Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Gin took a drag of his cigarette, somewhat impatient with the two's banter.

"Regardless of whether the police will find out, what's done is done, so let's deal with the immediate problem first."

The immediate priority is to find Chianti as quickly as possible, either to rescue her or to get rid of her!

“Gin, you and Koniak will be in charge of this operation,” Rum said.

"He's coming?"

Gin's brows furrowed with annoyance.

He didn't want to see that guy at all.

He felt disgusted just thinking about how pretentious that guy was that day.

"What, you're not happy to see me, Gin?"

The conference room door opened, and Qingze leaned lazily against the door frame with his arms crossed. Half of his face was visible under the hood, and the corners of his mouth were turned up in a half-smile.

His gaze swept over Gin, whose body was tense, and a sneer appeared on his face. Then it swept over Vermouth and landed on the other three who were not smoking.

"Tsk tsk, it's already so smoky when you arrive. You guys must really be able to handle secondhand smoke."

He waved his hand in front of his nose, his expression one of extreme disgust.

Vodka silently took out a cigarette and lit it.

He wants to kill Koniak with secondhand smoke!

Qingze flicked out a coin, the round coin spinning and tumbling between his five fingers. Then, with a forceful push of his thumb, the coin flew out and struck the cigarette that Vodka had just lit.

With a snap, the cigarette and the finger were both struck. Vodka winced in pain, and the cigarette he was holding fell onto the table.

Vodka: ? ! !

Vodka looked at his older brother with a sense of sullen resentment.

Gin pretended not to see it.

The meeting room was silent, and there was no sound coming from the headsets.

Cohen hugged his sniper rifle and shrank into a corner, pretending to be mute.

Fryward was confused, but no one spoke, and neither did she.

She subtly observed Koniak, whose deeds she had heard many times but whom she was meeting for the first time.

how to say.

My first impression was that he was pretentious.

Everyone else is showing their faces openly, but he has to wear a hat, lean against the door frame to pose, and spin a coin. Do you think he's some kind of mysterious villain from a comic book making a stunning entrance?

If this weren't a cargo loading task, she would have written her name backwards!

I have to say, he may be faking it, but he's undeniably handsome!

She then looked at Gin. Ever since Koniak appeared, Gin's body had tensed up, his hands on his waist, staring at the person at the door, ready to draw his gun at any moment.

Vermouth, standing next to Gin, seemed relaxed, but her eyes still held a hint of annoyance.

Cohen looked as if he was terrified of being splattered with blood.

As for vodka...

Vodka swallowed his anger at being provoked and didn't dare light another cigarette.

Based on what he had heard about, Fryward decided to follow Cohen's example and minimize his presence to avoid getting blood on his hands.

She's not familiar with Japan, nor with these people, so it's better for her to keep a low profile.

"Why are you all quiet? Really? No one's been talking since I arrived? Weren't you chatting away just now?"

Koniak's sarcastic voice rang out again. He tapped his toes, straightened up, and slowly walked towards Gin.

He walked slowly, his boots making a crisp sound on the ground. The closer he got, the more tense Gin became.

Three meters away, Gin suddenly stood up and drew his Beretta.

"Is this your welcoming ceremony?"

Qingze looked at the gun pointed at him with a mocking expression, his face mostly visible from the shadow of his hat brim, which, combined with his eerie smile, made him look sinister and terrifying.

"Koniak! Don't be stubborn."

Rum's voice came through the communication channel.

"What did I do that was unreasonable? I dropped my date to come here for the organization's mission, and I was immediately confronted with a gun. What did I do that was unreasonable?"

Qingze looked aggrieved, her voice affected and pretentious:

"You didn't even mention Gin, and you even called me willful... I really want the Boss to be the judge..."

Chapter 370 Rival in Love? Does he even deserve it?

Seeing Koniak's sarcastic remarks, Vermouth gritted her teeth inwardly, lowering her eyes slightly to hide the disdain in them.

Xiaolan, Xiaolan, why did you fall for him?

Even going on dates...

It's like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.

"You've become addicted to acting, haven't you?"

Gin's face showed disgust, as if he had seen something dirty.

What's gotten into this guy today?

Still feeling wronged?

What's wrong with me!

Rum in the communications was also disgusted.

Koniak has a knack for making people angry.

Cohen looked at Koniak's expression and wondered what was going on.

Is Koniak in such a good mood today?

Is it really that heartwarming to see your love rival die?

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense; it's certainly nice to see your rival die.

