Vermouth:?

The stairwell on the rooftop.

Gin and Vodka walked up the stairs.

The two men exchanged a glance behind the iron door of the stairwell and pulled out pistols equipped with silencers.

Vodka stepped forward and kicked the iron gate open.

Gin followed closely behind, pulling his hat brim down and raising his gun.

What comes into view is a rooftop where snow is falling heavily in the middle of the night.

A figure stood on the edge of the rooftop.

She was wearing a black robe and holding a girl in a dress in her arms.

The girl had short, wavy, light brown hair and looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

But the scale is definitely much larger than that of its peers.

Gin immediately recognized the girl in his arms.

Sherry, the girl who betrayed the organization.

She was also the woman he had always wanted to get rid of.

Despite the traitor right in front of him, Gin, a veteran executive of the Alcohol Company, was not blinded by excitement.

He stared warily at the black figure and demanded sharply, "Who are you?"

Upon hearing the voice, the person in black robes turned around and revealed a face wearing a fox mask. In a sharp, provocative female voice, she said, "Guess."

Gin frowned slightly and raised his gun, ready to fire wildly.

But before he could pull the trigger, the man in black robes gave a mocking smile and then leaped straight down in front of him.

Gin raised his gun and hurried forward to check.

The black figure had already vanished.

I watched something that turned out to be a waste of time...

"Boss, that woman was rescued by that man in black."

Vodka followed and also looked downstairs.

"I know without you telling me."

Gin's expression grew increasingly grim. "It seems that traitor has found some organization and has already been rescued by his accomplices... Let's retreat."

"Boom!"

Just as the two were about to leave, a loud explosion rang out behind them.

Vodka, who was following behind, was the first to be blown away.

The heavy body crashed directly onto Gin.

Then, the two tumbled down the stairs, their bodies intertwined, and rolled down to the platform on the next floor.

Gin pushed away the Vodka pressing down on him, struggled to stand up, rubbed his aching head, and reached out to see his hand stained with blood.

He looked up and saw that the stairwell on the rooftop had been blown to pieces.

He looked down at Vodka, whose sunglasses had been shattered again, whose suit jacket had been blown open, and whose skin was charred. His expression grew increasingly grim.

First there was that despicable Shuichi Akai, then that despicable stinky bat, and now this stinky fox!

No, could this have been a conspiracy from the very beginning?!

Japanese police, or... no, if it's Japanese police...

Could it be that man again?

Hateful.

Provocative...

That's definitely a provocation!

Just as Gin was feeling gloomy, a small figure crept up from not far away, following the sound of the explosion, and hid behind a half-open door, secretly observing the two people who had just been blown away by the explosion.

Looks like a sixth brother!

This sixth brother is none other than Conan.

Just now, Conan panicked after losing contact with Ai Haibara.

He rushed over in a hurry.

But when they arrived, they found nothing.

However, judging from the current situation, Haibara hasn't been captured by those two yet.

As for Pisco, after his self-exposure, he was taken in by the police for investigation and is still missing. It's likely that they haven't had time to report back yet.

Now that one of these two is severely wounded and the other is critically injured, it's the perfect opportunity.

A sneak attack might be enough to wipe them out in one fell swoop!

Conan's glasses gleamed with a cold, white light.

He raised his wristwatch and aimed the scope at Gin.

Call out--

A silver needle pierced the air and stabbed straight into Gin's arm.

Gin: "?!"

He looked down at his arm and suddenly felt dizzy.

He crouched down, turned his head, and saw a silver needle stuck in his arm.

Gin: "..."

The dizziness returned.

He looked down at the Vodka, then at the top of his head.

Although it's unknown which little brat shot the silver needle.

But he absolutely cannot faint now...

He decisively pulled out the silver needles, picked up the pistol lying nearby, and promptly shot himself in the arm again.

"Biu!"

With a gunshot, Gin's mind cleared instantly.

This time, having gained experience from the previous time, he was obviously much more skilled.

Upon witnessing this scene, Conan couldn't help but remark:

"Gin, you're a ruthless person."

Then he sneaked away quietly.

After being forced to regain consciousness, Gin put away the pistol.

He stood up, picked up his sunglasses, grabbed Vodka's leg, and, clutching his arm, staggered away from the place that had once again brought him tragic memories.

On the other side, in the women's restroom of the Haido Hotel.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion rang out.

Vermouth, who had just finished questioning the police and was touching up her Makeup Box in the bathroom, was startled by the sound.

She had no idea that this operation would cause such a huge commotion within the organization.

Although the organization has always operated under the principle of 'secrecy'.

But playing with bombs under these circumstances is indeed going too far.

I don't know whether it was done by a model worker or by that old man.

She immediately put away her Makeup Box, pushed open the door to the women's restroom, and prepared to go out to check the situation.

Then, as soon as she pushed open the bathroom door, she saw a strange man in a white robe dragging an old man past her.

Vermouth: "?"

Vermouth was stunned by the sight before her.

Is this how extravagant people are in Japan?

What bizarre play! It's even more outrageous than in the US.

After regaining her composure, she lowered her head and examined the area closely.

Only then did she realize that the old man she was being dragged away was actually her accomplice in this operation, Pisco.

Vermouth: "..."

At this moment, Fujino also noticed the bathroom door that had been pushed open.

Turning her head, she saw a blonde woman with thick lipstick, black high heels, and an evening gown, whose size seemed even more outrageous than that of a certain Xiaoxue, staring at her.

Vermouth?

Oh yeah, this guy really was here.

I never expected to run into him.

Fujino was also taken aback, their eyes met. "..."

Fujino could see Vermouth, but Vermouth could not see Fujino.

Fujino regained his senses, waved his right hand, and a silver-white hidden blade appeared, pointing at Vermouth: "Leave, or die."

Vermouth narrowed her eyes, first glancing at Pisco, who was being dragged on the ground like a dead dog, then at the silver-white hidden blade pointing at her, as if a thought was stirring in her mind.

Vermouth made a decision.

Vermouth made the decisive choice to sell out her teammates.

Vermouth decisively turned around and quickly left, her black high heels clicking on the floor.