The famous criminal in Conan's world

"Mr. Xiao Shantian, let's have a drink together."

The bearded man in sunglasses came over and invited Xiao Shantian.

"Who are you?"

Oyamada was a little confused. An old acquaintance of his? He couldn't recognize her.

"I am Tani Mori, Mr. Oyamada, have you forgotten? Back in Gunma Prefecture, you and I were in the same class!"

Mr. Tani Mori said

""Oh, it's Tani Mori-san! How could I forget? Come on, drink!"

Xiaoshantian looked as if he had suddenly realized something. Tani Mori? It seems that there is such a classmate, but I really don't remember him.

"Drink!"

The two of them toasted each other for a while, and finished the wine on the table.

""Mr. Oyamada, when you were transferred from Gunma Prefecture to Tokyo, we, the old brothers, were envious for a while!"

Tani Mori said with a smile, his expression was indeed the admiration of a countryman looking at a city dweller.

"Hahahaha, no, no, in fact, after coming to Tokyo, I still suffer the same bullying and have to eat for a living!"

Oyamada first smiled with satisfaction, and then began to complain.

There are more rules in Tokyo, the boss is really hard to serve, and the house prices are really high, and Tokyo will exclude outsiders.

"Even so, Xiao Shantian-san is still managing a warehouse by himself!"

Tani Mori said enviously, lowering his head and lowering his voice.

"There must be a lot of money involved here!"

Speaking of this, Xiao Shantian raised a little alert and waved his hand.

"No, no, there is no profit! Besides, I am not the only one managing the warehouse!"

Oyamada ordered another glass of wine and continued,

"There were three of us taking turns on shifts, and even the password was figured out by the three of us together!"

"I see."

Gu Sen seemed to be thinking about something, and soon changed the subject. The two of them continued to drink one cup after another.....................................................................

Another night.

Beika-cho, on the top floor of the Daikoku Building, a cocktail bar.

Gin sat in a secluded booth in the bar, drinking a glass of sherry, looking at the list that had just been sent to him on his phone.

There were dozens of names on the list, all of whom were to be cleared out, or were about to be cleared out.

For some reason, in the past two years, the number of undercovers and traitors in the organization has increased.

In the past, he would clear out a target every two or three days, and he would still have time to go to the bar and watch a horror movie.

Now, he has to clear out two or three targets a day to ensure that the task is completed within the time limit.

Alas!

I am a model worker in the organization, and I am tired!

""Big brother, big brother!"

Vodka came in and shouted at Gin.

This is the organization's bar. It has always only accepted members of the organization, or people who have contact with the organization and can be controlled.

So, Vodka yelled here, and Gin didn't say anything to him.

"Vodka, what's wrong?"

Gin looked at the Sherry in front of him and asked in a cold tone.

"Brother, the architect wants to discuss something with us."

Vodka said, adding,

"From what he said, it seems to be related to explosives."

"Oh?"

Gin thought for a moment and said to Vodka,

"Let Him In"

""Okay, big brother."

Vodka replied, walked down, and came in with a man wearing a big leather jacket, sunglasses, and a pipe.

"Gin, long time no see!"

The architect took the pipe out of his mouth, smiled and said

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Gin refused all the small talk and went straight to the point.

His master's time was very precious. On average, one life was lost for every 240 to 300 minutes.

This architect must not be able to afford to waste it.

"You are still as boring as ever."

The architect smiled and then got down to business.

"I recently received news that a new batch of gunpowder will be arriving at the Oriental Powder Depot. Are you interested?"

"The Japanese gunpowder storehouse?"

Gin thought for a moment and asked with narrowed eyes.

"You're not going to ask us to rob the gunpowder magazine, are you?"

If this is what the architect is talking about, then they can consider terminating all cooperation with the architect.

The organization doesn't need people with dull brains!

"nonono..........."The architect took his pipe and took a puff."I'm not a fool."

"There are only three security guards at the Dongyang Gunpowder Depot at night, and the rest are all electronic locks. I seem to be able to get the password to the gunpowder depot. When the time comes, your people will be responsible for transportation, and I will open the door for you."

"You guys take the lion's share of what we get in the end, I only want a certain portion"

"How is it?"

The architect said so.

After hearing what the architect said, Gin's narrowed eyes slowly widened.

"You didn't lie to us?"

If this is the case, there is basically no danger. After all, the people in the organization are all experienced and bloodthirsty masters. It's just that transportation and theft are not a problem at all......................

"Would you be so kind?"

Gin stared at the architect with his terrifying eyes, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although his right hand was still holding the glass, his left hand had already touched the edge of his Beretta M92F.

"I am not short of money, nor do I have a big demand for gunpowder. I just need some to clean up some failed works. There is no need to compete with you."

The architect did not panic in the face of Gin's intimidation, but spoke calmly, saying that he was sincere in cooperation and was a good partner.

Gin did not respond to the architect's words, but continued to stare at him.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes..............

Ten minutes later, Gin withdrew his left hand and extended it to the architect.

"We agree to cooperate"

"Hahaha, I believe your organization will not be disappointed."

The architect laughed and reached out to shake hands with Gin.

Seeing that the two parties had reached an agreement, Vodka was also very considerate and immediately arranged for the bartender to serve the architect a glass.

"Although we agree to cooperate, you must get your password, otherwise, we will terminate it at any time."

Gin reminded coldly.

The architect laughed,"Don't worry, Gin, I will definitely get the password."

The architect smiled mysteriously.

"Even if I can't do it, isn't there still a detective?"