Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Gin said, "Not yet."

The shadowy figure remained silent for a second.

That silence lasted only a second, but it made the temperature in the conference room drop even further.

The mechanical voice sounded again, devoid of any emotion, as if it were stating a weather forecast.

"The organization now needs a new order. The coming time is crucial, and the next plan requires each and every one of you."

"The resources left behind by Rum need to be redistributed. Intelligence systems, funding channels, overseas informants, and material reserves—"

Before he could finish speaking, Graba interrupted:

"North America should take over the intelligence system."

Porter's lips twitched, but his tone remained calm: "North America? The intelligence system has always been coordinated by Europe. When did it become North America's turn?"

Graba looked at him, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"During Rum's lifetime, North America contributed 40% of intelligence." He emphasized each word. "And Europe?"

Potter chuckled.

The laughter was short, but it carried undisguised sarcasm.

“Contribution?” He repeated the word. “Graba, you call those informants you bought with money a contribution? European channels are the result of decades of accumulation; you can’t just throw money at them.”

“Decades of accumulation?” Graba’s tone turned cold. “Rum’s dead. How much of that accumulation is left? Without new funding, all those informants would have fled long ago…”

“I’ll be in charge of logistics and supplies,” Tokay said.

"Why should we?" someone retorted.

In an instant, a heated argument broke out in the conference room, right in front of the shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure watched their argument without speaking again, as if tacitly agreeing to their fight, or as if the old wolf had grown old and lost the ability to lead the pack.

Chapter 608 Gin: Pretending to be Dead

Qingze leaned against the wall, his hood obscuring most of his face. His scarlet eyes, peeking out from the shadow of the hood, swept over the faces arguing heatedly, as if watching a boring performance.

He lowered his eyes, turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The movement was very light, as light as a falling snowflake.

The argument in the meeting room continued, and no one noticed that the seat was now empty.

Only Gin.

His attention remained fixed on that door. From the moment Qingze got up, it never left his sight.

He straightened up.

Vodka sensed something and asked in a low voice, "Big brother?"

Gin didn't say anything.

He turned and walked towards the door.

Vodka paused for a moment, then quickly followed.

Cohen stood there, glancing at the people still arguing in the conference room, then at Gin's departing figure, and frowned slightly.

Then he followed.

The conference room door closed gently behind them, shutting out the noise.

The night was deep.

On the open ground at the base entrance, shallow footprints were left in the snow. A cold wind blew in, carrying the scent of the mountains and forests, and was bone-chillingly cold.

Qingze stood at the edge of the open space, his hands in his pockets, hood still pulled up over his head. Moonlight shone on him, turning his black clothes a dark blue. A few strands of white hair peeked out from under the brim of his hood, swaying gently in the wind.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Gin stepped out and stopped three meters to his left. The hem of his trench coat was lifted by the wind, then fell back down. Long silver hair peeked out from under his hat brim, gleaming coldly in the night.

Vodka and Cohen followed and stood behind Gin.

Qingze's gaze fell on Cohen. "There's one more."

Gin didn't say anything.

Cohen was a little confused.

Qingze withdrew his gaze and looked at the night sky ahead.

“You’ve always been very pragmatic,” he said, his tone devoid of emotion. “I hope you continue to be so pragmatic.”

Cohen paused for a moment, a sudden chill running through him.

He didn't know what he had done, nor did he understand the meaning of those words. He just instinctively felt that something had brushed past him.

......

The argument in the meeting room continued.

Graba's voice grew louder and louder, and Potter was not to be outdone. The two stared at each other through the shadow between them, their eyes almost sparking with fire.

Suntory flipped through the documents in his hand, occasionally glancing up to interject with a casual remark.

Rivi was sprawled on the sofa, legs crossed, but he wouldn't back down an inch, his spittle almost spraying onto Tokay's face.

"I previously assisted Rum with logistics, so it's most reasonable for me to be in charge of logistics—"

"Heh." Tokay raised his eyes and looked at him coldly. "Most of the equipment and supplies in the organization were procured through my channels. Have you even bothered to find out the suppliers, the distribution channels, and the prices? Why should you be in charge?"

