The Split-Actress in Conan's World

“There are many truths in this world.”

On the rooftop of Beihu Hotel, Glenfiddich put one hand in his pocket and looked towards Beihu Park with a telescope. The height difference of dozens of meters allowed him to see everything happening there.

“Only when you stand high enough can you see farther and more comprehensively.”

Behind him, Vermouth hugged her chest and looked at him without saying a word.

"Look, isn't this quite lively?"

Grunfiddi recited silently, pointing out what he saw one by one: "Our people, the Self-Defense Forces, the Public Security Bureau, the FBI, and... that kid named Kudo Shinichi."

Triggering the key words, Vermouth walked up, snatched the telescope from his hand, and looked down.

Following the direction pointed by Glenfiddich, I saw a small figure as expected. Who else could it be but Conan?

When did Cool guy get together with the FBI?

Seeing Belmode's doubts, Glenfiddich lit a cigarette and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in boring kids."

"As for why he's with the FBI, it's probably because you came into contact with him during the failed operation at the dock last time. After all, Rye couldn't help but show up."

They could also hear what was happening on Gin's side through the headset, and from Chianti's impatient urging, they knew that her sniper rifle was obviously aimed at Yasuki Domon.

"Oh, it seems that this operation will have more twists and turns." Glenfiddich showed some interest, although it was not high to begin with.

Upon hearing this, Vermouth used a telescope to capture the scene and found that the little boy in the blue suit was ready to move.

So she watched with her own eyes as he ran to a corner of the park lawn and kicked the automatic watering device with his unscientific pair of shoes. A small artificial rain covered half of the Beihu Park. Passers-by opened their umbrellas one after another. The colorful umbrella caps were so dense that it looked like clusters of gorgeous flowers blooming in early winter.

Yasuki Domon's bodyguard also opened the umbrella, covering most of Yasuki Domon's muscular figure on the bench.

She clearly heard Chianti make a disdainful "tsk" sound on the channel, and then he started to urge Gin noisily.

"I've locked the angle. Can you shoot? Hurry up, I can't bear it anymore. An umbrella can't stop my bullets!"

"Wait." Gin was not affected by her at all and spoke in a steady voice.

"Using an umbrella will reduce your chances of hitting the target, and it would be bad if you alert the enemy."

As a seasoned hunter, he had plenty of patience.

More importantly, he had cleared all the tasks in recent period and made time for this important task, just to kill with one strike and not to accept any surprises.

"But it's really strange, there's obviously no sign of rain..." Vodka muttered, followed by the sound of a car window lowering.

"Hey, it's raining here too?"

As he raised his honest voice of surprise, a light drizzle began to fall.

It was not artificial rain caused by Conan, but a real drizzle.

Glenfiddich stretched out his hand, felt a few points of coldness on his palm, couldn't help but chuckle, and put out the cigarette.

"It looks like this kid is lucky."

On the other side of the headset, Gin certainly didn't know the story behind the rain. He just felt unfortunate for the rain. At the same time, he permanently blocked the weather forecast program of Nichiuri TV in his heart.

"Chianti, Kiel, Cohen, retreat temporarily and meet up at the old place in an hour."

Vermouth had mixed feelings. Looking at Conan through the telescope, who was thankfully receiving this timely help, she felt a little melancholy.

How did Cool guy know about today's action...

"A bug, what else?" Gryffindor took off his top hat and brushed off the raindrops on it.

"Didn't Gin feel that the signal was bad when he called Gil before? It was probably because someone had installed a bug on that woman."

"Is Kiel an undercover?" Vermouth listened to his tone and pondered for a while.

"I don't know. My intuition suggests so, but the investigation results suggest otherwise."

Seeing Vermouth standing there in deep thought, Grenfiddich turned around and called out to her in confusion, "What are you standing there for? We're done for now."

Vermouth quickly followed and asked the question in her mind.

Since the last time, she rarely suppressed her curiosity about Grenfiddich. After all, it seemed that there was nothing this man didn't know.

"Then why don't you check her out yourself? There's no way an undercover agent could hide under your nose, right?"

It was Glenfiddich who turned his head in surprise.

"Why check her?"

Seeing that she looked confused, Grunfiddi rubbed his hands in front of him, blew on them to warm them, and said a few more words of explanation.

"Who cares if she's an undercover agent or not? She's doing the same thing anyway. Why would we investigate her?"

After thinking for a while, he added with a smile: "Oh no, if she is lazy and slacking off, she should be punished to prevent her from becoming a borer."

"But aren't you afraid that your undercover agent might steal some important results or intelligence?"

"Why be afraid?"

Glenfiddich was a little surprised. This woman had obviously been away from home for too long and had no idea of ​​the fundamental logic of the organization's operation.

"Whether they are undercover agents or real members of the organization, we are all on guard against them. You don't think that you can get access to the real inside story just by getting a higher position, do you?"

He sneered, "If that were the case, Gin would have been qualified to know the things behind Drug A long time ago."

"In fact, whether they are undercover or not, once they join the organization, there is only one result, and that is to work for us. On the contrary, undercovers are more useful because they come with a purpose. If ordinary members of the organization are really determined to be lazy, they will not work hard no matter how much they are stimulated. But as long as the undercovers make some noise from time to time to scare them, they will become diligent like clockwork."

Vermouth was silent for a while, then asked, "What about the operation? If this operation fails due to undercover interference, it will be a real loss, right?"

Glenfiddich smiled.

"Gin is in charge of the operation. If it fails, he will naturally be the one to worry about it."

"But this operation is not important..."

"Yeah." Grunfiddie stood still, dense raindrops fell on him, making him look like a raincoat made of mist.

"For such an important operation, how can we only pin our hopes on assassination?"

There was a dangerous and bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes that made Vermouth shudder subconsciously, as if she saw the old man who had been her nightmare for half her life.

"Assassination, suppression of public opinion, political exclusion, economic sanctions, coercion and inducement... there is always one method that suits him."

"Gin is just the person in charge of one of the links. If the assassination operation succeeds, that's great. If it fails, there are naturally other means."

"An organization is nothing more than a knife. A table knife has its own uses, and a kitchen knife naturally has its own uses. It all depends on the needs of the owner."

"Whether they are undercover or something else, they are just a knife in our hands."

His eyes were blazing, and the ambition and madness hidden in them made Vermouth feel a little cold.

"Do you know why the old man handed over the power and authority of the organization to me so easily?"

Glenfiddich smiled and took out a cigarette case, then lit his lighter in the misty rain. The faint flame flickered in the wind and rain, but it was very tenacious and never went out.

call--

He exhaled, his face hidden behind the smoke.

"Because a knife is just a tool."

"It seems that you have been immersed in the organization for too long these years and have forgotten our original identities. Mysticism is of course effective, but it is not necessary."

"Suspicion is the duty of a minister, and it is also a gift from the monarch."

"Don't forget...we are the ones in power."