Furuya Rei replied with a sweet, innocent smile: "I don't know what you're talking about. Don't tell me you don't understand the concept of parallel universes. Hasn't my organization already investigated it thoroughly? What, Vermouth, are you lacking confidence in the organization's intelligence?"
Smooth-talking Bourbon.
A sore loser, Vermouth.
The two exchanged a glance, then both looked away.
Vermouth set that aside and turned to look for Gin, saying suggestively, "I really want to know what happened between you and Vongola. Even the always cold and ruthless Gin would have a day where he covers for someone else."
I'm curious, in those deleted contents, what exactly was it that made our ruthless killer feel a moment of compassion, causing him to betray the Organization?
You'd agree, wouldn't you? The one who knows you best is your other self.
Gin, tell me, is the person inside still a killer loyal to the Organization?
No.
Vermouth's question served as an affirmation. She believed that Gin could also see the issue—the person inside was going to great lengths to cover for Sawada Tsunayoshi and provide him with convenience.
She was even certain that Gin absolutely knew that Sawada Tsunayoshi's attitude was questionable, that he knew about the rats within the organization, but he didn't care, because his loyalty had long since shifted to someone else.
So, what exactly happened? She was very curious. Just what did Sawada Tsunayoshi use to win over the wild dog's loyalty?
"That is none of your business, Vermouth." Gin's grim pupils fixed directly on Vermouth, the cold light in his gaze more piercing than the frigid winds of Siberia.
That's not me.
Furuya Rei suddenly interjected, "Vermouth, that's not right. You can't just take those settings from news about parallel worlds and apply them to us. Didn't you see that Gin denied it?"
Her eyes, filled with a smile, held a hint of lethal poison. "See, even Gin has denied it. If you keep talking like that, you won't be very well-liked."
Vermouth's smile instantly faded: "Mind your own business. You'd better make sure your people's tails are well-hidden, otherwise, you know what happens."
Sorry, I'm a member of the Black Organization, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Furuya Rei covered his mouth with an exaggerated, theatrical gesture. "Saying that, you wouldn't happen to be the one with a guilty conscience, would you, Vermouth? You'd better pray that no dirt on you surfaces next, otherwise, I'll be sure to take note of it."
Vermouth's gaze looked as if she were going to devour someone.
In the area where Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't see, Amuro Tooru and the other two went out together, they even ran into someone else on the road, who asked them what they were going to do.
Amuro Tooru said they were going to carry out the mission given to them by Lord Gin.
Moroboshi Dai didn't want to deal with it and turned to walk away.
Eh? But has Lord Gin already left Japan?
Moroboshi Dai stopped in his tracks.
Amuro Tooru's smile became much more sincere all at once. He immediately called the other person's name intimately, then surreptitiously handed over something: "We are newcomers, whereas you, Senior, know much more. Since Lord Gin has left, whose mission are we fulfilling?"
His eyes darkened deep within; it seemed that the action plans and contingency plans tailored to Gin's preferences would not work. He had been thinking of how to cater to Gin's tastes in order to get even closer to the inner circle.
That person felt the weight in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.
Was he really so tactless as to go asking about other people's missions? If he were truly like that, he would have died countless times by now.
He stopped specifically to ask this one question, all for the sake of the extra thickness in his hand.
Since you look familiar, I'll tell you—the evaluator for this mission has become Xishijia Ya. He is extremely mysterious; no one knows his true face except for those few at the highest level.
His level of secrecy and importance is very high, but there is no doubt that Gin trusts him; I heard his codename was chosen by Gin and him together.
That man narrowed his eyes: "I'll give you some exclusive news: do not provoke Xishijia Ya, do not underestimate him just because you haven't witnessed his methods."
If you provoke Xishijia Ya, Gin will be watching you.
After saying this, he left, humming a tune in a pleasant mood.
The three people left behind pondered the meaning of his words.
By offending Xishijia Ya, Gin will watch you. This means the two of them are on the same side, Gin cherishes Xishijia Ya so much that he won't allow anyone to make her angry?
What the hell?
A novel's plot?
Anyway, he couldn't bring himself to process how the cold and bloodthirsty Gin had suddenly become so gentle; it was far too terrifying.
Amuro Tooru kept his doubts to himself, then turned back and spread his hands. "As for the cost just now, you'll have to pay me in A. This is intelligence I paid for."
Moroboshi Dai said in a low voice, "How much?"
One million each.
Midorikawa Hikari was so angry he laughed: "Are you acting as a middleman? I just saw it; you definitely didn't give that much. Tell me, how exactly do you carry three million on your person?"
Amuro Tooru narrowed his eyes slyly: "It's not three million, it's two million, because of the intelligence I gathered, I won't split the cost."
Moroboshi Dai silently pulled out a card and handed it to Amuro Tooru. "Take it and swipe it. Next time you get some intel, remember to share it; I'll give you a proper reward."
He bit down on the words "appropriate reward."
Amuro Tooru let out a whistle. "A decisive person. Even though I still dislike you, I don't dislike your straightforwardness."
