Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Aozawa scoffed, "Stop pretending, Furuya Rei."

Amuro Tooru leaned back in his chair, looking at the person in front of him with a deep sense of inquiry in his eyes.

This person, who was supposedly loyal to the organization, knew his undercover identity but kept it a secret.

Are you loyal to the organization?

Not like.

He found a pretext to kill so many people in the organization. What was his purpose? What did he want to do?

"I'm curious, Koniak, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Whatever you want to do, I will do."

Amuro Tooru's eyes narrowed sharply. "I want to bring you to justice."

Qingze's lips curled up in a half-smile, "I also want to bring Koniak to justice."

"Koniak, you mean it has nothing to do with [Qingze], right? Like Curaçao, fake your death to escape."

Amuro Tooru's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Do you think you're worthy?"

Seeing his mocking expression, Qingze's lips curled up.

"No, it's Tomohiro Fukuda."

Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted sharply.

"The resurrected heir of the Fukuda family—Tomohiro Fukuda." Aozawa's smile deepened. "Becoming prime minister wouldn't be bad."

Amuro Tooru's eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.

"You really dare to think that way."

"Why wouldn't I dare? I am Fukuda Tomohiro."

Looking at him, Qingze grinned a dangerous and maniacal smile:

"An ancient political family, the position of patriarch usurped, parents murdered, after decades of dormancy, they return. In my name, Tomohiro Fukuda, I will scrape away the rotten flesh and make the Fukuda family great again!"

"What a legendary experience! Entering politics with such a background would definitely cause a sensation!"

Qingze leaned forward, his scarlet eyes fixed on him, a bloodlust seemingly emanating from them:

"How many members of parliament do you think will support me? Will I become the youngest prime minister in history?"

Amuro Tooru's heart sank.

He actually dared to think that!

How could he even think of that!

Ironically, it might actually be true.

Politics is a performance, and the people in front of you are extremely good at performing.

And then there's his ruthless methods and abilities...

Once he enters politics, the consequences...

Amuro Tooru shivered.

No, absolutely not!

To allow a bloodthirsty executioner to become a member of parliament and prime minister is insane and too dark!

Seeing Bourbon's body and expression tense to the extreme, Qingze smiled with pleasure.

They're so easily frightened!

Prime Minister of Japan?

They're just American dogs.

Who cares?

He placed the book he was holding on the table, and Amuro Tooru glanced at the cover.

Japanese Politics

Qingze tapped the book cover lightly with his fingers.

"Let's make a bet."

"What bet?"

Qingze stood up and stretched.

"Chianti will die in three days."

What is the bet?

Qingze smiled and pressed down on his shoulder.

"Then it depends on whether you want me to be Aozawa or Fukuda Tomohiro."

Qingze patted his shoulder lightly twice, picked up his umbrella, and walked out of the coffee shop.

The café fell silent again. Amuro Tooru clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table.

Chapter 375 You have met your demise by messing with my father-in-law!

Glancing at the lights on upstairs at the sushi restaurant, Qingze slowly walked into the rain, an umbrella in hand, a playful smile on his lips.

When you want to open a window, no one will agree, but when you're willing to tear down the whole roof, they'll agree to your request to open a window.

Killing a bourbon is simple; it's just a matter of one bullet.

But what about the organization?

Are we going to let him handle this all by himself?

He killed until his blade was dull and worn out, but he still couldn't kill them all.

If we can use government agencies, we might as well use them.

He didn't intend to confront the government.

As for becoming a tainted witness, that's ridiculous.

After eliminating the organization, Bourbon's first target would be him. He might even set a trap to kill him while destroying the organization.

But that depends on whose methods are stronger.

He will give Bourbon a happy ending.

The rain is pattering outside the window, it's been falling for three days and three nights.

Humming a little tune, he slowly walked to the car, stepping through the puddles on the road.

There was one person sitting in the driver's seat of the car.

Bai Yu, with short hair and dressed in black, had a grim expression.

Qingze got into the passenger seat and sat down, placing the umbrella beside his lap.

"Who are you going to kill?"

"Binga".

Tokyo was completely dark.

Binga sat in the car in the darkness, waiting for his target to arrive.

He placed a bomb next to utility pole number 322. It was a gravity-sensing bomb that would detonate immediately if the bag was picked up.

After that, as long as the remaining survivors are dealt with, the task of silencing them will be complete.

He checked the time; it was still early. He sat in the car and waited patiently.

Not long after, a person wearing a raincoat slowly appeared in the rain and approached the telephone pole.

Binga's expression suddenly changed, and he sat up.

Suddenly, the passenger door opened, and a white-haired figure got in.

Under the somber glow of the streetlights, those scarlet eyes shone like two luminous gems, their crimson light nearly causing Binga's heart to stop.

Those eyes narrowed, and the voice that came out was like the whisper of a devil.

"See if you're happy to see me."

"Koniak!"

Binga's hair stood on end, and in a split second, he raised the gun in his hand, ready to pull the trigger.

"You can try and see if you can pull the trigger faster or I can break your hand faster."

Binga's movements suddenly froze, a chill ran down his spine and to the top of his head, and he really didn't dare to pull the fatal trigger.

"That's a really good plan,"

Qingze slowly and methodically recounted each and every one of the things he had done.

"You hired an assassin to take care of Kogoro Mouri and also eliminated Shinichi Kudo... Was Chianti, who cooperated with you, also a pawn you planned to silence?"

Binga stared at him intently, as if he had seen a ghost.

"How did you know?! And why are you here?!"

How could Koniak have so quickly grasped everything after only one day of meticulous planning?

It's still here!!

Even Chianti didn't know he would come here!

Unless... that assassin organization has already been wiped out by Koniak!

That photo was posted by Koniak!

Beneath the dark muzzle of the gun, Qingze sighed regretfully, "Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have known so quickly. But..."

"But what?!"

Seeing that he was not going to say anything, Binga felt a lump in his throat, unable to breathe, feeling extremely suffocated.

Where exactly did his plan go wrong?!

Could it be that Kogoro Mouri brought his family along when he went to do the commission?

Qingze watched his somewhat frantic expression with amusement, a playful smile curving his lips.

Why should I tell you?

Looking at that cold, expressionless face, Binga gritted his teeth.

Even though he had the gun in his hand, after witnessing Koniak's inhuman skill in dealing with Gin earlier that day, he had no confidence whatsoever that he could kill the man, let alone escape unscathed.

"If you're going to die, at least let me die knowing why!"

"Who said I was going to kill you?" Qingze's voice carried a hint of amusement.

"You...you won't kill me?" A glimmer of hope ignited amidst despair.

"Why doesn't anyone believe that I'm a pacifist? I don't really like using violence unless absolutely necessary," Qingze sighed, looking like he had been misunderstood for years.

Binga tried to decipher the meaning of his words, "You mean, you want me to do things for you?"

With a flick of his finger, Qingze sent a coin flying with a "ding," tracing a faint silver arc in the dim light.

Binga's gaze was unconsciously drawn to the leaping metal.

In that split second of distraction, Qingze's hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing Binja's wrist as he held the gun.

A powerful force suddenly erupted, twisting his wrist by nearly 170 degrees.

The immense shock and the sudden, excruciating pain in his wrist left Binga's mind blank.

The movement was so fast that by the time his body reacted and pulled the trigger, the gun was already pointed at his chest.

boom!

Gunshots rang out in the cramped carriage, the bullet striking him squarely in the chest.

It didn't hit the heart, but it wasn't far from it.