put on my white vest

The owner of the curry bistro heard a hasty knock on the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he took a step back in fright. Standing at the door was a man in black and black hat, with long silver hair loose behind him and a stern face. The pistol/gun pinned to his waist was obviously not a toy.

At that moment, the owner and chef of the restaurant flashed many movies in his mind, and his first reaction was to inform Oda Sakunosuke to run away with the children.

I saw this fat middle-aged chef shaking the flesh on his body, put down the spatula in his hand and said courageously: "You...what do you want to do, what are you coming to me!"

In the next second, a black unknown object rushed towards his face, and the boss subconsciously closed his eyes and squatted down with his head in his arms.

——But the expected explosion sound did not sound, but the head was slapped painfully.

The silver-haired man urged concisely: "Put on the body armor."

"Then take those brats and follow me here, safe house."

"Eh?? Wait, wait..."

"Stop talking nonsense and act quickly."

"Could it be... I remembered, it was Gin-san who came here with Oda a year ago?!"

"......it's me."

"I understand," the middle-aged chef suddenly looked serious, "Oda must have encountered something, the kind of '欻欻欻——'" 'Bang Bang Bang——' in the movie."

"I'm going to bring the kids down right now, please wait for Gin-san for a while."

Although the way of expression is very strange, it seems that the fat chef quickly got the situation.

I would also like to thank Oda Sakunosuke and the five children for not speaking ill of him in the past two years. After all, he has been chasing the outline of the novel written by Oda Sakunosuke himself, and Lian Tsurukawa was impatient when he urged the manuscript.

Five little radish heads and a fat chef quickly squeezed into the expensive car. The chef looked at the tightly tightened seat belt and scratched his head embarrassedly: "I've gained weight recently, I'm sorry."

The silver-haired killer glanced at the co-pilot, who looked extremely cramped at the moment, and glanced at the leather seat under the feet of the children who were leaning together, Wuyan decided to ask Sakunosuke Oda for a car maintenance fee.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and left the place quickly.

As expected, not a block away—

"boom--"

"Boom-boom--"

The fat chef just watched the curry shop he had been running for decades turn into a sea of ​​flames in the heat wave.

He involuntarily shrank back into the corner, leaned on the seat in a cold sweat from fright, and said at a loss: "This...they...you..."

The children huddled on the co-pilot like quails, and hugged each other tightly because of fear. Should they be the orphans who fought against the leader? None of these children panicked or broke down and cried.

Just as the silver-haired killer was about to speak, his sharp senses sensed a dangerous aura.

"All bow down!"

Shhhhhhhhhhhh! !

□□The sound of bullets, are you catching up...

"Tch, it's not slow..."

Although the pursuers were close at hand, the silver-haired killer did not panic at all.

He opened his eyes wide with excitement, his dark gray eyes were filled with madness, and the killer sneered as he looked at the Mimic members who were trying to surround him.

"Whoever gave you the illusion, I will still drive my Porsche like that time in Detroit."

Gin didn't want to admit at all that it was because the top speed of his beloved car was not enough that he let Gide slip away easily that time.

By the way Gin did you even ship the Porsche 356A to North America? ?

The silver-haired killer, who was ready to show his shame, quickly shifted gears and turned the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator hard with his short boots!

The pointer on the speed dial hit [-] in an instant, the sound of air tearing sounded, and the streamlined sports car turned into a phantom on the streets of Yokohama.

Dodge Viper STR - the favorite car brand of the sniper Chianti in the black organization. This model is a super sports car series launched after Chrysler acquired Dodge Brothers. It is a representative of American sports cars.

Wild and extreme power and almost primitive handling, lightweight body with high-horsepower and high-torque engine, it is very suitable for hunting and killing.

The sound of the roaring engine roared on the road that no one dared to stop, and the fast-speed wheels rubbed against the ground to raise dust.

The scene outside the window quickly reversed, the black and white car body and the afterimage formed a straight line, running at top speed on the road to the destination!

The dashboard ran all the way to 300, but Mimic, who used an ordinary car, was unwilling to be left behind by this crazy Dodge Viper, and could only watch them leave.

In front of the sea of ​​fire on the other side.

"Odasaku..."

"Calm down, Odasaku!"

Osamu Dazai grabbed the red-haired man who was screaming and rushing into the burning room: "I haven't confirmed that the children and uncle are inside, and even if you go in now..."

With such a big fire, the consequences in the house may be even more unacceptable.

"... Let go, Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke's face was covered with sweat, his eyes were bloodshot due to too intense emotion, and his expression was disturbingly distorted.

