Traveled through time at the same time, but both clones were beautiful girls

He swayed slightly.

Shiho Miyano, now shrunk to a tiny size, had a thoughtful expression on her delicate and adorable face, as if contemplating an important life decision.

Even when the man pulled her back into his arms and kissed her, she didn't resist much.

"Don't worry about whether I can keep my word or not; I'll just resurrect your sister right in front of you."

Adam carried her up the steps and pushed open the villa's door.

"Go inside. Qian Shu said she has a surprise for you. I wonder what she's up to."

He pushed open the door, his relaxed expression freezing on his face.

She was still pondering what Shiho Miyano was thinking, but after seeing the scene in the villa's hall, she opened her mouth wide and stared in disbelief.

So shocked was she that she forgot to breathe for a moment.

......

In the brightly lit hall, a group of men in black, some Shiho knew and some she didn't, sat together in a circle.

In the open space between them, the black-clad organization's model worker and his henchman were now posing and dancing like two ducks.

"Good gin!!"

Some people were applauding in admiration.

"But it's not professional enough; I'd say it's not as good as vodka."

"Vodka's movements are so practiced? I have a feeling he's been training in private?"

"Oh, I remember Vodka is a fan of his idol..."

What kind of hellish composition is this?!

How strange, let me take another look.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Gin is an incompetent husband!

"That's Vermouth, also known as Chizuka-sensei, you know her."

"That white-haired woman is Curaçao, Rum's right-hand woman."

“That’s Pisco and his godson Ireland. That old Pisco even met you when you were a kid.”

Adam carried Shiho in and introduced her to everyone.

If you've only watched the early episodes of Detective Conan, then his current behavior is like introducing big shots to a child.

Unfortunately, as the story has progressed to this point, the Black Organization's once-impressive image has long been shattered by Gosho Aoyama.

So the roll call at the villa was like this—

The immortals are lined up like hemp.

"That's Rena Mizunashi, codename Kir, real name Hidemi Hondo, an undercover CIA agent."

"An undercover agent?"

"Yes, that handsome dark-skinned guy over there is codenamed Bourbon, his real name is Rei Furuya, he's an undercover agent for the Japanese Public Security Bureau."

"Another undercover agent!?"

"I don't need to explain that knitted hat over there, you definitely recognize it."

Shiho exclaimed in surprise, her tone extremely complicated: "Moroboshi Dai? No, Akai Shuichi!?"

On one hand, she has mixed feelings about Shuichi Akai, her sister's ex-boyfriend.

On the other hand, Shiho Miyano was thinking... how come there are so many undercover agents?

Actually, she saw relatively little.

The distillery's undercover agents included not only those from Japan and the United States, but also the British CIA, the German Federal Intelligence Service, and the Canadian Security Intelligence Service... At least nine out of thirty bottles of liquor were counterfeit.

I heard a well-known YouTuber made a reasonable speculation: Are the intelligence organizations of various countries so poor that they joined forces to create a winery to scam funding?

"Hey hey hey, my childhood sweetheart has arrived too."

Nishiki Chizuki clapped her hands, a bright and cheerful smile on her pretty face: "Let's get down to business, let's get down to business! We need wind, meat, knives, music, wine, beautiful women, and donkeys! No more fancy stuff!"

Apart from Shuichi Akai turning his head to glance at the shrunken Shiho, everyone else's eyes were fixed on Gin.

They were each lost in their own thoughts, and the expressions on their faces were quite strange.

They were not particularly moved by Adam's box dog behavior.

Because Nishiki Chizuka, who had captured them one by one, had already said that once before.

Not only did she expose their shady identities, but Chizuka Nishiki also said many outrageous things.

What's the purpose of the Black Organization? What's the BOSS, Karasuma Renya, who's over a hundred years old? What's the miraculous effect of Drug A? Ugh.

Anyway, she's like a spoiler with no manners, casually revealing things that most Conan fanfiction would keep to themselves.

Chizuka Nishiki's purpose should be...

She has absolutely no ulterior motives.

She just found it interesting, and since Sakayanagi Arisu gave her some advice, she decided to speak up.

When the Black Organization hides in a dangerous fog, forces such as the Japanese Public Security Bureau, Lycorice, the CIA, the FBI, and Interpol will unite under immense pressure to jointly deal with it.

So, when the fog clears, revealing its true form and the treasures hidden within, how will these organizations act?

Should we continue our sincere cooperation?

Or are these groups starting a dogfight over a drug that might be related to immortality?

Perhaps feeling it wasn't lively enough, or perhaps wanting to give a certain detective who was lounging around at his childhood friend's house, eating and drinking for free, a bit of intensity, Chizuka Nishiki blurted out: "Shinichi Kudo seems to have turned into a child."

This remark drew glances from the other members of the organization.

This also attracted Vermouth, who had been watching the whole thing, and she glared at her angrily.

"What are you looking at? How many times have you bullied Shiho over the years? Can't I even get a little revenge on you?"

"Whether you retaliate or not is irrelevant to me; I have lovely students."

Vermouth snorted coldly: "Aren't you afraid that these people here and the forces behind them might turn against you, given your reckless and high-profile actions?"

"Hey, does anyone know how to do this?"

