Outlaws in Conan's World, Tokisaki Kurumi

As Miyano Akemi awkwardly talked to herself, Kurumi occasionally interjected with a few "Mm," "Ah," and "Is that so?" remarks.

When Miyano Akemi finished speaking, she saw Kurumi still writing furiously and decided to keep up this performance that made her feel utterly miserable.

Rum's Call and Tequila's Death

Following the plan she had worked out beforehand, Kurumi carefully listed every detail needed for the operation: the necessary tools, escape routes, methods for faking her death, and so on.

At the end, Kurumi added a note telling her to destroy it after reading.

Taking the notebook from Kurumi, Miyano Akemi carefully read through every item written in Kurumi's neat handwriting.

"All right. If you have any other ideas later, call me." With that, Kurumi winked playfully at Miyano Akemi, then stood up and prepared to leave this place that made her deeply uncomfortable.

"Mm." Miyano Akemi answered coldly and watched Kurumi leave her apartment.

Once the door closed behind her, just as Kurumi had guessed, the organization had been secretly monitoring Miyano Akemi all along.

Not only that, they seemed to have started growing suspicious of Kurumi as well.

This did not mean that the organization believed Kurumi was an undercover agent. Rather, she had damaged too many of the organization's interests, causing certain people to desperately seek leverage against her.

And now, Kurumi received a call from Rum, the organization's second-in-command.

"Bloody Mary."

As soon as the call connected, Kurumi heard that coward Rum's androgynous voice through a voice changer.

"What? Isn't this Rum, the organization's busy man?" Kurumi would not treat Rum, who was as secretive as the organization's boss, with the reverence shown by other members.

"What's with the sudden call today?"

Rum's voice remained utterly flat despite Kurumi's contemptuous tone. "I know all about your conversation with Miyano Akemi. Are you sure her plan will succeed?"

"Succeed? There's no such thing as a truly flawless plan in this world. Personally, I think I only need to add an insurance policy for her."

"Hmph, insurance?" Rum snorted. "I think you should understand that whether Miyano Akemi's plan succeeds or not, you will have to kill her with your own hands in the end. Should I perhaps give you an insurance policy as well?"

Hearing the hostility in Rum's voice, Kurumi frowned.

"Are you telling me how to do my job?"

Choked by Kurumi's words, Rum fell silent for a moment before continuing, "Bloody Mary, don't think you can act so recklessly just because you're Vermouth's student."

Rum's words were like the threats people threw around before a street fight—good for nothing but talking tough.

"Haven't you learned enough of a lesson yet?" Kurumi mocked him even more viciously. "If that's the case, I'd be happy to clean out another batch of unstable elements for the organization, so certain people who think they've grown powerful can stop barking at others every day."

After Kurumi finished speaking, she heard the beeping tone of the disconnected call.

She glanced provocatively at the call record, then slipped her phone into her pocket.

"What a fragile mindset." After mocking the second-in-command for not even knowing how to be properly sarcastic, Kurumi decided to go home.

That afternoon, the previously clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds.

Lying blissfully on Narumi's soft thighs, Kurumi enjoyed the gentle ear-cleaning service Narumi was giving her.

"Ah~ It's all tingly and feels so nice~"

Feeling the soft cotton swab moving around inside her outer ear canal, Kurumi's expression turned into ε=('ο｀*))), looking as though she was enjoying herself immensely.

"How is it~? Feels good, right?"

"It feels good~( `O′)" Kurumi answered very seriously.

After both ears had been cleaned, Kurumi buried her face between Narumi's thighs like a lazy cat and stretched contentedly.

Narumi gently stroked Kurumi's soft hair, her expression equally happy.

She truly enjoyed the warm atmosphere whenever she was with Kurumi.

"By the way, Kurumi, did you go out this morning because of Miyano Akemi again?" Having already learned the details from Kurumi, Narumi did not want that kind-hearted woman to be brutally killed by the organization.

But she was only an ordinary person, and unlike those agents in movies who could do anything, she had no way to help Miyano Akemi at all.

"Don't worry, Sister Narumi. I've already made thorough preparations." Kurumi, still with her face buried between Narumi's thighs, took a deep breath of the faint fragrance before speaking.

"Honestly, we're talking about something serious right now!" Kurumi's movement made Narumi itchy, and she unconsciously rubbed her legs together before coyly swatting Kurumi's exceptionally firm backside.

