In Conan, people have a brain option system

Three days have passed since the incident at the hot spring hotel Kosen-an in Hakone.

Vermouth's hydrogen sulfide poisoning symptoms have long since recovered.

The parts that were attacked by Masumi Sera and the mysterious man before all had dark purple bruises.

The arm that was scratched by the dagger was also sutured.

Although she still felt pain occasionally when she was moving,

this level of injury did not affect Vermouth at all.

She arrived at the base of the Karasuma Group (also known as the Black Organization) at around 10 o'clock in the morning.

However, Vermouth had just arrived at the area of ​​the core members of the organization, and she suddenly felt a little chill in her heart.

She was about to turn around and look, and suddenly felt a hard object against the back of her head.

Behind Vermouth at this moment,

a man with a Remington 700 sniper rifle, a hat and sunglasses, and a head of silver hair pointed the gun at Vermouth's head.

"Don't move."

The man's mouth moved and uttered a brief command.

Vermouth raised her hands to show that she would not resist.

She had anticipated this situation as early as the moment she killed Chianti.

So even though Vermouth was pointed at her head by a sniper rifle, she was not surprised at all.

"It's the second time."

"Vermouth, you killed Calvados and Chianti."

"If you can't explain it clearly today, then don't think about leaving here alive today."

Vermouth heard the man behind her say.

"Heh."

Vermouth chuckled and disdained the threat of the man behind her.

"You have become much more talkative now, Cohen."

The man who was pointing the gun at Vermouth at this moment was Chianti's partner who died, codenamed Cohen.

Cohen was a sniper in the organization.

Like Chianti, he had always hated Vermouth because of the death of Calvados, another sniper in the organization.

After learning that his partner Chianti died while on a mission with Vermouth,

Cohen's hatred for Vermouth increased.

When he heard Vermouth mock him, he increased the strength of his hand holding the sniper rifle and pressed the muzzle against Vermouth's head.

At the same time, his right hand finger had already pressed the trigger.

As long as his index finger exerted a little force, the head of the woman in front of him who would not age like a witch would be pierced by the bullet.

"Answer me."

Cohen gave a brief order again.

Vermouth, who raised his hands, sighed and said softly:

"It has nothing to do with me. It's better to say that Chianti is the one who dragged his feet."

"If I hadn't had to pay attention to Chianti, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

"What did you say?!"

Vermouth's words made Cohen extremely angry in an instant.

But just as he was about to make a move, he saw Belmode in front of him suddenly squatted down and got out of his gun.

And the next moment, Cohen felt his jaw being hit hard.

He was grabbed by Belmode's cheekbone from bottom to top.

At the same time, the sniper rifle in his hand was tightly grasped by Belmode's other hand, unable to move at all.

Even though Belmode's injuries have not yet healed, her combat effectiveness is still much stronger than Cohen, a sniper.

"I told you, Chianti is the one who is dragging his feet."

"Besides, Calvados committed suicide, what does it have to do with me?"

Belmode looked at Cohen in front of her with a cold face.

She was already annoyed because of the failure of the software transaction.

As a result, this waste dared to come and threaten her.

"Let go."

Just when Belmode and Cohen were in a stalemate, another cold voice sounded.

There was a tone in this voice that could not be refused.

This voice also caused Vermouth, who was constantly exerting force with her right hand, to stop instantly.

At the same time, Vermouth also saw from the corner of her eyes that another pistol was pointed at her temple.

Vermouth was also familiar with the owner of this voice, who was the third in command of the organization - Gin.

Vermouth loosened her right hand that was holding Cohen's jaw, and her left hand that was holding the sniper rifle.

As her palm moved away, a red palm print appeared on Cohen's jaw.

"Jin."

Vermouth called the man beside her.

But Gin didn't seem to take away the pistol pointed at her temple because Vermouth let go.

"Cohen is right, shouldn't you explain what happened a few days ago?"

"Neither Rum nor I have heard of any mission you and Chianti received, so what have you been doing during this time?"

Gin, who was wearing a black wide-brimmed fedora and had flowing silver hair, made a low voice.

Vermouth knew.

Unlike Cohen who only threatened him but didn't dare to actually shoot him.

Although Gin didn't have the power to command him, he really dared to shoot him.

However, Vermouth could not possibly tell Gin about her plan.

Chianti would die anyway.

She had been preparing for the software for a long time, and it was absolutely impossible to expose it at this time.

"I don't think I need to explain to you, Gin?"

"I just want to know, what did you do to cause two people to go and one person to come back?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Vermouth still rejected Gin's question with cold words.

And she also felt that the pistol that was originally facing her temple was now completely against her temple.

"Vermouth, you don't want to betray the organization and do something in private, do you?"

Gin keenly noticed Vermouth's abnormality.

"Then you think too much, Gin."

"It's just my mission, there is no need to make it public to you."

Gin stared sharply at Vermouth's eyes.

And Vermouth also did not give in at all, and firmly made an expression that he had a secret mission.

Vermouth knew that Gin was much smarter than herself.

If she revealed even a tiny flaw, Gin would probably notice it instantly.

Fortunately, Vermouth was absolutely confident in her acting skills.

Another advantage she had when facing Gin was that she was directly under the orders of the boss and had the power to act at will without having to report specifically.

"Then I won't ask about your mission, but you have to explain to me how Chianti died?"

Vermouth saw that Gin really didn't intend to reveal the matter so easily.

So he said:

"Our action plan was leaked, and Chianti and I were ambushed by the public security."

"At that time, Chianti had lost the ability to move, and I was also injured."

"In order to prevent Chianti from being caught and leaking the organization's intelligence, I had to kill her."

As Vermouth's voice fell, Cohen on the side also widened his eyes.

He gradually exerted force on the palm of his hand holding the sniper rifle, trying his best to suppress the anger in his chest.

At the same time, Toru Amuro, who had just arrived at the organization and happened to hear all this, narrowed his eyes suddenly.