Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He had one hand in his pocket, and his face, peeking out from under the hood, was extremely indifferent.

"For the sake of that punch, you won't die today."

boom!

Gunshots rang out close to my ears!

Chianti felt his left ear instantly engulfed by a tremendous roar and tearing pain, as warm liquid mixed with broken tissue splattered onto his face.

One of her ears is gone.

Chapter 272 Who do you think you are?

Ignoring Chianti, who had completely lost the ability to move, Qingze walked up to the only person still alive on the ground and looked down at the person who had spoken so arrogantly.

The face that Chianti had trampled on was deformed. The man got up and frantically banged his forehead against the cold, sticky pool of blood, making a dull thud mixed with indistinct, desperate howls.

"I...I'm sorry...please spare me...it was my loose tongue...please forgive me...please forgive me, Lord Koniak..."

"Heh~"

Qingze let out a cold laugh and stepped on the back of the man's head.

With a stomp of his foot, the hard skull cracked open like a watermelon, and juices spilled out.

He stepped on the shattered head, his crimson eyes fixed on O'De Tang behind the bar.

O'De Tang's heart skipped a beat.

Even if he was an assassin and had killed many people.

But crushing someone's head with a stomp would be too shocking.

He quickly raised his hands, palms facing outwards, to show that his hands were empty.

Brother, I didn't say anything bad about you, I didn't participate in their conversation, and I don't intend to fight. I surrender! Spare me! Stop it!

Qingze's gaze lingered on him for a moment, as cold as a tangible blade scraping against his skin.

He then looked away, took a step, stepped over the corpses strewn all over the ground, and walked deeper into the lounge.

O'DeTang stood frozen in place, watching his retreating figure but daring not to make a move.

O'DeTang heard gunshots coming from all directions.

Ten minutes later, Qingze returned.

He was no different from before, his clothes were neat, and his steps were leisurely, except that his expensive boots were stained with large patches of dark red and black blood, leaving clear and sticky footprints on the ground.

He walked straight to the bar and his gaze fell on the forgotten photograph on the counter.

The girl's bright smile stood out starkly against the blood-stained backdrop.

Qingze's eyes darkened for a moment before he reached out and picked it up.

This is a photo of Ran Mouri in her school uniform, probably downloaded from the school's official website or somewhere else.

He stood under the spotlight overhead, the shadow of his hood falling on his face, creating a distinct dividing line.

He held the photo in his hand, a neurotic curve appearing at the corner of his mouth outside the shadows.

"How's my girlfriend? Isn't she beautiful?"

O'DeTang dared not say it was beautiful, nor dared he say it wasn't. He remained silent, pretending that he was invisible and did not exist.

Qingze did not need to answer.

He maintained that chilling smile, his tone even carrying a hint of magnanimity:

“I am a magnanimous person. You... are free to talk as you please.”

Ode Tang: "..."

Look at the corpses all around your feet before you say that!

After leaving those words, Qingze put the photo in his pocket and, just as he had come, silently disappeared into the shadows outside the door.

Having confirmed that Koniak had left, Oddon went out from behind the bar to check on the other rooms.

Dead silence. Utter dead silence.

Training rooms, meeting rooms, logistics warehouses... everywhere you look, not a single person is alive.

Everyone in the entire base except him and Chianti was dead.

It even included two codenamed members in charge of logistics.

O'De Tang gasped, startled by this ruthless approach.

He had never interacted with Koniak, nor had he ever done any missions with him; he had only heard of his deeds and legends.

Taking a cautious approach, he didn't participate in their gossip. He had no idea when Koniak had appeared or how much he had heard.

No one even noticed before Koniak deliberately exposed himself!

Fortunately, his steadiness allowed him to survive.

He secretly harbored resentment towards Gin.

Japan has such a strong codename member, one of whom can be used as many as ten. Why bring him and Fryward over?

I almost died as soon as I arrived...

His gaze fell on the corpses, his eyes filled with pity.

Do these people think that Koniak has faded into obscurity and that he will not reappear, so they don't take him seriously and talk about him so recklessly in the organization's base?

I still think that even if Koniak heard it, it wouldn't matter?

This is the consequence of foolishness.

He stroked his chin, pondering Koniak's purpose in coming here today.

This is clearly a deliberate attempt to make an example of someone.

The gossip can never be completely eradicated, but this kind of deterrent can make people clear their minds before they start gossiping.

The reason he was spared might not be because he hadn't been involved in gossip.

Koniak had emptied the entire organization's base, so he naturally wouldn't care about killing one more person.

