Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

Midorikawa watched through the glass, only to see a figure dragging the man out of the car window and throwing him on the ground like trash. The car door was like a decoration to him and was kicked open. This time there was finally a sound, the people inside burst into screams, like an order, the rest of the people were terrified, and all their firepower was concentrated on him.

02 quickly hid in the car, snatched the gun from the passenger seat, and carried the man out of the car as he begged for mercy.

"The damn bullets didn't work on him!"

"A superpower! It's a superpower!"

"Report back to headquarters!"

"Where's Dazai-sama? He must have a way!"

This mafia gangster could not survive for more than ten seconds under the concentrated firepower of his companions. He was not even able to leave a last word. Countless bullets passed through his body and hit 02, but left nothing behind except blood.

Red, the scarlet blood flowing from the car door gathered into a thin stream. Their captain's heart was pierced alive, and the blood stained his shirt red and splashed on the young man's expressionless face.

Those cold and strange green eyes moved mechanically, and being stared at was like the gaze of the god of death.

Seeing the killer who had killed two of his companions in just a few minutes approaching, the mafia members all thought of abandoning their mission and escaping. Their desire to survive made them unable to think any more, for they were afraid that they would be the next to die.

The Mafia lives on the knife's edge, but no one wants to die by overestimating their own capabilities.

Iida Eiichi thought angrily that sparks were about to fly from his steering wheel. He had just witnessed the captain being pierced through the chest by that guy's hand, like cutting meat with a kitchen knife. The whole process took only a few seconds. He was simply not a human being.

He was the first one to escape, and with so many people behind him, he should be able to delay for a while. Listening to the screams behind him, he secretly sped up. He didn't want to die, he just -

The car was speeding to the limit, the breathing was rapid, and the young man suddenly appeared in front of him. His heart, which had been beating wildly in the dusk, suddenly stopped.

puff--

Blood with human body temperature splashed on the glass baffle. The man widened his eyes unwillingly. His muscle memory had not stopped the command to step on the accelerator. He could not imagine how this devil came to him silently within a few seconds.

02Pull aside the obstructions and stop the moving vehicle.

He inevitably got blood on his hands when he was dealing with the other people just now. Mr. Ye Shi's instruction to him was to stop them. The fastest and most perfect way he could think of was to end their lives directly, so that they would not cause trouble for the gentleman anymore.

He will remove everything that is standing in Mr. Iori's way.

As he thought about it, his cold eyes suddenly turned in one direction. It was the top floor of a building about a hundred meters away from here. The modified and installed detection radar scanned a weak signal source there, but it quickly disappeared.

The headset received instructions for the return trip, and without a second thought he immediately decided to put the matter aside for the time being.

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Midorikawa Hikaru finally received news from Amuro Toru that he and the eldest lady were at the entrance of an alley not far away.

"Should we wait for him?" he asked, but stepped on the accelerator without hesitation.

The young master didn't stop him. He leaned his head against his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and responded casually.

The distance was not far, and it took about one or two minutes to arrive after accelerating. Midorikawa Mitsuru saw the familiar white Mazda parked on the side of the road and honked the horn.

However, Amuro Toru poked his head out and looked at them with a strange expression, seeming a little hesitant.

Following his gaze, Midorikawa Hikaru moved his eyes behind him. 02 was holding on to the car window. His body moved with the car. He came in through the window with skillful movements. Seeing that the young master didn't pay attention to him, he seemed a little aggrieved.

However, coupled with that bloody face, this look only made people feel terrified, even though he was still sitting in an obedient posture, unaware that he was no different from a ghost coming back from hell.

Hearing the noise, the young master looked back. Midorikawa Mitsuru thought he might be frightened, but he saw the man frowning with a look of disgust.

"Did you go and bathe in their blood? Go back and clean yourself up, and don't set foot in the lab until you are clean."

He almost told him to get out. Looking at 02's uneasy and aggrieved expression after the shock in the rearview mirror, he responded repeatedly, and Midorikawa Hikaru's mood turned from gloomy to bright.

There was Toru Amuro's safe house nearby, and the few people confirmed that no one was seriously injured.

It was obvious that this was not a commonly used room. When Amuro Toru opened the door, there was a smell of dust. Ye Shiyi frowned and told the man to find some clothes quickly without any hesitation. 02 looked so disgusting.

Toru Amuro did not refuse. When they were doing their business, they both tacitly forgot about what happened before, especially since there was a woman present.

Watanabe Rie was not scared. The gangster lady had seen all kinds of scenes. She was staring at the young man standing next to Amuro Toru with interest. The latter's golden eyes moved slightly, as if he was asking her a question.

"Do you have a sister?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were focused on the young master. The one who was most concerned about this issue was Midorikawa Hikaru. The first person he thought of was Ye Shirou. Could it be that the eldest lady had seen her?

Yeshiro Iori didn't show much expression, "Why do you ask?"

"I don't mean to offend you." The eldest lady said, she looked into the young master's eyes as if she was looking at some rare treasure. Amuro Toru remembered what this person said before, that she didn't like blonde hair, blonde hair?

Watanabe Rie said: "I once met a very cute girl at a political gathering. She had beautiful eyes like yours. Unfortunately, I don't know her name."

Then it can't be Aoi Hajime, Midorikawa Hikaru thought, it might be a coincidence.

"Really? That's a pity, but I don't have any relatives who fit your description." Ye Shiyi felt that he was really unlucky. It was bad enough that his dark history was picked out by Irish Whiskey, but how come there were also people who were deceived by him?

bang-

02 followed the instructions and ran to clean his own clothes. He silently picked up the cans that appeared at the door at some point. Amuro Toru's clothes were a little big for him, but they looked much better after being washed.

No wonder!

Toru Amuro looked at the face with familiar colors and suddenly regretted letting this guy in, especially since he was wearing a suit and vest. Although he had never seen it before, the degree of overlap between him and a gentleman was a little too high.

He even said that it wasn't Bai Yueguang, so he made a life-like figure.

Subconsciously looking at the young master, he still had that expression as if someone owed him two thousand and five hundred and eighty thousand. Midorikawa Mitsuru felt that he could not hold back his smile.

Ye Shimu Iori was also stunned for a moment. Seeing the silence between the two people around him, he knew what they were thinking.

Very good, now I can’t wash myself clean even if I jump into Tokyo Bay.

He thanked Gin a thousand times in his heart, look at the kind of people you recruited!

If Gin hadn't always loved to test him and put these people in front of him, would this situation have happened?

"Is this the modified person from your organization?"

Watanabe Rie broke the silence. She looked at the young man carefully. He looked no different from a normal human being and was good-looking... She suddenly had a strange idea. Could this organization select people based on their looks?

Why do these four standing together look like a gigolo troupe?