Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The boss simply said "I understand" and then offered no further comment.

No one can guarantee whether Koniak's actions were in accordance with the boss's instructions.

Just as he had been wondering whether Koniak's bombing of his factory was because the boss felt he was getting too prominent and wanted to suppress him.

That fiend doesn't give face to anyone except the boss, and no one can command him.

"Does he have a mission to get rid of Reita Kawasaki?" Rum asked knowingly.

“Yes, there is.” Gin chuckled. “In my opinion, Kawasaki Reita didn’t have a chance to make a move, so he randomly picked someone to distract him.”

He had also taken some time to keep an eye on the mission these past few days and found that the target was surrounded by a lot of people protecting him, making it very difficult to find an opportunity to strike.

It's likely that someone leaked the information, allowing them to prepare.

Gin gave a cold smile.

Which rat leaked this information?

Could it be you, Kiel?

Rum was troubled. Although it was a viable method, why did Koniak choose someone supported by the organization?

"Let Koniak hand over the task; I'll have Curaçao do it."

He never imagined that Koniak did it on purpose.

He was well aware of the boss's methods.

He has a tool that the boss cultivated—Curaçao.

They absolutely obey orders and have little independent thought.

If Curaçao, who has been trained for a few years, already has this effect, what about Koniak, who has been trained for nearly ten years?

It's a pity that this kind of sonic hypnosis requires long-term, uninterrupted control and is extremely easy to destroy one's will. Otherwise, it would be possible to create an impenetrable organization, one that no one could possibly infiltrate.

"Go find him yourself."

Gin showed no mercy and hung up the phone immediately.

Rum looked grim as he watched the phone being hung up.

Koniak was not only insane, but also paranoid.

Either don't accept the task at all, or if you do accept it, you can't cancel it even if you want to.

They might even offer a buy-one-get-one-free deal, or even a buy-one-get-two-free deal.

If you want to take what he has, it's impossible without paying a hefty price.

But if we don't get this task, at this rate, a few more members of parliament will probably die.

He had no choice but to call Koniak.

But after trying to call several times, the phone was always switched off.

Rum was a little anxious, but he had to calm down and wait for him to turn on the machine.

Chapter 46 is utterly lawless.

After playing all afternoon, Ran said goodbye to the garden and passed by a flower shop on her way home, where she saw a bunch of sunflowers in full bloom.

Golden and bright, bathed in sunshine.

Just looking at it makes me feel brighter.

She bought the bouquet and carried it all the way to Qingze's house.

She took out her keys, opened the door, and went straight inside.

The key was given to her by Qingze so that she could easily go to the garage to get the car for practice.

There was no one in the house. She placed the sunflowers in a vase in the living room, looked at them for a while, and felt very satisfied.

Mr. Qingze's life is too dull; he needs a little bit of bright color like this.

After watering the plants she had bought, she left with the last sunflower and placed it on her desk.

Even if it's just a sunflower, it doesn't diminish its dazzling beauty and radiance.

Ran Mouri felt good just looking at it.

"I hope he'll be happy to see this."

Qingze slept soundly until the afternoon of the next day.

As soon as I turned on my phone, I saw dozens of missed calls from Rum.

Besides phone calls, there were also emails, one after another, in an unbelievable rush.

Clearly, the boss had no objection to his killing of Representative Yamada, but Rum had a strong objection.

While he was washing up, another phone call came in, and Qingze answered it without thinking.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Rum gritted his teeth on the other end of the phone, "You finally answered..."

"If you have something to say, say it. If not, I'm hanging up."

Qingze dried the water off his face with a towel. The young man, who had slept well, was in much better condition, at least in a good mood.

Rum didn't waste any words and got straight to the point: "Hand over the task you're currently handling to me."

"You mean Kawasaki Reita?" Aozawa raised a mocking sneer. "I've already done half of that mission, and now you're telling me it's time to hand it over?"

You can assign him tasks whenever you want and cancel them whenever you want? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Isn't his time and energy a cost?

