Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"squeak."

The Porsche 356A and Viper drove in slowly.

The warehouse was spacious and dark, with a few beams of dazzling sunlight shining inside through the gaps.

But how can a few rays of sunlight illuminate the darkness?

Curacao turned on his flashlight, waved his hands back and forth, and indicated the direction they were going.

When Vodka saw Gin getting out of the car, he stood up straight instantly, changing his just relaxed and lazy state, and grabbed the leather rope on the table.

Holding it in his palm, he half-squatted, swung his wrists, and whipped the scarred man on the back with the thin rope.

"Crack! Crack!"

"Say it or not! Say it or not!"

"Did you find out? Vodka."

Gin had a cigarette between his lips and his words were a little unclear.

"Brother! He keeps his mouth shut."

"I can't tell you anything at all!"

"Next, I can only use my ultimate move." Vodka turned his head and looked at the liquor on the table with a wicked smile.

"The one...without a neck...with sunglasses..."

"If you don't ask......how can I tell you..."

"Why don't you ask......"

“….” The air suddenly fell into silence.

"Why didn't you tell me when I hit you just now?"

"Deserve it!!"

"And more!! Who are you calling a neckless person?!"

Vodka clenched his fists and walked angrily towards the scarred man.

"Hey! Vodka."

"Are you lacking in mind?"

"I told you to turn on the light, why didn't you?"

Curacao, who is usually good-tempered and polite, also lowered his face and criticized Vodka in dissatisfaction.

"Crack!"

The entire warehouse suddenly became bright.

"Don't communicate too much with fools. Low IQ is contagious."

Chianti was carrying a sniper on his back, with his legs half bent, leaning against a cargo box on the side.

"The back is dirty and dusty." Cohen covered his mouth, half-tilted his horse's face, and whispered a reminder.

"I'll have to wash it when I get home, so you don't need to remind me."

Chianti chewed bubble gum and rolled his eyes at Cohen.

"Get out of the way, Vodka. Leave the interrogation to me."

Gin walked with heavy steps, his long flowing silver hair swinging. He picked up the white wine on the table and drank it in big gulps, holding it in his mouth.

Suddenly, the throat stopped moving, gargled in the mouth, and sprayed on the wounds of the five shivering people.

"what!!!"

Gin wiped the corner of his mouth, took out a dagger from his arms, and carved the word "death" on the scarred man's chest with the knife.

"Since you are their boss, I will start with you."

Gin held the remaining wine and poured it downwards like a basin, washing the fresh wound.

He was shaking with pain, his eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes, and he looked as if he was in excruciating pain.

"Where are you hiding Kyokawa Jiro's whereabouts and the confidential documents about the reagents?"

"I...I won't tell you, Gin."

"This is...the only way to reverse the situation in our country."

"I'd rather die--"

"what!!"

Gin didn't choose to continue listening to his nonsense.

The blade slid cleanly and cut off his forearm with one stroke. Gin leaned sideways, and the sprayed blood instantly dyed the dusty ground red.

His hoarse groans echoed throughout the warehouse.

"If you don't say it, there are people who will say it."

Gin half-closed his eyes, bit his cigarette holder, put the muzzle of the gun against the scarred man's forehead, and smiled faintly: "It's so noisy."

"Peng!!"

"Brother, your shooting skills are really accurate! You are worthy of being Brother Gin."

Vodka stood aside, showing a fanatical yet wise smile and clapping his hands.

"Vodka! Are you stupid?" Chianti said in a low voice, pressing his knee against his hip.

"At such a close distance, the organization will miss the target except you. I really can't think of a second choice."

"Don't make a fool of yourself on me, Vodka."

Gin's dark and gloomy eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, stared at Vodka.

"Got it...Brother."

Vodka wiped the dust off the chair with his arms and pushed it towards Gin with his short legs.

"Is there anyone who volunteers?"

Gin crossed his legs, twirled his pistol, and looked at the remaining four people with amusement.

"Wait! Listen to me, I am completely wronged!"

"I didn't steal any secrets at all."

"Everyone knows that I can't read." He slowly lowered his head, with two tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"How dare you wrongly accuse an illiterate person of stealing secrets!"

"It's outrageous! Unbelievable!"

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

"Next person."

"Gin, have you forgotten? We had dinner together before!"

"We grew up together naked when we were little!"

"I was three years old that year, and you were eighteen."

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

"If you want to die, there's no need to find such an outrageous reason."

"Gin! I'm in the morning! I'd never--"

"Peng!"

"You are the only one left. I advise you to tell the truth."

"I don't want you to experience that feeling of being worse than death."

Gin supported himself on the armrest, slowly stood up, and stared at the man.

"Kyōgawa Jiro....Jiro."

"Maybe he has...escaped."

"Where?"

"I...I don't know. No matter how many times you ask me...I will always say..."

"Boom!"

Gin knocked him out and motioned for Vodka to take him back to Budweiser's auto repair shop.

"Gin, what is the reagent that he mentioned that can change the situation?" Chianti asked.

"The biological and chemical weapons planned for use in warfare are extremely contagious and lethal."

"It's just that, Kyokawa Jiro, he betrayed the organization."

"He left with the poison and his whereabouts are still unknown."

"Once it spreads widely, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Shouldn't this kind of thing be investigated by the Japanese Self-Defense Forces or the American army stationed here?"

"Why did you entrust us to investigate? There is even a person named Vodka."

"You think too highly of yourself."

"How much do you weigh and what level do you have?"

"Don't you have any idea? Do you really have to ask me to point it out?"

"The entire organization is now investigating this matter."

"We just happened to be eliminating the undercover agent and asked a question by the way."

"Let others handle this kind of thing. Whether it spreads or not has nothing to do with me."

"After all, I only follow the boss's orders."

"Not Rum's orders."

Gin looked gloomy and stern, looking at Curacao meaningfully.

"My mission is complete, can I leave now?"

Curacao didn't respond to Gin, but changed the subject.

"Yes, Chianti, Cohen, prepare to kill the remaining personnel."

"Gin, but there are still 20 people."

"Don't worry about that. I've already handed it over to Baijiu to handle."

"I still have great faith in his abilities."

Night, ten o'clock.

Two motorcycles were speeding on the street.

"Kyokawa Jiro! I won't let you run away no matter what!"

"I can't let the pigeon fly away!"

Baijiu stared ahead with a determined gaze.