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

Chapter 83 A person can die, but cannot be without life.

Startled by Mason's words, the driver immediately shifted into fifth gear, and the car sped dozens of meters away, accelerating all the way and quickly leaving the dangerous factory area.

Because their vision was obstructed, the distillery staff couldn't see what Mason was doing. Before Chianti could even raise his gun, the two cyborgs had already been riddled with brains.

At this point, they didn't care about anything else and immediately covered their still-ringing ears as they chased after them.

Upon seeing the two headless corpses, Gin was instantly paralyzed with fear.

"Damn it!"

He roared in a near-defensive outburst, "Konek!!!!"

Cohen silently examined the scene and, after seeing the scattered guns, came to a conclusion.

"I'm afraid Koenek planned this all along; it's an ambush," Cohen said. "The commotion just now has attracted the attention of people nearby. Let's retreat."

As he said, the continuous explosions and gunshots drew the attention of the factory workers. Although most of them hid, this was, after all, the world of Detective Conan, and some of the bolder ones were trying to sneak over to see what was going on.

We really can't stay any longer. Even a distillery wouldn't be so arrogant as to kill so many people in broad daylight to silence them.

However, if Mason saw this scene, he would probably regret not throwing a few landmines here before running away. Although they might not kill anyone, they could still have affected the mentality of Gin and his group.

"Retreat!" Gin gritted his teeth.

So the group ran away at lightning speed. Before getting into the car, they all hated Mason to the core, but they were helpless and could only retreat quickly before anyone saw them.

As for the corpses—this is Beika City after all. Two corpses with blown-out heads are just a minor incident. Even if they are worried about the organization's cyborg technology being leaked, they can simply wait until the police have collected the bodies and then send someone to the morgue to steal them. It's not a big problem.

And so, the group from the distillery fled even faster than they had come. Vodka was rendered immobile by a flashbang, and Chianti and Cohen were left half-deaf and shot at the same time, respectively. They were clearly unable to ride motorcycles, so Gin, the leader, had to sit in the driver's seat, while the rest of the group piled on top of each other on the back, just like their fellow Indians.

After getting on the highway, Gin took out his phone and blindly typed a text message to Karasuma Renya that read, "Konek has betrayed us." He then immediately made another call to Vermouth.

He listened to the busy tone for a long time, but Vermouth didn't answer the phone.

"Um?"

Gin frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

He arrived here after receiving an unidentified distress signal on the organization's internal communication channel. Therefore, before setting off, he assumed that a member of the organization had fallen into some kind of extreme predicament and only had time to send an unsigned distress signal, which is why he brought four cyborgs with him.

Upon arrival, they were ambushed by Koniek, and two of their precious cyborgs died in the blink of an eye. They didn't even have time to clean up the scene and could only flee in disarray. Now they can't even contact Vermouth.

"Could it be that—"

Thinking of some terrible possibility, Gin remained silent for a few seconds before dialing another number.

This time the call went through very smoothly.

"Rum," he said coldly, getting straight to the point, "lend me your new troops."

"Why?" came a puzzled voice from the other end of the phone. "What happened?"

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"It's not certain yet."

Gin clicked his tongue: "But Vermouth might have betrayed us, I need support."

"What?!"

"call----"

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Seeing that no cars were chasing them, Mason breathed a sigh of relief and put his gun away.

"Just drive to Shibuya like this." Mason waved to the trembling driver. "Drive safely, don't crash."

driver:"?"

The middle-aged man with a somewhat worrying hairline secretly glanced at Mason out of the corner of his eye, and almost screamed in fright.

Mason, without changing his expression, picked at a bullet hole in his arm a few times with his fingers, then pulled out the pistol inside.

The bullet was squeezed out, and he casually tossed it out the window without uttering a single groan. He was truly a tough guy.

Self-healing ability needs to be strengthened. Look at Logan, who was able to squeeze the bullet out of his body by simply moving his muscles after being shot, while I have to do it myself, which is a bit troublesome.

However, this was his own idea. To the driver next to him, this werewolf behavior, which even Schwager probably couldn't do, was undoubtedly very shocking.

"This...this young man—"

The driver asked tremblingly, "Who are you...?"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this, Mason slapped his thigh, nearly startling the driver so much that he jumped up on the spot.

"I've wanted to answer this question for ages!" he said, invigorated. "Remember, I'm just a passing justice officer!"

Driver: "Huh?"

The unexpected humor momentarily stunned him, but perhaps driven by his inner吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or witty remarks), he couldn't help but blurt out, "What kind of hero would steal a car with a gun?"

Mason: "?"

He blinked, a sense of déjà vu washing over him.

