Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

"They escaped?"

"The damn tracker has been discovered!"

The car that had been chasing them arrived right after. The man yelled and cursed, and slammed the red car aside as if to vent his anger. The light from the phone screen illuminated the man's face. It seemed to be some terrifying sound. His voice was trembling, and he looked terrified, like a rat that was about to be killed by Gin.

Midorikawa had very good hearing and could roughly hear someone's name being shouted for mercy. He looked at the young master inquiringly. He had already readied his gun and was waiting for the order from the other party.

[Mr. Dazai, I lost you——]

[Don't worry, I won't blame you, useless thing~]

When he got off the bus just now, he placed a bug on the seat. Yes, it was the one that Dazai Osamu put on his sleeve before. He didn't expect it to come in handy today. Iori Yemuro listened to the useless conversation in the headset. The only information he could get was that Dazai Osamu was the main planner of the Port Mafia.

The latter seemed to have anticipated this situation a long time ago, and he might still be watching a show somewhere.

"Kill him."

The sniper pulled the trigger, and as soon as Iori Yemuro blinked, the man in the car's begging for mercy stopped abruptly. The sound of the bullet entering the human body came through the eavesdropping device, and of course there was also the joking voice of some mafia gangster.

[You are about to pay the price for your uselessness, right? ]

Iori Yamuro left the shelter and returned to the car. Although it looked tattered, it seemed to be still drivable, and the bug was still intact on the passenger seat. Of course, the man's body was still holding the phone, and the sniper had accurately shot only his head.

He made an appreciative gesture to the latter. In such a serious occasion, Midorikawa Hikaru was a little helpless. He reached out and pulled out the man's cell phone, but the other party hung up before he could say anything. He had no choice but to memorize the number and took the phone away.

The young master's car was too conspicuous, and he had just been hit by a man on the roadside, which looked quite miserable. Midorikawa Hikaru simply moved the body to the back seat and openly occupied the car of the port mafia.

After doing all this, he looked at the young master who had already sat in the passenger seat, "Are we going to look for Bourbon and the others now?"

"We don't know where they are right now. Let's wait. I'll call for help."

The young master seemed to be in a good mood at the moment. The car lights made his golden eyes shine so brightly that they didn't look human-like. With his smug expression, he looked more like a ragdoll cat that had won a fight. Midorikawa Mitsuru couldn't help but take a few more glances at him, sighing that the Yeshiro family had incredibly good genes. Both the brother and sister were gifted in terms of their faces.

Midorikawa Hikaru was not driving fast. He had just sent an email to Amuro Toru, but there was no reply yet. He was getting a little impatient.

It was late at night and there were few pedestrians on the road. The few remaining passers-by were hurrying home. Perhaps because they had just witnessed the fight, they were all frightened and dared not stay any longer.

About two minutes later, Midorikawa Mitsuru saw a figure coming out of the alley. The reason he noticed him was because the man moved incredibly fast. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, the other person had already rushed in front of the car window.

The young master pressed down his vigilant hand, and Midorikawa was a little surprised. After the car lights flashed, a familiar face appeared in front of him. It was the cyborg he had seen in the laboratory before. He had black hair and green eyes, and he was handsome. He tilted his head towards the young master, as if waiting for instructions.

Iori Yamuro gestured to 02 to sit in the back row. The latter obediently put the corpse aside, not caring about the blood on his forehead, and sat behind him in a standard sitting posture, being quite obedient.

"It's hard to get you to meet, Scotland?"

Midorikawa Hikaru only took a glance and then looked away. When he heard what the young master said, he smiled and said, "Is this our helper?"

"Let's call him 02, the number is too long." said Iori Yemuro. He didn't have the time to name the cyborg.

02's expression didn't change when he heard this. Midorikawa Mitsuru was watching him through the rearview mirror. The other party was concentrating on looking at the young master's back, completely ignoring Midorikawa Mitsuru's blatant stare. Other people were irrelevant to him, so he ignored them.

An annoying guy.

After a moment of silence, the cell phone rang.

Midorikawa Hikaru breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it must be Toru Amuro who replied to him, but the phone that kept vibrating was the one that had just been confiscated.

He answered the phone, and they all kept silent. The person on the other end of the phone angrily asked why the original owner hadn't gone over to join them. "That blond man drove to your side. Go to the intersection and stop them!"

He stepped on the accelerator and the roar of the car engine covered up Midorikawa Hikaru's voice. He responded calmly, saying that he would go there immediately and asked about the situation.

"Speak louder... If this mission is not completed, we will all be doomed!"

Not noticing anything was wrong, the person on the other end of the phone cursed, "Really... why don't you send a psychic? There's a guy here who drives a car like it's a Gundam!"

After getting the information he wanted, Midorikawa hung up the phone. He threw the phone to the young master in the passenger seat and stepped on the accelerator. The latter rolled down the window, and the cold night wind poured in, blowing away the young master's words.

But he heard it anyway.

"Come on, let's see the Mafia's lineup."

A speeding car was passing through the street, and reflective paint suddenly appeared on the road illuminated by the high beam. Seeing the owner's seductive and serpentine movements, the two quickly determined that it was Toru Amuro.

The white Mazda was very conspicuous under the pursuit of several black cars. Ye Muyi looked at the cars carefully. Those with open windows all had guns at gunpoint. The glass of the Mazda was hit and looked shaky.

"02."

He snapped his fingers, stared at the vehicle in front, and said calmly, "Stop the other vehicles over there."

The black-haired, green-eyed cyborg acted quickly without any questions or pauses. He directly opened the car door and jumped out of the car swiftly regardless of the high speed. Midorikawa Hikaru only saw something flash past his eyes without thinking. He did not stop and braked directly into the middle of the white Mazda and the mafia, blocking the chasing team from behind.

Before he could react, a familiar voice came through the car window. The man yelled, "Didn't I tell you to stop him? You idiot—"

The next second his voice was like a stuck tape, and it finally stopped after making an inexplicable malfunctioning sound. Only the sound of flesh being torn apart by something remained, and there was complete silence.

what happened?