetic that can put someone to sleep for more than three days has a high probability of causing them to never wake up if used improperly—what's the difference between that and me shooting him? Anyway, even for ordinary humans, there's a very low chance of surviving a headshot, so rounding it up, it's basically the same thing.

However, Conan showed no sign of worry about this, leaving Mason at a loss for words.

"Let's go."

Mason shook his head, stepped into the elevator, entered a password, and the elevator began to descend slowly.

"It seems your godmother really values ​​you." Mason shook his head. "I've worked with Vermouth for years and I've never seen her do something like this before—humph, from that perspective, bringing you here was definitely the right choice, otherwise she probably would have someone plant a bomb and blow the entire safe house to smithereens."

"I don't want a godmother like that."

Conan gave a wry smile, while Shiho Miyano looked at him with a very complicated expression, which probably meant, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

At that moment, the elevator stopped, and the three of them immediately hid on either side of the elevator doors.

"Although you're probably not the target, it's best to be cautious."

After saying that, Mason stuck his head out to look.

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Hallucination?

He hissed, then closed his eyes, opened them again, and took one last look.

The scenery was still the same—in the center of the vast underground room, a man dressed in a karate uniform stood there imposingly, casting a disdainful glance at Mason who was sticking his head out.

What the hell is this?

Mason frowned, but since there was only one person opposite him, he didn't bother to think too much about it and simply walked out of the elevator.

"Are you Konek?"

The man, who looked to be around thirty years old, calmly said, "Sharon told me to come and kill you."

"Huh?" Mason was taken aback. "Who are you?"

It's not that I'm surprised there's a master in the safe house, the problem is—would people from the brewery operate like this? Where did this martial arts master come from?!

At the same time, a certain degree of vigilance arose in his heart. You know, the martial arts in the Conan world are actually very outrageous. Ran Mouri, the national karate champion in the girls' student group, can dodge pistol bullets and smash telephone poles with one punch. And Makoto Kyogoku is even more outrageous. Mason would believe that he could demolish a building with his bare hands.

Although I don't know what kind of person this is, it's always good to be cautious.

"Questions and answers are useless!"

The next instant, the middle-aged man roared, got into a fighting stance, and charged at Mason.

His speed was incredible; he covered a distance of more than ten meters in just a few steps. Before Mason could react, an extremely sharp jab was already swinging toward his head.

Holy crap!

If he hadn't come to the Conan world and his physical coordination hadn't been enhanced, Mason would have been 100% unable to dodge that punch. Even if he could see it, his body wouldn't have been able to keep up. But now he's different from before. With the buff of an unknown powerful being (for sure), he's no longer the weakling who would be easily defeated by Mystique.

So he suddenly turned his body aside, spun around, and dodged the middle-aged man's fist, while also creating some distance between them.

The powerful fist slammed into the cement wall, leaving a fist print at least two fingers deep.

Mason was horrified.

Is this the karate of Ke Xue? It's ridiculously absurd! Even Wolverine's strength is only this much!

After missing his target with his punch, the middle-aged man immediately turned around and kicked Mason. Shocked by the man's strength, Mason was a little too slow to dodge. He was only lightly touched on the shoulder, but he felt an overwhelming force that was hard to overcome and almost fell to the ground on the spot.

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