Miranda stood behind her, expressionless.

They stared at each other, at the power and wealth that were about to be theirs, like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing a piece of carrion. Their eyes were filled only with self-interest and a deadly hostility towards each other.

No one was looking at the dark figure.

No one looks at the person who once made them bow their heads.

No one noticed the empty corner by the door.

Meskar sat in the corner, eyes closed, as if resting or not listening at all. His face was expressionless, as if the surrounding argument had nothing to do with him.

Gui Fu looked at these people, his brows slightly furrowed. He disliked this kind of occasion.

It's too noisy. It's so noisy it's driving me crazy.

He glanced instinctively in a certain direction—where Gin was standing.

empty.

He froze for a moment.

Then I looked towards the door—the wall that Koniak had leaned against.

It's empty too.

His heart skipped a beat.

wrong.

He wanted to say something. His lips had just parted when a very faint sound came from beneath his feet—

"Click".

The sound was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But in that instant, the hairs on Guifu's body stood on end.

"boom--"

The first explosion occurred under Riviera's seat.

The man slumped on the sofa didn't even have time to react before he was thrown up by the blast wave and slammed heavily to the ground.

His lower body exploded in the flames, blood and flesh splattering onto Suntory's face beside him.

Suntory paused for a second.

He looked down at his hands, which were covered in blood, warm and sticky, with bits of flesh still attached.

"what--"

The scream had barely left his lips when his seat erupted in chaos.

The sofa was blown to pieces, and Suntory's body was like a ripped rag doll, broken in two at the waist.

His upper body flew out and crashed into the wall, leaving a long trail of blood. His eyes were still open, staring at the half of his body that remained in place. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

"What's going on?!"

Like dominoes falling, all the bombs exploded in unison.

Graba jumped to his feet, his face deathly pale. His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair.

He turned and rushed towards the door, but after taking two steps, he was knocked to the ground by the blast wave. He lay on the ground, crawling forward on his hands and feet, his fingernails digging into the cracks in the floor, blood splattering everywhere.

"I don't want to die—" he roared, his voice distorted, "I don't want to—!"

Before he could finish speaking, the flames engulfed him.

Potter's body was thrown into the air by the blast wave.

In the last few seconds of his thought process, he was completely lost.

One second he was excited and arguing about the benefits and authority he was about to gain.

He and Graba argued heatedly, their faces flushed. He was planning his strategy after taking over North America, and he had even mentally reviewed the first round of personnel adjustments after taking over...

The next second, he was in mid-air.

He saw Graba's figure disappear into the firelight. He saw Tokay dragging his blown-out leg across the ground. He saw the unrecognizable corpse of Jiwei. He saw Suntory's severed body still bleeding profusely.

He suddenly remembered something—

What about Koniak?

What about Gin?

They were just here...they...

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout, wanting to curse, wanting to say something.

Then he realized that he could no longer make a sound.

Those who were so engrossed in their conflict of interests were completely unaware that the two people involved had remained completely silent.

Does it mean BOSS?

He took one last look at the location of the shadowy figure.

The silhouette sitting in the high-backed chair has vanished. Only emptiness remains, along with the still-pulsating holographic light and shadow.

His consciousness began to fade.

The flames were getting closer.

He suddenly found it ridiculous.

He spent his whole life fighting and calculating, but in the end, he didn't even understand how he died.

......

A muffled thud exploded in the silent night, and flames shot into the sky, turning the night sky crimson.

A wave of heat surged from behind, ruffling Qingze's clothes and tousling their hair.

On the snow, the shadows of people were stretched long by the firelight behind them.

The smell of gunpowder, carrying the scent of burning, swept past them.

Gin turned his head and glanced back at the raging firelight.

Vodka looked bewildered and stiffly turned to look at the explosion behind him.

How did it explode?

Potter, Groba, Tokay... all of them are gone?

Cohen trembled slightly, a chill spreading from the soles of his feet to his heart.