Conan: Another Famous Detective

"We're out of danger, how's the car doing?" Yu Gongming asked.

"Phew! That's good. There's no problem here. No one has approached the vehicle. Everything is fine." Conan replied.

"Okay, we'll go back right away. Keep an eye on us." After Yu Gongming explained, he and Meng Yu rushed towards the meeting point.

After a while.

The three men successfully met up, quickly got into the car and left the place.

inside the car.

"Are you not injured?" Yu Gongming asked worriedly.

"It's okay. After all, the light is not very sufficient. Even if it is gin, the aim will be affected in some way. Apart from being a little embarrassed, there is no injury." Meng Yu said with a smile.

"Fortunately, there is no danger at all." Conan finally relaxed completely after hearing this.

"Now let's take care of this car, and then we can call it a day!" Hanemiya Akira said with a smile.

"Well, let me deal with the surveillance near the Aido Hotel first..." Meng Yu said and already started to operate the mobile phone.

Conan looked at the two people who were busy with their own affairs, looked around, and glanced at their backpacks.

These two backpacks are now bulging, and you can tell at a glance that they contain a lot of stuff.

Conan frowned slightly, took both backpacks to the back row, opened the zippers and started to check:

"Hey! Did you rob those guys of their weapons again?" Conan shouted while looking at the pile of rifle parts in his backpack.

"Yes, since we have to fight against the organization, the more weapons and so on, the better! This method is much better than obtaining it from other channels!" Yu Gongming said with a smile.

"But, there are only a few of us, so we don't need so many sniper rifles!" Conan retorted.

"Why can't you use it? Can't I, Mengyu, and you all use it?" Yu Gongming said with a smile.

"Are you kidding me? With my real physique, I could easily break my arm if shot, right?" Conan pointed at his child's body.

"What if you become Kudo Shinichi?" Akira Hanomiya asked.

"Well, if it gets bigger, I can barely use it...wait! That's not the point!" Conan glared at Hanemiya Akira:

"Originally, I tolerated the last time you took Black Sakura's weapons as your own. After all, to deal with the organization, appropriate weapons are indeed necessary, but look at how many you have taken now!?"

Conan pointed to the parts in the bag: "These are sniper rifles! These are powerful firearms!"

"Is this called powerful? At least it needs to be equipped with a grenade launcher, right?" Meng Yu, who was operating a mobile phone at the side, interjected.

"Hey!" Conan glared at Mengyu again.

Meng Yu curled up her lips, ignored Conan's gaze, and continued busy with her own affairs.

"We also need sniper rifles." Yu Gongming finally became serious:

"Its high-precision and long-range characteristics allow us to observe the situation at a safe distance and intervene hundreds of meters or even kilometers away when necessary."

"Such characteristics are necessary for our subsequent operations. Therefore, whether it is a small and easy-to-carry pistol or a long-distance shooting sniper rifle, it is best to get one."

"But..." Conan seemed to want to say something else, but Akira Hanomiya interrupted directly:

"Okay, haven't we made an agreement before? We will only use these weapons to deal with organizations. As for normal times, we will never use them, so don't worry!"

Conan was silent for a while, then shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. In short, this kind of thing must not be abused!"

"I know!" Yu Gongming smiled.

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In a parking lot near the Cupido Hotel,

Gin slowly leaned against the driver's seat and smoked silently. The smoke he exhaled made his expression hazy.

"Brother..." Vodka's voice suddenly sounded.

Gin raised his head slightly and saw Belmod walking over holding Vodka.

Gin glanced at the two of them lightly and opened the door lock without saying anything.

Belmode and Vodka sat in the back row one after another.

After hearing the sound of the car door closing, Gin immediately started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

A moment later, on the road in Tokyo.

"You woman, why are you there?" Gin's cold voice sounded.

"Didn't I tell you? I'll stay at the Cupido Hotel tonight!" Belmode said with a smile.

Gin's hand on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and after being silent for a while, he said, "...you installed a bug on Vodka?"

"Oh?" Belmode smoothed his beautiful blond hair, showing interest: "Why do you think so?"

"It's enough if you can get there at that time." Gin said lightly.

Belmod let out a "heh": "If you think so, that's up to you, but I have to remind you that you seem to have... messed things up again!"

Gin's body trembled slightly, and he even accidentally stepped on the brakes, causing the car's speed to drop instantly!

Both Vodka and Belmod were shaken by the impact of the brakes.

"Well--"

The vodka even accidentally touched the wound, causing him to groan in pain.

Belmode held the car door and sat down again. He didn't look angry at all, but smiled and said:

"Don't be so excited! Anyway, you have made enough mistakes recently, so this time is not bad, right? And strictly speaking, this time it should be a vodka problem, right?"

Gin snorted coldly and didn't reply.

Although Vodka's initial decision to trade in advance was very stupid, his subsequent response could not be called clever. It can even be said that he completely fell into the opponent's calculation.

Not only was Vodka injured, but he also lost several snipers!

Although the organizer has a great cause, special personnel such as snipers cannot be lost without loss.

Whether it is hiring or training, the cost of a sniper can easily start at tens of millions of dollars. When he lost three of them at once, Gin felt choked up in his heart when he thought of this.

Even though he knew there was no point in regretting, he still couldn't help thinking that if he had directly rejected the other party's so-called "deal" and left with them, maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this.

However, even he knew very well that even if it happened again, he would never give up like this.

"Black Sakura! Just wait for me! I will make you regret it!" Gin said through gritted teeth.

"Oh? How are you sure they are Black Sakura?" Belmode asked doubtfully.

Gin was silent for a while, then recounted the conversation he had with the other party after the communication was interfered with, and finally concluded:

"Those guys should be the only ones who know that I recently used the police to target Black Sakura, and that I'm also interested in you and calling you that description."

"That's right..." Belmod nodded slightly, a thoughtful look flashed deep in his eyes.