I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Accompanied by the sound of tuning due to electromagnetic interference.

Kazami Yuya looked at the communicator next to him with some surprise. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to what was happening to him before picking up the communicator, going to a quiet corner where no one was paying attention, and pressing the answer button.

The voice coming from the communicator was one that Kazami Yuya knew all too well.

This is Rei Furuya's voice.

"Kazami, can you hear me?"

Rei Furuya said in a low voice,

"I am now suspected by the Black Organization of being an undercover agent sent by the Japanese Public Security Bureau because I intercepted the Black Organization members at the headquarters building to steal the list of moles. My movements are restricted and I am unable to meet with you in person."

"However, that's not what I want you to know."

"Did you notice? The Black Organization is hunting down a brown-haired woman who may be wearing a white coat. She is about eighteen years old and is a defector codenamed member of the Black Organization."

"I need you to keep a close eye on that woman's whereabouts. I will try to get away as quickly as possible. After we meet again, please come with me to rescue her."

Kazami Yu couldn't help but ask,

"Why? Is that woman really that valuable?"

"Just a codename member? Admittedly, codename members are valuable, but it's not worth risking being exposed or even killed by the Black Organization, is it?"

He now has some doubts.

Perhaps the person he is contacting now is not Rei Furuya, because Rei Furuya is not such a good person, and it is impossible for him to risk his life to save a defector codenamed member of the Black Organization.

However, the next moment, Rei Furuya's words filled Yuya Kazami with awe.

"That woman's parents were high-ranking members of the Black Organization, and now they've been used and discarded by them."

"I can tell you definitively that the woman with tea-colored hair has a lot of inside information about the Black Organization. As long as we can control her, we can save a lot of time, manpower, and resources."

"It would be worth it for me to die in order to achieve this goal, just like Jingguang."

Didn't I say something like that to you before?

Kazami Yuya and Furuya Rei simultaneously recited that phrase in their hearts.

My love is this country.

Although Rei Furuya's tone seemed a little strange, it didn't matter; that sentence was enough to prove that the person on the other end was indeed Rei Furuya. Therefore, Yuya Kazami spoke without hesitation.

"I understand, Furuya. Leave the rest to me."

"We will remember your contributions and sacrifices."

At this moment, Shirley, wearing a white lab coat, was leaning against the wall.

She turned her head to look at the mysterious silver-haired man, who was still wearing a black coat as always, and sighed softly. Gin, on the other hand, was still reciting the lines he had prepared beforehand, as always.

"Look, isn't it beautiful?"

"The white snowflakes falling in the darkness are stained with crimson blood..."

Shirley said expressionlessly.

"Are you done talking? There's no one else here."

"Save the lines you prepared for Sherry for the real Sherry."

Seriously, Gin, you're talking a bit weird these days.

She reached out and removed her disguise mask.

Vermouth's true colors were immediately revealed. She stared at Gin for a moment, while Gin switched off the safety on his pistol, put it back in his pocket, and said without any embarrassment,

"This was just a rehearsal for me."

"Then Shirley will experience the feeling of being on the verge of death right in front of me. This is the fate that a defector deserves. Where are you going next?"

Gin lit a cigarette and asked.

He and Vermouth fabricated the story that "Sherry was being hunted down" at an internal organization meeting the previous night. After confirming that Bourbon Whiskey was still at the temporary headquarters, he left the temporary headquarters and went to Vermouth to perform.

As for Kiel, he should have already found vodka and learned about the relevant matters by now.

Next, he will return to the temporary headquarters to check the condition of his weapons.

But Vermouth?

He wasn't sure; Vermouth hadn't been seen all day, only showing up at the agreed time to impersonate Sherry and play a battle royale game.

"Next, I need to go to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

"Because the real identity of Rye Whiskey is FBI investigator Shuichi Akai, under normal circumstances, he shouldn't be inside the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. So, I need to go in and investigate what's going on."

Vermouth said calmly.

The next moment, Gin frowned and asked,

“I understand. But more than that, I want to know something else.”

"Why do you keep helping bourbon whiskey?"

Chapter 469 The Black Organization Infiltrates the Female Investigator

You actually asked me this question?

A hint of surprise flashed in Vermouth's eyes.

