Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Rum's robotic voice came through the headphones.

"Koniak, you didn't kill him, did you?"

Am I the kind of person who enjoys fighting and killing?

Gin chuckled dismissively, offering neither comment nor affirmation.

“He didn’t kill him,” Binga’s voice came through.

"That's good." Rum breathed a sigh of relief.

If they were to actually kill him, things would escalate even further.

"I will handle the follow-up effects. This matter is temporarily closed."

After saying that, he turned off the communication channel.

With communications cut off, Fryward looked at his new partner, Cohen.

"Is going on a mission with Koniak really that easy?"

Aside from the investigation, infiltration, and action, Koniak handled everything by herself, feeling utterly useless.

"He is a lone wolf."

Cohen's words were concise and to the point.

Koniak rarely goes on missions with others; he handles all his missions on his own.

Even if they were to be deployed together, Koniak would only have them hold the rear.

Therefore, going on missions with him is indeed very easy.

"How often does he appear at the base?"

"rare."

Cohen kindly reminded his new partner, who was very interested in Koniak.

"Don't mess with him, he's dangerous."

How dangerous is it?

Cohen remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Why are you so interested in him?

Fryward stroked his chin, a look of excited anticipation spreading across his face.

"He's so handsome, such a perfect man, he's so tempting."

He's handsome, strong, and loves to show off, which instantly ignites a man's desire to conquer him.

Cohen remained silent for a long while, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Are you trying to say he has a girlfriend?" Fryward asked.

Cohen nodded.

"What does it matter? I don't care about feelings for him, I just want to sleep with him."

Cohen: "..."

He felt that his new partner wouldn't live much longer either.

"What type of girlfriend does he have? What's her style?"

Chapter 382 Raid on the Organization's Base

Qingze sat on the back of the motorcycle, looking at Vermouth in front of him, his disguised face showing a smile.

"My dear teacher, I'm very curious, where did you learn your disguise skills?"

Hearing him yell like that gave Vermouth goosebumps, and she really wanted to throw him off the car.

Don't disgust me!

"How is this disgusting? Don't you like it when I call you that?"

Vermouth looked at him through the rearview mirror. His disguised face wore a malicious smile that looked like he deserved a beating.

"Xiao Lan should really see the awful state you're in!"

"She saw it and even complimented me on my looks."

Vermouth's disgust was practically overflowing. "You're so shameless!"

She didn't believe that Xiao Lan could say he was handsome when he looked so damn smug!

"What is a face? Why would I need it?"

The motorcycle came to a sudden stop, and Vermouth didn't want to be with this person for even a second longer.

"Get down here!"

Qingze sat in the back seat, completely still.

Why should I go down?

Vermouth took a deep breath. "You're not going down, are you? I'll go down."

She let go of the handlebars, intending to get off the bus.

Qingze pressed down on her shoulders, his low, husky voice coming from behind her ear like the whisper of a devil.

"It's Kuroba Toichi, isn't it?"

Vermouth stiffened slightly, a very subtle stiffness, but Qingze noticed it.

Qingze's lips curled up, his voice filled with a strong sense of inquiry.

"I'm very curious whether Kuroba Toichi is really dead or not, and where he is now."

"Who is Kuroba Touichi?" Vermouth asked, her voice filled with doubt, as if she genuinely didn't know who he was.

"You're not going to tell me? I'll ask his son another day. Phantom Thief Kid is easy to find."

Vermouth turned around and looked at him coldly.

"What do you want to do?"

Qingze touched his face. "This disguise technique is quite useful. I'd like to find a master to teach me."

"Ha, give up, you'll never learn that in your lifetime."

With a cold expression, Qingze grabbed Vermouth's hair. With a forceful pull, Vermouth's scalp instantly ripped open. She screamed and grabbed her hair tightly.

She glared at Qingze, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Koniak!"

Qingze let go of her hand, looked at her coolly, and jumped off the back seat.

"I don't like hearing that kind of talk, so don't let me hear it again."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the darkness.

Having no interest in Qingze, Vermouth quickly took off her helmet and checked her scalp for any patches of baldness.

As soon as he took off his helmet, several strands of hair fell out, all of which he had just plucked.

Vermouth clutched her aching scalp, gritted her teeth as she looked at the falling hair.

"Pulling a woman's hair, that's really tasteless!"

Qingze twirled a dozen or so hairs with follicles around his fingers, which he had shoved into his pocket, and a smile played on his lips.

We can find out whether his guess is accurate or not simply by checking.

He picked up his phone and slowly dialed Bourbon's number.

As soon as the call connected, a voice gritting its teeth came from the other end.

"Koniak!"

Qingze picked at his ear.

Why do all these people like to call him that?

"Yes, I heard you."

"Did you do it?!"

Vermouth doesn't have such ghostly skills to escape unscathed from a group of more than a dozen police officers!

Qingze did not answer the question. "I won our bet."

He didn't need three days; he cleaned up Chianti in just one day.

Amuro Tooru's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

Yes, he won.

But who said we were going to gamble with him?

"Here's a piece of news for you: several of your good subordinates are currently at Base Three. Want to rescue them?"

"What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, I've just been annoyed by that place for a long time and wanted to find an opportunity to blow it up."

He'd wanted to blow up those damn solitary confinement cells and all those other prison cells for a long time.

Amuro Tooru was almost laughing in exasperation.

"Ha, you want me to rescue the person you captured and then help you achieve your goal? You really have some nerve!"

Qingze corrected his mistake, "You're wrong about that. It wasn't me who arrested him, it was Gin who did."

"What's the difference?" Amuro Tooru sneered.

"I'm a good person."

The only response Qingze received was a cold laugh.

Qingze said sarcastically, "Sigh, these days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth."

"Since you're unwilling, then forget it. Hopefully, they'll live a little longer under interrogation."

Qingze seemed indifferent.

Amuro Tooru took deep breaths repeatedly to suppress the rage in his heart.

We absolutely must save them!

What do you want to do?

"Simple. Have someone surround Base Three, trigger its self-destruct mechanism, and the base will explode with a bang."

"How can I be sure my men won't get blown up inside?"

“I will delay the self-destruct sequence by five minutes. Five minutes is enough time for your people to leave, right? Seizing an organization’s base is just the right way to give the public an explanation, isn’t it?”

"When?"

"Now."

"Now?"

"If we're going to make a move, the sooner the better, to catch them off guard. Otherwise, when do you plan to wait?"

"I see."

Does Amuro trust him?

Do not believe.

But he had to save that person!

He pulled out another phone and immediately made a call to arrange for people, without controlling the volume, deliberately letting Koniak on the other end hear.

"Thorn, take some men to Beika General Hospital, guard Kogoro Mouri in room 404, and lure Ran Mouri into the ward."

The person who received the call was a little confused, but quickly realized what was happening.

"Yes!"