Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

The eldest lady is in a bad mood now.

"Don't you think you're overreaching?" She sneered at the black-haired, black-eyed guy in front of her. A week ago, she was still pretending to be nice to this guy and called him "Zhijun".

"Ah, our leader just wants to seek benefits for the employees and pay them more."

The support of the Golden Dog Group has arrived, and now the three forces have gathered outside the monastery. The police have rarely ignored the fact that the Golden Dog Group is also an outlaw. Perhaps with the instructions of the higher-ups, the two parties are concentrating on dealing with the mafia.

But this guy named Dazai Osamu was really tough. He seemed to have anticipated this moment and aimed directly at the car where the pastor was. When the support of the Golden Dog Group arrived, they were almost unable to hold on. The eldest lady cursed the police for being useless and ordered her men to directly snipe Dazai Osamu himself.

Sensing something keenly, Dazai Osamu turned over and got out of the car in advance. The next second, the sound of a bullet breaking through the wind passed by his ears. He squinted his eyes and looked for the young lady who had just glared at him fiercely. This was definitely the other party's work.

Generally speaking, the cops are not as strong as the mafia in terms of combat effectiveness, and they do not encounter life-and-death battles with criminals every day, while the gangs and mafia are fighting desperately every day.

There is a difference between a person who ties his heart to his belt and one who puts it in his chest, especially in terms of combat effectiveness. Not every cop is willing to sacrifice his life for the country, but those who decide to join the underworld are definitely prepared to lose their heads and bodies.

The Metropolitan Police Department, which had been in a sluggish state, has obviously gained greater morale after the arrival of the Golden Dog Group, and seems to be on the verge of overtaking them.

The roar of cars and the sound of bullets shattering car windows overlapped with each other, and of course there were more curses from people before they died, corpses and abandoned vehicles, flying glass fragments and large pieces of dark liquid flowing on the road, bullets piercing the human body like rain, and then the red and the night merged into one.

Dazai Osamu turned a blind eye to all this. He looked at Watanabe Rie who was surrounding them with her men. The young lady was determined to capture him and pointed her gun at him - they were about to win.

He raised his head. The priest in clergyman's clothes was dragged out of the car by mafia members. The man was horrified and the cross in his hand was about to fall. Knowing his fate, he immediately begged for mercy from the mafia boy who seemed to have the highest status.

In an instant, the situation reversed.

"Don't kill me, I'll listen to you, I won't host--"

"Oh, young lady, the goddess of victory seems to be on my side." Dazai Osamu kicked the pastor's chin, and under the other's horrified eyes, the muzzle of the gun slowly pointed at his forehead.

The pastor was even more frightened. He was forced to do this. No pastor in the city who knew about this was willing to come. He took the risk for the sake of money. He didn't expect that today would be so dangerous.

He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, "Please, sir! Don't kill me, I still have a wife and children, I won't do anything for them!"

The young lady seemed to want to shoot that disgraceful creature even more than Dazai Osamu did. She quickly ordered her men, "Search the whole city and find all the priests for me. If you can't hire them with money, then use guns!"

The death of a priest was nothing. If the Mafia succeeded, all priests would be arrested to vent their anger. She had not forgotten the bad things done by the previous Mafia leader. All the red-haired children were slaughtered. Thinking of this, she looked at Dazai Osamu with even more disgust.

In the other world, it is taken for granted that ordinary people's children and women will not be easily attacked. They are like shit in front of them. There is a reason why they have a bad reputation.

Fucking stupid mafia!

The other party did not hesitate and pulled the trigger quickly. The bullet pierced the man's head with a "bang". He still maintained the expression of begging for mercy, and his body slowly fell to the ground with fear and regret.

"This time the port mafia won." Gojo Yoshiharu kept a close eye on the situation over there.

Ango Sakaguchi was sitting in the car. If he went out now, he would directly confront Dazai Osamu. He is still undercover. Once he is exposed, he will probably know his ending.

"Don't worry, it's not difficult to find a priest." He comforted her, but it was not very humane. He could only trick one of them to come over. Knowing that they would be targeted and sniped by the port mafia, this was no different from tricking someone into committing suicide.

"It's three minutes past eleven at night, and we only have less than an hour left." Gojo Yoshiharu reminded that if they missed the Lord's Ascension Day, they would have to wait until next year. By then, who could ensure that the "Pearl Tears" would not be taken away by the Port Mafia? Moreover, if the ritual was not completed today, its effect of restricting superpowers would be completely ineffective.

Who could stop the port mafia led by the "double black" at that time? Moreover, there were also foreign supernatural forces with unknown purposes eyeing them covetously.

The car fell silent again. It was nothing short of a pipe dream to find a priest and complete the ceremony within fifty minutes, especially when there was a wise man like Dazai Osamu blocking their way.

##

Toru Amuro has arrived at the place Hiro told him, time is running out and he must complete the replacement quickly, which goes smoothly, except that the statue inside is not a statue of the evil god, but a pistol.

It goes without saying that such a nonsensical thing was done by the young master, but fortunately the other party thought the hairpin was a troublesome thing and gave it to him for safekeeping in private, otherwise he would have to find a way to get the hairpin in this way.

Not long after he transported the statue to the altar of the church, he ran into two people who came back from outside. The young master looked very bad, and his golden eyes were cold as if he wanted to assassinate someone. "The pastor is dead."

Iori Yamuro was really annoyed now. Not only was his mission interrupted today, he was also tricked by the demon, and now Dazai Osamu showed up to stop him. It was eleven o'clock at night, and he usually went to bed at nine o'clock in the evening. If he didn't live to be a hundred, it would definitely be these guys' fault!

Midorikawa Hikaru knew his usual routine, and today's consumption was a bit too much for the young master, so he only used one potion, and it lasted until now because he had been eating chocolate. He just asked him if he had any candy with him, and fortunately he always carried it with him.

Even so, the young master's face was still very pale, and his golden eyes were as gorgeous as fragile objects, with the fragility and beauty of glass products intertwined. It was a sharp beauty, and his anger deepened the sharpness, making it difficult for people to look away.

Toru Amuro was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses. He cursed himself inwardly for being distracted by the young master just now. This face was really like a bug.

"Contact Ms. Watanabe first, maybe we can find another pastor."

Midorikawa Hikaru frowned, he knew that this was almost impossible to achieve, but it was the only way at the moment. Upon hearing this, Amuro Toru had already called the eldest lady, who said in a hurry that he was busy looking for a pastor and had no time to deal with him.

It seems that the young lady has already been informed. Amuro Toru felt a little heavy-hearted. Suddenly, a hand snatched the phone from his hand.

The young master had no expression on his face. The suppressed emotions that had not yet erupted were completely contained in his eyes, but his tone was flat.

"Find me a set of priest's clothes, the ceremony will begin immediately--"