Kamen Rider: I, Conan, am Faiz

Finally, after a brief conversation, a temporary special team to deal with Orphino was officially established. From now on, Takagi will use his identity advantage to help Conan and his team obtain police intelligence, and at the same time share police insider information to help crack down on the illegal and rebellious Orphino.

After confirming everything, Takagi said goodbye to Conan and Hattori Heiji, and then carried the still unconscious Officer Sato to the hospital.

on the way back

"Huh~ I finally solved the problem successfully. Now I can relax a little."

Hattori Heiji stretched his muscles as if relieved of a heavy burden, and at the same time, he inadvertently noticed Conan with a serious expression beside him.

Hattori Heiji asked in confusion: "Kudo, since you told Officer Takagi about Orphino, why didn't you say that you are actually Kudo Shinichi? It shouldn't matter anyway, right?"

"No, it was just the opposite."

Conan shook his head solemnly at Hattori Heiji's words, then stopped and explained: "Although I haven't figured out what's going on, it seems that someone in that mysterious organization is protecting me in secret, so now the name Kudo Shinichi is just a target to be solved in the organization's records. If I rashly expose my identity..."

"Not only you will be in danger, but everyone around you, including the member of the mysterious organization who is secretly protecting you, will be eliminated, right?"

Without waiting for Conan to finish his words, Hattori Heiji took over the rest of the conversation in a serious tone, and the next moment Conan nodded slightly.

Conan continued, "Hattori, I'm afraid you'll have to stay in Beihua for a while. After all, that guy from Ireland should still be alive. I'm worried that he might make a comeback soon."

"No problem. Next time I see him, I will peel off his crocodile skin and make it into a leather bag! So I can give it to... cough! As a collection..."

"Haha~"

Seeing Hattori Heiji hurriedly change his words, Conan couldn't help but chuckle with his mouth twitching. Although Hattori Heiji didn't say the rest of the words, as a detective and friend, he knew it too well.

[Then again, there shouldn't be any difference, right? Will Xiaolan also like bags made of crocodile skin? ]

For a moment, the two detectives simultaneously showed a thoughtful expression.

Gulu gulu~

After a long time, a strong gastrointestinal movement broke the silent atmosphere.

Hattori Heiji touched his belly awkwardly, then poked Conan's shoulder with his elbow with a smirk on his face: "Kudo, I came all the way from Osaka and I haven't even had a meal yet. Don't you think you should be a good host and treat me to a good meal~"

"Okay, I'm hungry too."

Conan patted his belly gently and walked in front to lead the way.

"Come on Hattori, I'll take you to a vintage ramen shop to satisfy your cravings."

"Ah? You're just going to treat me to ramen? Kudo, you're too stingy. And when it comes to ramen, it has to be the most authentic one in Osaka."

Hattori Heiji was obviously unhappy that Conan only treated him to ramen, and then asked unwillingly: "Don't you have any special dishes in Tokyo or Mika? I came here with great difficulty, so I must broaden my horizons."

"Haha~ Specialty? The biggest specialty of Mihua is that there are always all kinds of strange cases happening. This is the spiritual food for us detectives."

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Organization Base

As the heavy door slowly opened, Ireland, with a gloomy face, walked in holding Chuck.

"Hey~ Isn't this Ireland, one of the strongest lucky four-leaf clovers in our organization? Why does he look so ugly today, as if he had eaten a fly~"

Just as Ireland was moving forward, Cohen and Chianti, carrying extra-large high-precision sniper rifles, suddenly came towards them.

Chianti, who was dressed in a Shamatte style, greeted first, then walked up to Ireland and joked: "Oh, Ireland, you look so ugly, did you lose your life again? Tsk tsk, what a poor guy."

After some taunting towards Ireland, Chianti then set his sights on Chuck the Chihuahua.

"This should be the little pet that Pisker raised in the past. I didn't expect that a big, strong man like you, Ireland, would actually raise such a thing. But if one day you unfortunately die gloriously for the organization, leave this little guy to me. It just so happens that I need a moving target for my long-range shooting~"

"Wang!"

As if he understood what Chianti said, Chuck barked loudly, then buried his head in Ireland's arms and trembled.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Gently stroking Chuck's hair, Ireland soothed him in an extremely gentle tone, then raised his head and looked at Chianti with cold eyes.

"Get out of here, or you'll suffer the consequences."

"Tsk, why are you so arrogant? If I couldn't beat you, I wouldn't take you seriously."

With a displeased pout, Chianti cooperated and made way for him. The next moment, Ireland left with Chuck in his arms without looking back.

"Bah! Sooner or later I'll shoot you in the head and skin you and make a crocodile leather bag out of you."

It was not until Ireland's figure completely disappeared that Chianti spat in anger, and then looked at his partner Cohen with a slightly dissatisfied look.

"Hey, you should have spoken up for me just now. If that Irish guy had really attacked me just now, I wouldn't have been able to beat him."

Cohen, who was of a gloomy character, did not say anything, but simply turned off the safety of the sniper rifle.

When Chianti heard the fuse sound, his expression froze for a moment, but he quickly returned to his normal look, and then he gently nudged Cohen's chest with his elbow.

"That's very nice of you. It's not in vain that we've been partners for so many years. I'll treat you to a meal later."

"Ah."

Cohen responded in a rare move.

"Oh my! No wonder Ireland looked so unhappy just now. It turned out that it was you two who did this."

Just as Chianti and Cohen were preparing to go for today's routine training, suddenly Vermouth walked out from behind them, followed by that enchanting voice that captivated their hearts.

"Humph, it's obvious that the guy is just a dull person. God knows who he is showing his sour face to every day."

Turning slightly to look at Vermouth, Chianti's tone was clearly full of hostility, and his attitude was even worse than what he had just said to Ireland.

Chianti always has an inexplicable hostility towards Vermouth. Even though the other party has never done anything to harm him, Chianti always dislikes Vermouth.

Perhaps it is because the other party's appearance, strength, and status are far superior to their own, so the women in Chianti always subconsciously regard Vermouth as an enemy.

Not wanting to say too much to Vermouth, Chianti immediately turned around and wanted to pull Cohen away, but after taking a few steps he suddenly stopped.

"By the way, I heard that Calvados will be transferred here soon. By then, your Lucky Four Leaf Clover will be complete~"

Hearing this code name, a hint of disgust and aversion flashed across Vermouth's beautiful eyes, but she quickly hid her emotions perfectly and continued, "Oh, I seem to remember that Calvados had a mission in Western Europe. It would be bad if his sudden return affected the organization's plan."

Chianti said yin-yangly, "Humph, you should know Calvados's character. Maybe if you go to the moon, you won't meet him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chianti grabbed Cohen's arm and left quickly.

Only after the two figures completely disappeared did Vermouth sigh deeply: "Alas~ These tangled bugs are really annoying. My little baby is so cute and sensible. I really want to spend more time with him..."