Detective Conan: Starting with Yukiko covered in black stockings!

Cao Yu held the photo between two fingers and threw it over.

In his eyes, Carlos was nothing more than a cold corpse.

On the other hand, I was able to enter the bedroom thanks to the fusion of Wolf Brother's cards.

The hidden skill of picking locks and sneaking out is something you learn without a teacher.

Otherwise, it would really take some effort to open the specially modified combination lock.

"Are you someone sent by the organization?"

Carlos's expression changed drastically, and he pulled a gun from under his pillow.

Swish!

A cold glint flashed, and the gun in his hand broke in two.

The two women were so frightened by what they saw that they slumped in the corner. They subconsciously wanted to escape, but Cao Yu blocked their way. They had the will but not the courage to move.

"Think you're invincible with a gun? Don't try that on me."

"I admire your attitude towards life. You didn't forget to enjoy abalone before you died. I suppose you had no regrets."

Against an ordinary assassin, Carlos might be able to put up a fight with just a pistol.

Unfortunately, he ran into a man who was incredibly powerful.

"Don't kill me, I'll give you money!"

Carlos, staring at the gleaming broadsword in Cao Yu's hand, finally lost his composure.

He quickly took out a check and a pen from the bedside table drawer.

"How much is my life worth? Name your price!"

Money can make the world go round.

Having spent half his life in the underworld, Carlos knew all too well that money could solve all problems.

If you give enough, buying your own life is not a problem at all.

Cao Yu smiled without saying a word, coldly staring at Carlos.

"Five hundred thousand dollars?"

"one million?"

"How about six million?"

"..."

Carlos couldn't figure out Cao Yu's intentions and kept raising the price.

"Twenty million US dollars, that's all I have in the world."

Looking at the final number Carlos wrote on the check, Cao Yu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Twenty million US dollars is indeed an astronomical figure.

Seeing Carlos write so decisively and without a trace of heartache on his face, Cao Yu cursed inwardly that this guy was fooling idiots.

All belongings?

That's just the tip of the iceberg!

The winery isn't offering any compensation for this mission, so making a windfall is a good idea.

"Money is a good thing; who in the world doesn't love it?"

"I almost forgot something. Is there a mole within the organization secretly contacting you?"

Cao Yu put away the check, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

"No comment!"

In general, an ambiguous answer is equivalent to a default.

This is basically the formula used in movies and TV dramas.

Cao Yu's smile vanished, and his eyes turned cold once more.

"Don't worry, I will leave the island nation tonight, return to the monkey country and change my appearance. Carlos will never exist again."

Carlos was very sensible and made clear arrangements for himself, ensuring that he would not cause Cao Yu any trouble.

"Since you are now dead, I would like to borrow something from you."

"Please tell me, and I will give you whatever I have."

"If we don't bring back the head on my neck, it will be difficult to explain to our suspicious boss."

Cao Yu has his own principles: the mission must be completed!

Compared to the $20 million Carlos offered, the distillery was the real long-term meal ticket.

With one full meal and every full meal, the choice is obvious.

"You promised to spare my life after taking the money. Do you even deserve to be called a man if you go back on your word?"

Did I agree to that?

Cao Yu's words nearly made Carlos spit out a mouthful of blood in anger.

That's the truth!

From the moment he took out the check to the moment he wrote down the amount, Carlos was talking to himself the whole time. Cao Yu never promised to spare his life once he received the money.

Since they didn't agree, it's not a breach of promise.

"You despicable scoundrel! Did you think I was completely unprepared when I dared to come to this island nation to act as a puppet ruler?"

"If you dare to lay a finger on me, don't even think about leaving this room."

"Twenty million US dollars, you don't want to have the life to take it but not the life to spend it, do you?"

In despair, Carlos's eyes turned fierce.

A cornered dog will jump over the wall; a cornered rabbit will bite.

He was going to die either way, so he was willing to risk his life for a chance at survival.

"I hate threats the most. While you were enjoying your abalone, all your bodyguards, both overt and covert, have been taken care of by me."

"Just stick out your neck obediently, I'll cut off your head and leave, you won't have to suffer any more, isn't that great?"