Koniak needed a messenger, someone within the organization to know the cause of these people's deaths, which is why he survived.

Even Koniak might not know who he is.

His gaze fell on the only person in the corner who could be considered a true survivor of Koniak's clutches.

Chianti, barely breathing, cried out, "Help me, I'm dying..."

After Chianti was taken to the emergency room, the news that Koniak had killed an Al-Qaeda member spread throughout the organization, causing a huge sensation.

Those who didn't know who Koniak was were confused, only feeling that this person was ruthless and terrifying, and would surely be severely punished.

Those who knew who Koniak was finally reminded of the fear of being dominated.

The rumors that had just been circulating widely within the organization came to an abrupt halt.

No one dared to discuss this topic in public anymore; even mentioning it became taboo.

As for what punishment Koniak will receive...

"Koniak, shouldn't you give me an explanation!" Rum's voice on the phone was filled with gritted teeth.

That's an entire base! Nearly thirty people, plus two codenamed members!

They are all the backbone of the organization!

Qingze sneered, "Explanation? What kind of explanation do you want? How about I send you a few more heads? I think Binga and Bourbon's heads would be just right."

He stood on the shore in the dead of night, his hood removed, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

He twirled the lighter in his hand, the flame that had just begun to flicker was instantly covered by the cap, the crisp click of the cap opening and closing, along with the sound of waves, accompanied by his indifferent tone, into the phone.

"I've already been magnanimous by not killing everyone who's talking about it. Do you really think my affairs are something you can gossip about at will?"

"You can go and report this to the boss. If the boss wants to punish me for this, I'll gladly accept it. But you want me to give you an explanation?"

Qingze let out a soft laugh, tinged with disdain and mockery.

"When I'm in a good mood, I'll call you 'Rum,' but when I don't want to give you face, what are you anyway?"

After years of silence, he once again revealed his arrogance.

Like a lurking beast opening its resting eyes, revealing an arrogant and fierce look that scorns everything.

"Tell Gin that I look forward to seeing him again."

Chapter 273 Bourbon, staring at Ran Mouri

After hanging up the phone, Rum slammed his fist on the mahogany table, causing two cracks to appear in the hard surface.

Koniak has been arrogant before, but this time he is exceptionally arrogant.

The phrase "Who do you think you are?" in particular infuriated Rum.

He took two deep breaths and made a phone call to Bourbon.

It was already past midnight, but Amuro Tooru was still awake, reviewing reports sent by his subordinates in his secluded residence.

This is a report on the car accident that occurred on the overpass this afternoon.

Since it involved the FBI and a gunfight, it naturally attracted the attention of the Public Security Police. Kazami Yuya went to the First Investigation Division to retrieve a file and also informed Amuro Tooru of what had happened that afternoon.

The more he read the report, the more his brow furrowed.

Seeing the innocent taxi driver who had died, he slammed his fist on the table, causing the coffee cup beside him to bounce up and fall back to its original position.

"Damn the FBI! What do they take Japan for?!"

Forced to stop on elevated highway, gunfight...

They completely disregard the lives of the Japanese people.

But the Metropolitan Police Department just can't do anything about them!

Frustrated and angry.

He even started to dislike Conan, who was involved in the affair.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Yuya Kazami.

[Check whether Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko Kudo have become U.S. citizens.]

Last time, Yusaku Kudo invited him to have black tea, and Shuichi Akai was also involved in the matter of Shinichi Kudo.

Although Yusaku Kudo did not reveal Shinichi Kudo's current identity, given his observation of Conan, how could he not have discovered his true identity?

As they wished, he wrote in the organization's mission report that Shinichi Kudo had disappeared and his fate was unknown.

There are usually no problems with this report.

However, after Binga appeared and set his sights on Shinichi Kudo, this report became a fatal flaw.

Now that Binga's capture has failed, his cover-up of Shinichi Kudo has become a huge problem.

He could face investigation and elimination by the organization at any time.

Amuro Tooru picked up his coffee, took a sip, his eyes lowered, and his expression somber.

Their cooperation is based on the limited sharing of known intelligence and a shared commitment to confront the organization in the future.

But today, the FBI did not inform Binga in advance of their operation against him.

Otherwise, with an inescapable net laid, Binga would have no chance of escape.

This shattered the already fragile trust.

He understood the FBI's desire to capture Binga. Once Binga was captured, the intelligence extracted from him would belong to the FBI and wouldn't need to be shared with him.

However, understanding does not mean acceptance.

Sitting in the dark bedroom, he looked out the window and seemed to see again the figure of his friend who had died as an undercover agent many years ago.

Is his undercover career coming to an end?