However, the look of surprise only lasted for a short time before disappearing, because Vermouth knew very well that it was normal for Gin to realize this after discovering her bias towards bourbon whiskey twice in a row.

Therefore, Vermouth simply walked up to Gin, and under Gin's disapproving gaze, leaned close to his ear and whispered,

"Do you really want to know? This is a secret."

"If you really want to know, then I'll tell you that Bourbon Whiskey knows a secret about me and that person. In exchange for that, I've formed a strategic alliance with Bourbon Whiskey."

“If he dies, my secret with that man will be exposed, which will be very disadvantageous.”

Gin's eyes narrowed slightly.

A murderous intent quietly grew within him. He finally understood why Vermouth favored bourbon whiskey, but he also realized the danger posed by bourbon.

Whether or not Bourbon Whiskey was a mole, he should die.

Only the dead can keep secrets. Unless Bourbon Whiskey has some other way to make him give up his murderous intent, he dares to say that Bourbon Whiskey's death will be on the same day as Rye Whiskey's death.

Gin said in a low voice,

"If that's the case, then as long as we cut off the channels through which bourbon whiskey is leaked, bourbon whiskey will die, right?"

"Now that you're willing to tell me this, it seems you've decided to get rid of Bourbon Whiskey. However, your purpose in coming back shouldn't be to kill Bourbon Whiskey... What exactly is your purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth simply said softly,

"Curaçao, of course."

Curaçao?

Gin didn't have a deep impression of Curaçao because Curaçao's promotion speed was too fast.

Despite being just an ordinary codename member, Vermouth inexplicably wanted to kill Curaçao. However, Curaçao not only survived but also inexplicably caught the eye of Rum, instantly rising through the ranks to become Rum's right-hand man.

Although he didn't have a good impression of Curaçao, he didn't intend to kill him.

No matter what, this guy is loyal to the organization and has no grudge against him. It's already a big favor that he didn't tell Curaçao that Vermouth wanted to kill her. Does Vermouth think he would help kill Curaçao?

Gin's gaze fell on Vermouth.

He glanced at Vermouth's outstretched hand, frowned, then pushed her away. He turned to look at the sky, which was gradually turning to night, and said...

"I won't stand in your way when you deal with Curaçao, but I won't help you deal with Curaçao either."

"If it was that person's order, then I couldn't have participated in the assassination of Curaçao until that person's order appeared on my phone. Vermouth, you'd better be more discreet too."

"That lord's affection for you is not boundless."

Having said all he wanted to say, Gin turned and left.

Vermouth was somewhat surprised that Gin didn't intend to help. She had thought Gin would definitely be willing to help deal with Rum, but now it seemed that Gin's awareness needed improvement.

The relationship between rum and that man is deteriorating.

Eliminating Rum's men now would undoubtedly pave the way for that person's plan, but unfortunately she can't say it outright. However, she can deal with Curaçao on her own without Gin's help.

Long before Curaçao became the rum assistant, he had almost died at her hands.

It's just a matter of starting over.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

It's the most mysterious place in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, but for highly skilled individuals, it's just like a public toilet—they can come and go as they please.

This applies to both offline and online platforms.

Vermouth simply changed into a police uniform and a woman's face to blend in.

To be honest, she was quite surprised by the laxity of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and the Japanese Public Security Bureau. After all, she had just been infiltrated by Curaçao in disguise, and the fact that they didn't take any precautions at all was really absurd.

Within the police system, officers in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department have always been considered inferior to officers in other local headquarters.

Because most of the officers in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department come from wealthy families, they are naturally less driven. Coupled with their remarkably low crime-solving rate when there is no detective interference, the officers in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department are naturally considered inferior.

But the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is different.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's public security personnel are among the most outstanding in Japan. If even the public security personnel here are like this, it's hard to imagine what public security personnel in other regions of Japan would be like.

Vermouth lowered the brim of her hat.

She brushed past Kazami Yuya and his group, heading straight for the upper echelons of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Her plan was to find a high-ranking officer and use their computer to access the database to check relevant information.

When Vermouth went up the stairs.

Kazami Yuya then seemed to realize something and turned to look in the direction where Vermouth had just been.