This card should be worth more than a million, right? Is the rest meant to be my service fee?
Moroboshi Dai replied in a low voice, "No, you can only swipe one million; give me the rest back tomorrow."
That way, he could also take the little thing inside back.
That's right, there were a tracker and a listening device inside, both of which were the latest FBI technology.
Amuro Tooru smiled and handed the card back to Moroboshi Dai without hesitation. "No need. I have no obligation to run errands for you. Go withdraw the money yourself; give me the million tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned and left, without giving Moroboshi Dai a single chance to speak.
After finishing reading their conversation, Midorikawa Hikari also said indifferently, "I'm leaving."
The three of them parted ways.
An hour later, in a safe house, Furuya Rei and Morofushi Hiromitsu successfully met.
Furuya Rei could not hide his anxiety at this moment: "Hiromitsu, why are you in here? This won't do. There is only enough room for one of us to be an undercover agent; you cannot get involved."
He even blamed the police, complaining about how such a massive oversight could go unnotified. Two classmates entering an organization as undercover agents—if they hadn't been so capable, they would have been exposed the moment they met.
Hiromitsu patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Rei, I know your concerns, but since I've come this far, there's no turning back for me. What will you do if I leave now?"
I can find a way.
Hiromitsu Morofushi looked at him: "Don't say such things in anger; you know we have no other choice."
Furuya Rei lowered his eyes.
The television in the background happened to be broadcasting news about the bomb, detailing the causes and circumstances, while a photo of Hara Kenji flashed across the screen.
The two looked up instantly, catching the information.
Hara
Furuya Rei pulled out his phone, wanting to ask Hara Kenji something, but he held back. His finger paused on the screen, where a message from Hara Kenji still remained.
Where did you go?
There was no news after that.
Hiromitsu comforted him: "I know you're worried about them, but they are already safe. When we have some free time, we can go visit them in secret."
After all, given their current identities, even the slightest connection to their friends would be bad for both sides.
The two undercover agents comforted each other inside the safe house.
Fortunately, both were very rational people. After grieving for a while, they began discussing how to drive Moroboshi Dai out so that the two of them could claim all the credit. They then deliberated on how to protect the winery owner, as he surely knew many secrets, they could gain even more information about the Black Organization if they brought him back for thorough interrogation.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was also thinking about how to protect the boss.
On the other side, Moroboshi Dai was also contacting the people from the FBI; they all wanted to snatch the Boss away from the Black Organization.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's head was throbbing from thinking; he had no idea how he was going to explain to the people at the police station that he possessed precognitive abilities and could know exactly when someone would be murdered.
Before he could figure out what to do, a phone call came in from the police.
Someone asked him to attend the winery owner's birthday party, because the owner's wife is a philanthropist, the police hope she can hold a lecture on their behalf.
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't understand the news above; he only knew one thing: he would need to attend the banquet in his true form.
No way, how could this happen to him? Sawada Tsunayoshi could already foresee what kind of chaotic scene would unfold, he really didn't want to attend.
At this time, Sawada Tsunayoshi was merely feeling some resistance toward attending the banquet. He didn't know that once the banquet truly began, all that would await him were even more explosive scenes, even more dramatic plots, even more twisted character relationships.
Chapter 71: Conan Live Day 30
The winery owner is dead.
But it wasn't any of the four Black Organization members or anything like that.
They didn't even have to lay a finger on them, the person was already dead.
Sawada Tsunayoshi came to a conclusion: there were no idle people in Beika Group; every single one of them was a master.
Moreover, it wasn't just the winery owner who died; the owner's new bride died, the officiant died, the bridesmaid died, a waiter died as well.
Five people died!
A full five people, all of them breathed their last right before Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes. As a dignified policeman, he naturally wouldn't step in to handle the case.
Moreover, he saw the familiar Mr. Mori Kogoro here, his daughter Ms. Mori Ran, Mr. Kudo Shinichi.
The familiar Inspector Megure also arrived.
The three groups gathered together and looked at each other. They were all old friends who had experienced countless cases together, so there was no need for pleasantries; everyone looked at one another and sighed in unison.
For some reason, Mori Kogoro felt like he was aging rapidly. He put his hands in his pockets. "I bet one of these five cases involves a crime of passion."
Inspector Megure puffed out his big belly: "And vendetta killings."
They all looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi together. Tsunayoshi sighed helplessly and followed suit: "And there are also financial disputes."
Yes, it was that kind of certainty, because among the five people, there were definitely these kinds of situations; this was a pattern they had summarized over a long period of time.
Whether it was cases he had personally experienced or memories that had merely flickered through his mind like a passing glance, they all told Sawada Tsunayoshi that Beika Group was full of talented people, every single one of them was a reserve member of Gotham.
They were highly intelligent; even an ordinary person might have a sudden flash of brilliance while committing a crime one day, with ideas about chemical poisons, mechanical explosives, superb acting, keen insight, high intelligence for solving puzzles, or a sense of mystery for setting them up rushing into their minds..