Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Seeing Sakurai Izumi coming in from the door of Daikoku Bar, Gin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

After hearing Vermouth recount the whole process of her flirting with Sakurai Izumi today, Gin thought that this guy would hide from him for a while because of fear, but he didn't expect that he would show up that night. This was a bit unlike her style.

And didn't this person deliberately dress differently from them in order to show that she was not a member of the organization? She was wearing all black this time, could she be doing something secret tonight?

Vermouth also noticed Sakurai Izumi and smiled with her eyes narrowed slightly: "Oh, it's her? This is a bit unexpected."

She turned her head and glanced at Gin: "I trusted your judgment and thought she would avoid you for a while. I didn't expect you to guess wrong? Or..."

Vermouth showed a malicious smile on her face: "You are the one who made a mistake?"

Gin stared at Sakurai Izumi's back without saying anything.

Vermouth laughed and said, "Do you think she has guessed what monologue I performed today using your cell phone? This little girl is surprisingly perceptive."

Gin snorted coldly: "I haven't settled the score with you for changing the action plan without your permission."

"I was just improvising. The same tricks I used against other people won't work on her. And look, isn't the effect pretty good?"

"Humph."

"Look, she actually took the initiative to move closer to you. This is really interesting."

Vermouth crossed her long legs and said leisurely, "I say, are you 100% sure that she is not an undercover agent of the police?"

Gin didn't say anything else. He looked at Sakurai Izumi coldly as he sat down at their table in a familiar manner: "What do you want?"

Why does Gin seem to be particularly cold today?

It seems that the relationship between these two people is not as close as I guessed?

Why does Vermouth look like she’s enjoying a good show?

Sakurai Izumi was a little hesitant, and suddenly she lost some confidence in her plan, but the current situation did not allow her to back down. She forced a smile and said, "Can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do?"

Gin's eyes suddenly turned cold, his wolf-like ice-green pupils stared at her without blinking, and he said in a cold tone: "You'd better be in trouble."

In order to test whether there are undercover agents from other organizations around him, Gin staged a play with Vermouth today, deliberately revealing a flaw to his team members, waiting to see who will take the bait.

Due to the special identity of Sakurai Izumi, Vermouth even added a lot of drama when communicating with her.

If Sakurai Izumi is an undercover agent of a certain party, after confirming that he has some special relationship with Vermouth, he will definitely react differently from the past.

After the previous test, Gin had stopped doubting her. But he did not expect that after today's test, the person he suspected did not show any stress reaction, but the guy he trusted suddenly behaved unusually.

Sakurai Izumi really doesn't understand why the woman who took over her body could talk and laugh freely in front of someone like Gin. Is she really not afraid at all?

Under Gin's cold gaze, Sakurai Izumi felt her scalp tingling, and even her thoughts seemed to be a little stiff.

She simply put away her unnatural smile, took out the black notebook from her pocket and threw it on the table: "I saw that you were asking people to collect this kind of things, so I brought it back to you to see if it can be used to pay for my wine."

Gin didn't reach out his hand. He looked at her and then at the notebook, then called out, "Vodka."

Vodka, who sat at the same table with Gin and Vermouth but had a very low sense of presence, responded hastily, reached out and grabbed the notebook, flipped through more than a dozen pages, and his expression became more and more surprised: "Where did you get this thing?"

Sakurai Izumi deliberately imitated Koizumi's movements and shrugged, saying, "Before I entered the police academy, I worked as a hostess in a club. I collected these when I was working. I originally wanted to use these to extort some living expenses, but I never put it into practice for the sake of my own safety. Later, I decided to enter the police academy, so I put these things away, and only found them a while ago."

She smiled and said, "How is it? How much is it worth?"

Vodka turned to Gin and said, "Brother, do you need me to confirm what's recorded here?"

Gin took the notebook from Vodka, flipped through two pages, and threw it on the table. He looked up and sneered, "These are things from four or five years ago. How dare you sell them?"

"Some of the news is indeed outdated, but some..."

Gin calmly put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, then suddenly took out his Beretta and pointed it at Sakurai Izumi's head, and asked in a cold tone, "Who are you?"

Vodka, who was waiting for his brother's work instructions, was stunned. Vermouth, who had been watching with a smile on her face, was also stunned. Both of them looked at Sakurai Izumi at the same time.

Sakurai Izumi's mouth twitched stiffly: "What are you talking about, Qin..."

There was a "bang" sound of a gunshot, and the bullet flew past Sakurai Izumi's scalp.

Gin's expression didn't change at all: "Why are you feeling guilty? Don't make me ask you for the third time, who are you?"

The last bit of luck in Sakurai Izumi's heart was also shattered. She couldn't hold on any longer and slammed her head against the window of the bar.

Fortunately, there were no other members of the organization in the Dahei Bar today, and no one could stop her. With the sound of broken glass, Sakurai Izumi broke out of the window and fell from the second floor.

Gin chased after her, and after seeing the person fall to the ground, he aimed at her back and shot continuously.

The fleeing woman was shot and fell to the ground, motionless.

Gin showed a cruel smile on his face, turned to Vodka and said, "Go and bring that person back to me."

"yes, Sir!"

Vermouth, who had been standing by the window looking down, suddenly said, "I'm afraid Vodka can't catch anyone."

"Ok?"

Gin immediately went back to the window and looked down, just in time to see the woman who had fallen on the side of the road crawling into a taxi parked on the side of the road.

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the taxi drive away.

The phone rings.

Vodka panted and said, "Brother, there is a pool of blood here, but there is no one."

Vermouth smiled and asked, "Do you need me to confirm it?"

Gin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Go check that taxi. Vodka, go wait for me in the car."

He hung up the phone and walked out of the bar: "I'll go and confirm it myself."