Cao Yu exhaled dismissively and wiped the blade with his sleeve.

"Wrong, this is my trump card!"

Carlos reached into the headboard and found two hand grenades in his hand.

What a true hero!

Cao Yu had to admire his courage. Hiding a bomb in the crack of the headboard, wasn't he afraid of it exploding in the middle of the night?

"I'll drag you down with me even if I die."

"hehe!"

Cao Yu smiled contemptuously, feinted a slash to snatch a grenade, and immediately released the pin and put it in his mouth.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out, Cao Yu puffed out his cheeks, and exhaled a puff of black smoke.

"You're testing me with this? Who do you think you are?"

He's a professional at handling bombs.

After being modified by the Bomb Fruit ability, Cao Yu himself is like a bomb, completely immune to all explosive damage.

A mere hand grenade is utterly insignificant.

"Monster, you're a monster..."

A scene beyond the realm of cognition caused Carlos to completely break down.

Cao Yu didn't want to waste any more time, so he swiftly beheaded him.

He then tore off a sheet, wrapped it up simply, glanced at the two trembling girls in the corner, and left.

According to the organization's regulations, each task must be handled thoroughly, leaving no trace.

But Cao Yu had his own principles.

The two girls did not hinder his actions and posed no threat whatsoever, so there was absolutely no need to kill them all.

Cao Yu was completely unconcerned about whether the two would cooperate with the Japanese police investigation.

They have long been mortal enemies of the island nation's police and the US FBI, so there is no difference between having one more charge and having one less charge.

If you have a lot of lice, you won't be afraid of being bitten. What's wrong with getting two more?

Moreover, Cao Yu had his own plans.

He wanted to see how Gin would respond if the matter wasn't handled properly and was exposed by the Japanese police.

If they were to simply erase him as usual, Cao Yu would have a good reason to take his place.

Anyone who opposes us, we'll kill them!

Even if the brewery's behind-the-scenes boss, Karasuma Renya, came in person, it would be the same.

Chapter 32 A New Code Name for the Winery

A bar in Okinawa!

Gin sat in a dimly lit corner, a small mountain of cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray on the table, with a half-empty cocktail next to him.

The recent scandal at the distillery, with the discovery of undercover agents, has left him extremely frustrated.

After a period of investigation, the perpetrators have been largely eliminated.

Gin couldn't guarantee that it would be completely eradicated.

Aside from Vodka, Chianti, and Cohen, the rest of the members could all be spies sent by some country.

Even Vermouth.

"Boss, the only rat that's been exposed is Shuichi Akai. Who should we send to deal with him?"

Vodka carefully reviewed the list of undercover agents, and now only the most troublesome Shuichi Akai remained unresolved.

With the protection of the US FBI, it would be extremely difficult to take him down.

"There's no rush. I'll take action myself when the time is right."

Gin lit a cigarette, and the image of Shuichi Akai flashed through his mind.

The man known as the Silver Bullet knows better than anyone how strong he is.

Whether it's long-range sniping, close-quarters combat, or intelligence and adaptability, they are all top-notch.

It's a pity he's an FBI agent; otherwise, with a little training, he could definitely become a formidable figure at the distillery.

Gin wasn't comfortable leaving such a person to his subordinates, so he had to take matters into his own hands.

"Boss, are we really going to wait for that guy in Okinawa for three days?"

"What do you say?"

"The boss is very thoughtful. If that guy can't complete the mission, staying in Okinawa will allow us to clean up his mess in time."

Vodka did not think highly of Cao Yu.

Having the guts to bomb the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building doesn't necessarily make one a suitable assassin.

Boom!

A spherical object wrapped in a bed sheet slammed onto the table, interrupting their conversation; red liquid could be vaguely seen seeping out.

Given Gin's short temper, he definitely wouldn't tolerate being tricked.

Before he could make a move, Cao Yu plopped down on the chair next to him.

"A real man should drink the strongest liquor and ride the most spirited horse. Cocktails are bland and tasteless, how boring."

"Bartender, a glass of Erguotou, or Laobaigan, please!"