Seeing that Koniak was in a good mood, he relaxed a bit.

Vodka's expression twisted as he recalled Koniak hiding behind Ran Mouri, feigning weakness.

No wonder he could talk so naturally in front of Ran Mouri, he's truly shameless!

Fryward was inexplicably excited.

She thought that someone who could kill an entire organization's base without a word must have a personality like Gin, someone who was decisive and would kill anyone he didn't like, exuding a murderous aura. But what about the person in front of her?

It's actually quite interesting...

Qingze raised his voice, "Rum, look, I haven't even done anything yet, and he's already criticizing me."

Rum: "..."

I really want to hang up this communication.

They actually asked him to uphold justice? Normally, wouldn't they have already taken action? What's wrong with Koniak today?

Thinking about it carefully, there's only one reason.

"You're that happy that your love rival is dead?"

"A love rival? Does he even deserve it?"

Qingze chuckled and decided to stop teasing them.

He lunged forward, simultaneously tilting his head to dodge the incoming bullet, and grabbed Gin's left hand holding the gun, twisting it sharply downwards.

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and excruciating pain instantly spread upwards. Gin's expression tightened like a bowstring, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Instead of retreating, his locked left hand used the force to suddenly break forward, while his right arm bent at the elbow with lightning speed, and the hard elbow tip slammed into Qingze's throat.

Qingze raised his right forearm and slammed it down hard.

He still had to be wary of Gin using a gun, and getting close to him?

court death!

Bang!

The dull thud sounded like a heavy hammer striking a sandbag.

Gin felt a sharp pain in his arm, and a terrifying shock spread upwards along his arm bone, instantly numbing and causing his entire right arm to go numb and go out of control.

Looking at Qingze, he seemed completely unaffected.

Qingze didn't stop moving. He grabbed Gin's wrist, which was holding the gun, and tightened his grip. The hard bones under his palm made a cracking sound. He could no longer hold onto the Beretta and it had a new owner.

In an instant, the gunman turned around, and the cold Beretta was pressed against Gin's forehead.

Gin's left wrist was twisted, his right arm was bent unnaturally, and his emerald green pupils were bloodshot from the pain. He stared intently at the person in front of him, looking into those indifferent and mocking eyes.

Brother!

Vodka tensed up and jumped to his feet, gripping his gun.

Fryward, who had been watching Koniak closely, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

So fast! So fast that she couldn't even see the figure or the movement clearly!

Is that speed even human?

Vermouth gripped the gun, and Cohen's finger quietly rested on the trigger of the sniper rifle, instantly turning the atmosphere in the conference room tense.

“Koniak!” Rum’s urgent voice came through the communication channel.

"whispering sound!"

Qingze scoffed dismissively, put away the gun, turned off the safety, and tucked it into his waistband.

His death list is currently quite long, so Gin will have to wait a bit longer.

Ignoring the gun barrels that the men were ready to raise at any moment, Qingze walked straight to the empty single leather sofa and sat down, his body sinking into the soft leather, making a slight rubbing sound.

He casually draped his left arm behind him, crossed his long legs, and his face was fully exposed from under the brim of his hat. His posture was relaxed and casual, as if he had just done something insignificant.

The room was eerily quiet.

Even Binga, who always liked to argue with Gin, didn't say anything in the communication.

He had never seen Koniak in action; all the stories about him were hearsay.

In just a few seconds, they seized Gin's gun and turned it against Gin himself.

It was so fast that he couldn't even capture it clearly on the surveillance camera.

Is this even a skill that a human could achieve?

If he provokes Gin, Gin might not necessarily kill him.

But Koniak...

Even in his own safe house, Binga felt a sense of fear and dread.

The matter of Kogoro Mouri hasn't come to light yet, so we absolutely mustn't let Koniak find out that he was the one who did it!

We need to take care of those assassins tonight!

In the silence, Qingze gently tapped the leather surface of the sofa with his fingers and spoke:

"The exhaust fan is on, and the stench is unbearable."

As he finished speaking, his tense breath relaxed a little.

Fryward glanced quickly at Gin, who sat back on the sofa. The cigarette he had been holding had fallen to the ground, and he was chasing the cigarette butt with the tip of his shoe, as if he were chasing Koniak's face.

The expression beneath the brim of his hat was terrifyingly cold; his jaw was clenched, his brows were furrowed, and he was forcibly suppressing the excruciating pain in his hands.

Even so, he did not choose to take further action against Koniak.