"You mean you only did half of it, which means killing two congressmen who have nothing to do with the mission?" Rum almost laughed in anger.

He'll go tell the boss soon; if Koniak doesn't take action, things really won't work.

The cost of deploying him is greater than deploying two Gin.

At most, Gin would just fly a helicopter and straf the Tokyo Tower, and the helicopter would be covered by an FBI agent.

But if it were Koniak, Tokyo Tower would be gone.

The cost of using it is so high, it's really not worth it.

"There's nothing I can do. The mission was leaked before I even took it on. The target is surrounded by police. The only way to win is to blow up the Japanese municipal building while the target is at work..."

Aozawa was unusually excited when he mentioned the idea of ​​bombing the Japanese municipal building, and even seemed eager to try it out.

Rum was sweating bullets.

This living dad!

This is an attempt to wipe out the entire Japanese Diet!

"what do you want?"

This task needs to be handed over quickly, otherwise, at this rate, several more members of parliament will die.

"I bought some collectibles, I'll get reimbursed first."

"Row."

"Give me that [Guanglun Technology] in your hand."

Optical fiber?

Rum thought for a while before remembering which company it was. It was a relatively small company under his control, mainly engaged in online business, with fewer than fifty employees. Its revenue level was extremely average within the organization, but its monthly turnover was still over 100 million.

These small companies are usually used for accounting for organizations, so they don't mind giving them away.

But what does Koniak need this for?

"What do you want this for?"

“I’ve been spending a lot lately, and a detective has been watching me, suspecting the source of my assets.”

Fukuda Makoto's face flashed through Aozawa's mind.

The Fukuda family is an ancient and large family. With one Fukuda Makoto appearing, there's no guarantee that other people won't follow suit.

He had no interest in his own background.

Some issues regarding identity, such as the source of assets, need to be clarified.

Rum picked up the computer beside him and pulled up Koniak's account transaction history.

Koniak's money was all transferred under the name of Guanglun Company's account, and taxes were paid on each remittance, making the source clear and clean.

The only problem is that Koniak did not hold a nominal position at the company.

"In your style, shouldn't you just kill the detective who's been watching you?"

"Am I the kind of person who likes fighting and killing? I'm clearly a pacifist, how could I just start a fight?"

Rum: “…”

My hands are itching to punch something.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Fine, I'll have someone transfer this company to your name."

"I've given you all your requirements, now hand over the task."

Rum urged.

He didn't really care about the formality.

However, if you don't get Koniak's explicit consent, he can still use the mission as an excuse to kill more senators later.

He will only stop interfering with this task once he agrees to hand it over.

Qingze didn't rush to agree, "Lend me your Binga and Bourbon again."

Rum suddenly became furious, and even the mechanical sounds became sharp and piercing.

"It's just a mission, Koniak, don't go too far!"

Qingze picked at his ear. "I just asked you to lend them to me, I didn't ask you to give them to me, how is that going too far?"

Rum was taken aback.

Okay, he thought he was going to ask for an exorbitant amount, but he misunderstood.

Why is Koniak so easy to talk to this time?

Or was he doing it on purpose?

Rum frowned, not ruling out that possibility.

"What do you want them to do?"

Qingze countered, "Besides gathering intelligence, what else can they do with it?"

"Row."

Rum knew it was pointless to ask; he could find out what Qingze wanted to investigate by asking Bourbon and Binga later.

Once the deal was settled, Rum hung up the phone, but he couldn't suppress his anger.

He strongly suspects that Koniak's killing of the senator was intentional, deliberately instigating various disturbances to force him to make concessions!

He angrily dialed the number of his boss.

Koniak is becoming increasingly lawless; he must file a complaint!

When I called the boss, he turned off the transformation device.

Although Gin and Aozawa both knew what he looked like, some habits couldn't be abandoned.

When the call connected, his voice was respectful.

"BOSS!"

"What's the matter?" The voice on the other end of the phone was still mechanical, devoid of emotion or expression.

"Koniak is really outrageous..."