Chizuka took Shiho from Adam, affectionately kissed the little girl's cheek, and said nonchalantly, "You should all know very well the methods I used to capture you. When I can freely enter and leave the manors of those ancient families, when I can accurately headshot someone from 800 miles away, I think none of you are very willing to target me."

This is the most terrifying part.

When they were captured, they had all witnessed her abilities to varying degrees: teleportation, catching bullets with her bare hands, bullets curving, even flight, and forcibly controlling Gin and Vodka's bodies... Were those superpowers?

Regardless of what that is, if you were to fall out with someone like that and force her to become an assassin hiding in the shadows, then all the big shots in the world would probably be losing sleep.

She looked around and said with a grin, "Am I wrong, Chizuka?"

"Yes! Absolutely right! Very right!"

As it turns out, the older the guy, the more savvy he is.

Pisco quickly stood up and flattered, "Ms. Chizuka is right. You've shown such sincerity; even if we're ungrateful, we should still be grateful."

"That's right."

Pisco's godson, Ireland, chimed in.

Pisco continued, "As the saying goes, 'No friendship is formed without conflict.' I, Kenzo Masuyama, am deeply honored to be Ms. Chizuka's friend. Ms. Chizuka has also meticulously prepared this performance of 'The Dancing Boys of Izu' for us. It is all done with utmost sincerity and hospitality. I don't know how to express my gratitude, so I can only offer one-tenth of my wealth as a token of my appreciation. Please do not refuse."

Qian Shu beamed: "Oh dear, I still want to collect the friend fee, but I'm currently in a relationship, so is this amount a bit too much?"

fall in love?

Pisco glanced discreetly at Adam, who was watching the scene unfold, and offered another compliment: "Young people definitely spend money on dating, so I'll give you another tenth as a congratulation to Miss Chizuka."

He turned to Bourbon, a smile on his face as well: "Furthermore, to express my admiration for the Japanese Public Security Bureau, I am prepared to donate one-tenth of my assets as a political donation, and I hope Mr. Furuya will not refuse."

"what?!"

Three tenths, that's close to one-third.

Ireland didn't know how much wealth his godfather possessed, but he was certain it was a huge sum.

After all, Pisco's public identity is the chairman of a Japanese car company, a big figure in the financial world.

“BOSS… no, Karasuma Renya, that kind of loser who likes to kill and set fires in the shadows, is utterly unacceptable. From now on, I will definitely sever all ties with him! I'm a law-abiding citizen, right? Mr. Furuya, I'm an honest and upright businessman!”

Codenamed Bourbon, Furuya Rei could only nod with an awkward smile.

Damn it, what can a high-ranking Japanese civil servant say to such a savvy and knowledgeable entrepreneur?

"What about Rum...?"

After receiving the call, Cugaso nodded: "No problem. Rum said a real man shouldn't remain subservient to others for long; he needs to speak with the FBI."

Rum appears to have some kind of clandestine connection with the FBI.

"it is good."

Akai Shuichi's expression flickered for a moment, then he looked at the person in the most dangerous situation.

"Vermouth?"

Knowing the FBI hated her, Vermouth turned to Hondou Hidemi and said, "Kiel, I have no grudge against the CIA."

"...Okay then."

Seeing that all the brewery employees had betrayed him, Gin, who was being forced to dance by Chizuka using her telekinesis, finally couldn't take it anymore.

He roared like a dying beast, his teeth practically grinding together.

"You all deserve to die!! You scum, you'll pay the price sooner or later!!"

His eyes were no longer filled with cold indifference and disregard for human life, but with pain and humiliation—this was Chizuka Nishiki's revenge against him.

Physical destruction is no way to get revenge on someone like Gin.

The only way is to destroy what's most important in his life and leave him powerless, like an incompetent husband, only able to watch helplessly.

The Black Organization, which he held as his faith and destiny throughout his life, crumbled before his very eyes and was manipulated and divided up by other organizations.

But there was nothing he could do.

This is the cruelest form of revenge.

Of course, Chizuka Nishiki couldn't have come up with such a vicious method. She could only express her gratitude to Arisu Sakayanagi for taking the time out of her busy schedule to come up with this idea for her.

Sakayanagi Arisu is utterly wicked.

Gin, cursing everyone with venomous hatred, gritted his teeth, but his body continued its clumsy dance, beyond his control.

Vodka then approached Shuichi Akai, thrusting his hairy chest forward with exaggerated movements and expressions, exuding tension.

Shuichi Akai felt no sympathy whatsoever; he only found it laughable and also felt a sense of satisfaction.

He stubbed out his cigarette hard and said coldly, "Go ahead and jump around like that if you dare."

Vodka began his skillful hand-shaking, and after finishing, he placed one hand on Shuichi Akai's shoulder, his strong and muscular body swaying like a snake.

"..."

Shuichi Akai took a deep breath.

Shiho Miyano covered her eyes, unable to bear to look.

But it's so weird...

Take one more look.

Chizuka Nishiki, who was holding her, gave a strange smile: "Actually, from the very beginning of this dance until now, I've never been able to control the vodka."

"?"

"..."

"..."

Everyone fell silent, staring in astonishment at Gin's henchman who only knew how to drive, marveling that the Black Organization actually had such a talent.

Even Gin stared at Vodka with unfamiliar eyes, as if he were getting to know this person all over again.