Indeed, when the Marvel Cinematic Universe first appeared, the homeless man who dared to rob himself despite the fierce battle with the New York police and Rhino was outside also exuded a similar aura to this driver.

It seems that New York City residents and Mihoyo residents truly share the belief that one can die, but one cannot be without life.

He shook his head, then glanced at the driver coldly and said, "Stop talking nonsense. If I tell you to drive, then drive properly."

The driver immediately became obedient.

It seems this guy's energy level is a bit low; he didn't dare to continue arguing back.

Mason clicked his tongue in disappointment, then continued to try to remove the bullet stuck in his thigh.

That being said, this situation is probably not going to work.

The two who were just shot in the head have proven that the cyborgs are definitely not isolated cases. Even if we take a conservative estimate and assume there are only a hundred cyborgs in the organization, they are still not people I can defeat, even with the Thunder God Beads.

However, based on the existing clues, there must be some connection between my mission objective and the distillery. In other words, if I want to continue to "remove the poisonous thorns", a confrontation with the distillery is probably inevitable. Although I could collect the nine divine orbs first and then use the invincible Dragon God Orb to blast the distillery to smithereens, who knows how long that would take.

Now that the brewery knows they've betrayed us, it's probably impossible for the Leisurely Operation to continue. It would be too ironic if we were to be ambushed and riddled with bullets by the brewery in an alley before we could collect all the Divine Pearls.

Or perhaps we should consider the Book of Mercenaries?

Anyway, there are still two more chances. If all else fails, we can just borrow another Super Beast from Yapool to play with. So what if the Black Organization's bio-modification technology is amazing? Do you think they can just make a cameo appearance as Dai-Shocker and create a Kamen Rider?

However, it's always a bit uncomfortable to use something with a limited number of uses. It's like when you used to play games, you'd have a big potion that could fully restore your health and mana bars, but you only had one, and you'd often finish the game without ever using it. The Mercenary's Book, which only has two uses left, is like your real trump card. It's really painful to use it up carelessly, unless you can get an authentic copy someday.

After all, according to Black Stone Xia Yu, the genuine Mercenary Book probably has no limit on the number of uses.

Wait a minute.

Speaking of usage times, do you have an incredibly powerful item that not only has no limit but can also be freely distributed?

In an instant, a wicked thought surged into his mind, and Mason almost let out a sinister laugh.

That thing might not work well in the Marvel universe, but it can't possibly fail in the Detective Conan universe, right?

A winery, huh? Cyborgs, huh? You'll know you're wrong when I bring down Sadako!

I want to see if Karasuma Renya will be so terrified that he'll pull down his flag when attacked by the cyber yin-yang people!

At Professor Agasa's house, Yukiko Kudo stared at Vermouth and said expressionlessly, "Not answering your colleague's calls, doesn't that clearly mean you have something to hide?"

"Yukiko, you know, even I have some professional ethics."

Vermouth said calmly, "Being tortured into revealing information and actively cooperating with you to deceive your former colleagues are two completely different things. I don't think I need to elaborate on that."

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Yukiko Kudo slowly typed a question mark: "Should I repeat what you just said?"

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"What, do you really want me to tell you the truth?" Vermouth sneered. "You don't actually think I'll cooperate with you, do you?"

"you!"

Now, Yukiko Kudo was furious.

But there was nothing they could do. After all, they knew very little about the Black Organization. Even if they could use a voice impersonation to answer the phone as Vermouth, if Gin used a code word for them to use, they would be exposed immediately. Rather than that, it was better to just not answer the phone and at least buy some time.

Just then, Conan's phone rang.

After the call connected, Mason's voice came through: "Yo, great detective, I have bad news and good news. Which do you want to hear first?"

Conan squinted and said, "Gin noticed your problem, didn't he?"

"Huh? You guys are pretty perceptive." Mason chuckled. "Since you already know the bad news, let's talk about the good news. If we send people to the vicinity of that safe house from yesterday right now, we can recover something quite interesting. Consider it a gift from me. But remember to send plenty of people, otherwise, I won't be responsible if anything goes wrong."

After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively.

"wait----"

Before Conan could even try to stop them, it was all over.

He sighed helplessly and said to the others who were listening on speakerphone, "That's what he said."

"I'll make the arrangements." Kudo Yusaku frowned and sighed. "I'll contact the Public Security Bureau and ask them to send more people over. You should go to Okinawa with Professor Agasa and Ms. Haibara for now. The situation isn't exactly safe right now."

"No."

Conan shook his head and said solemnly, "I can't leave at a time like this."

Upon hearing this, Yukiko Kudo immediately glared at him: "Shin-chan, this is no joke."