"It's my responsibility, I have to confirm it. If...if the children and Uncle Chef really..."

He couldn't continue, his dry voice was choked in his throat, and his chest was full of self-blame and remorse.

"They're not in there—"

"What... what?!"

The sound of crisp potato chips breaking interrupted the desperate Oda Sakunosuke. The young man in a beret and plaid shawl was standing in front of the fire with a bag of original potato chips and said in a calm voice. The words undoubtedly gave the red-haired man hope.

"Really?! You said they weren't in it...then...then..."

Are they still alive? ——Edogawa Ranpo saw the urgent request from the man's eyes, and this was his life-saving straw.

So a detective decisively told him the answer: "Of course he is still alive!"

The red-haired man subconsciously chose to believe the answer, he took two steps back and murmured in a daze, "Really... that's great, it's really great..."

Osamu Dazai took a step forward to block his friend who was too emotionally fluctuating, and asked a little vigilantly: "Ranpo Edogawa from the Armed Detective Agency, why did you come here?"

"Really, do you think that Lord Ranpo wanted to come by himself! If it wasn't for forgetting to pay back the money owed to that person..."

"Here, this is your mobile phone! It was accidentally dropped on the street. My commission is to find this mobile phone and return it to you. You can see it yourself."

The mobile phone covered with dirt and dust was stuffed into the assistant of Oda Sakuyuki by the famous detective. The famous detective who completed the commission carefully looked at the two people in front of him before leaving.

"One is okay, the other doesn't look too good..."

——Ranpo-sama’s future colleague, trouble...

Holding the snacks, he turned around and left, silently writing off the snack money owed to a certain cadre of the port mafia two years ago in his heart.

**

Three 10 minutes ago.

The silver-haired cadre turned on his mobile phone. He had just left the Hong Kong/Black Building in a hurry. He wanted to contact Sakunosuke Oda directly to explain the situation, but the other party's mobile phone had indeed been unanswered.

Send the arrangement and plan to the other party by text message, and then call Ango Sakaguchi with a private number while driving, whose status shows that he is suspected of Mimic undercover.

"Gin-san—"

"Tell the Ability Secret Service Division that I want the details of all Mimic's strongholds in Yokohama."

Gin, who has been a subordinate for several years, decisively threw off the opponent's vest: "You are an undercover official, right?"

The young man on the other end of the phone was startled. Although the negotiation with Mori Ogai had been completed in the morning, this matter should not have been made public. His information in the organization should be Mimic's undercover agent.

"..."

"As expected of Gin-san."

"The Ability Secret Service Division has entrusted the Port Mafia/Hand Party to purge Mimic, and the detailed information will be packaged and sent to the intelligence department soon. Gin-san can apply for access as long as he has permission."

"Ah."

"Let's put away the official one. Sakaguchi, you know why I came back at this time."

The black-haired young man shook his right hand holding the phone, and was speechless for a moment.

He did know that Gin and Oda had a good relationship, but he didn't expect that he would run back to the country directly because of this person, so it seemed that he, the guy who drank with him every day...

Too cold-blooded and heartless.

Ango Sakaguchi covered his eyes and smiled bitterly: "Yes, it will be delivered to your mailbox within 5 minutes."

He blinked away the soreness in his eyes, hesitated for a while and added: "Please..."

"Please, Gin-san."

The mobile phone vibrated, and the intelligence data was in place.

Fine, next up is the famous detective who owes money.

——"Moshi Moxi, this is the Armed Detective Agency, what can I do for you?"

——"I'm looking for Ranpo Edogawa."

——"Huh? Is there a designated commission, you can tell me first, I will come from here——ah! Ranpo-san!"

A burst of murmurs and rustling conversations passed, and the voice of a female clerk was no longer heard.

Edogawa Ranpo's relaxed voice came out: "Moshi Moshi Killer-kun, I guessed that you would contact Ranpo-sama, so I didn't go out!"

Great, the right tool has been found.

So the silver-haired killer quickly said: "Help me find a mobile phone, XX brand S-XX model black, the owner has probably been to XX block today, and then delivered it to the door of XX curry restaurant, and the recipient is Oda Sakunosuke."

"The entrustment fee is what it was two years ago, including principal and interest."

"Hey, I got it, just wait for Master Ranpo to show his skills!"

I had already guessed that the other party did not accept the repayment sent by the president afterwards, not because of generosity, but because I wanted to ask myself for help, but I didn't expect that it was because... a friend?

Unexpected and not unexpected results.

Alright, Lord Ranpo accepts this commission!