"That's right, godson." Vermouth said with a forced smile, "You'd better listen to your parents' advice. With your small frame, playing detective games is fine, but real battles are not something you can get involved in."

"Of course I understand that."

Conan suddenly smiled: "However—I have another plan."

"You have another plan?" Kudo Yusaku was taken aback. "Tell me about it."

"Dad, please don't underestimate my network of connections."

For some unknown reason, Conan suddenly revealed a crooked, dragon-king-like smile. Then, he unlocked his phone, found a contact in the contacts, and used the bowtie to bring up Shinichi Kudo's voice. After the call connected, he said directly, "Sonoko, it's me."

"Kudo?" A curious voice came from the other end of the phone. "Hey, you actually thought of contacting me first? That's like the sun rising in the west."

"—Our relationship isn't that bad, is it?"

"Ha, who knows?"

Sonoko Suzuki, the young lady who is probably the richest in Japan in terms of gold content, let out a tasteless laugh: "Wait a minute, I'll call Ran over right away."

"Wait!" Conan exclaimed immediately, "Ran can't know about this!"

"Hmm?" Sonoko Suzuki's voice was even more puzzled. "So what are you planning to do—you didn't play the King's Game with your friends and get ordered to randomly confess to someone, and now it's my turn, right? Hehe, then I'll definitely have to tell Ran on you."

"What are you thinking?" Conan rolled his eyes. "I'm looking for you with something important—please send me Kyogoku-senpai's contact information."

"Makoto?" Sonoko Suzuki exclaimed in surprise, "You're going to confess to him?!"

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"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you." Sonoko Suzuki laughed heartily. "Although I don't know what you're planning, I'll keep it a secret for you, and I'll send you Makoto's contact information right away."

Then, the call ended, and a few seconds later, Sonoko Suzuki sent a text message with her phone number and email address.

Although she usually acts like Kogoro Mouri's own daughter, Sonoko Suzuki and Shinichi Kudo are childhood friends, and you can tell from her tone whether she's serious or not.

"very good."

Looking at the phone number that directly connected to the pinnacle of martial arts in this world, Conan smiled slightly, then turned around and said, "Dad, now you don't have to worry about my safety, right?"

"A child of the Kyogoku family?"

Yusaku Kudo nodded: "Indeed, if it were him, even if a whole squad of gunmen stood in your way, he could guarantee your safety."

"That's right," Conan said. "We can't let any major power know about my situation and Ai's, otherwise, the trouble we'll face will probably be even greater than if the entire Black Organization were to be mobilized."

"Ha, I thought you weren't aware of that." Vermouth narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly. "In that case, I also have a proposal."

As the sun was setting, Mason arrived in Shibuya.

He gave the unfortunate driver some extra money as compensation for lost wages, then threatened him with the phrase "If word gets out, you'll lose your household registration," before letting him leave.

Coming to Shibuya wasn't for fun, of course; he came prepared. According to his diary, Koenek had a secret hideout in an apartment in Shibuya, where he had stored some of the cash and other valuables he'd accumulated during his past as an assassin in a safe, totaling roughly several hundred thousand dollars.

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Rather than waiting for the distillery to investigate and raid our property, it's better to strike first.

With this in mind, Mason took a taxi to the apartment, took all the valuables inside, and then quickly left. After buying a set of corporate attire (suit and briefcase) on the street, he went to another corner of the city and opened a short-stay room that did not require identification, and began his second job.

— Organize your backpack.

After all, stack storage isn't like the convenient tools in fantasy novels where you can just pull out whatever you want. The order is very important. Things like the Mercenary's Book and the cursed videotapes that you might need at any time are stuffed in the deepest part and have to be rearranged.

After considering several options, Mason stored heavy firepower such as rocket launchers and shotguns on the outside, while lighter items such as submachine guns, pistols, and grenades were stored deep inside. He also wore a Kevlar body armor under his suit jacket, and had some pistols, daggers, and magazines clipped to his belt. He kept the Mercenary's Book and the cursed videotape close to his body, and hung the air gun on a plastic rope bracelet for easy access.

After indulging in his hoarding activities, Mason, seeing that it was getting late, left the hotel, hailed a taxi, and headed towards a stadium.

This was his third objective.

However, since there was still some time before reaching his destination, he took out his phone and used Google Maps to investigate all the locations marked on Koizumi Akako's map.

During this process, he also took the Book of Mercenaries into his hand and sent his spirit into the inter-universe platform that was said to be made from the corpses of the God Space.

Whether you buy anything or not is another matter, just browsing around and satisfying your cravings is fine too.