"Can't help it. Sister Narumi smells so good~" Kurumi mischievously swayed her hips. Just as her hand was about to make a few improper moves, the phone on the coffee table suddenly chimed with an incoming message.

Bending over to pick up Kurumi's phone from the coffee table, Narumi handed it directly to her without even looking at it.

"Honestly, Sister Narumi, read it for me." Kurumi muttered, too lazy to move from where she lay.

Hearing Kurumi's request, Narumi, who indulged her beyond all reason, looked at the phone.

Tequila is dead. The Daigoku Building base has been destroyed.

After reading the message aloud, Narumi let out a surprised "Huh?"

"Kurumi, was that Tequila a high-ranking organization member like you?" Narumi asked, having heard at least a little about these matters from Kurumi.

What Narumi said did not surprise Kurumi. Tequila's cold, aloof manner and habit of looking down on everyone in the organization had not left Kurumi with a favorable impression of him either.

"Yeah, he was quite capable." Shifting into another position on Narumi's lap, Kurumi sighed. "He was strong, but not very likable."

Kurumi sounded completely unconcerned as she spoke.

"But why did the Daigoku Building base have to be destroyed just because Tequila died? Was it to eliminate evidence?" Narumi voiced her own analysis in confusion.

Kurumi nodded at that.

"That's right." Tequila's death gradually brought back Kurumi's distant memories. "That's just how the organization works. Destroying the bar was also to protect the organization's secrets."

Unless something unexpected had happened, the thing that killed that brute Tequila had definitely been the bomb in the briefcase that had been switched in the original story.

As for why they had to destroy the bar on the roof of Daigoku Building, it was probably related to Tequila's mission as well.

"What a shame."

"A shame?"

"Yeah, the bar on top of Daigoku Building was specifically for our use. Now it'll probably be hard to get free drinks~" Kurumi found it rather regrettable.

She quite liked the quiet atmosphere of that bar.

"That's what you're focused on?" Narumi froze after hearing Kurumi's sigh.

The One Billion Yen Robbery Case

The day of Miyano Akemi's operation drew closer and closer. According to Akemi's plan, she had specifically found two people whom the organization did not think highly of to help carry out the robbery.

One was a former race car driver.

The other was an armored-car security guard planted inside the bank by the organization.

Kurumi had no interest in meeting those two guys who were obviously disposable tools.

Mihara Branch of Mitsubishi Bank.

Dressed in a women's business suit and using the alias Hirota Masami, Miyano Akemi carried out her duties as usual that day.

She pushed up the glasses that had slipped down her nose. When Miyano Akemi raised her head again, she saw Mouri Kogoro's family of three walk in excitedly, apparently having encountered something very pleasant.

As for why Miyano Akemi knew Conan, it was all because of a chance encounter not long ago.

At the time, Akemi had been heading out when Conan, riding his skateboard, nearly crashed into her as she was about to get off work. After Conan sincerely apologized, Miyano Akemi gradually learned that the child liked to call himself a detective.

And he had even managed to get information out of her along the way.

Today, upon seeing Conan again, she saw that Mouri Kogoro and Mouri Ran were handling a money transfer, while Conan sat quietly on a bench in the lobby reading manga.

Time slowly approached noon.

Miyano Akemi glanced anxiously at the watch on her wrist, calculating that it was about time for her two accomplices to begin their operation.

According to Miyano Akemi's plan, the former professional racer would first use the shotgun prepared by the organization to take control of the cash transport vehicle parked in the adjacent lot.

Next, after dealing with the two guards in the driver's seat, the man would contact the insider sitting in the rear compartment and have him open the vehicle door from inside.

Of course, there could not be only one robber when they were robbing an armored car.

So, around lunchtime, Miyano Akemi would leave her counter as well, change into robber's clothes in an alley, and assist the man with the heist.

As long as the plan succeeded, Akemi would take off her robbery clothes inside the vehicle, take a shortcut back to the bank, and blend in until the end of her shift while pretending she had just returned from lunch and knew nothing.

The entire plan was simple and brutal.

And events unfolded exactly as planned. The three of them took less than ten minutes to transfer all the money from the armored car into the trunk of a white van they had prepared beforehand.

However, a small accident occurred just as they were about to finish the job.

Conan discovered them.

Miyano Akemi and the other man quickly drove away from the parking lot, leaving behind the security guard insider, who pretended to call for help.

When she returned to the bank once more, Miyano Akemi was unsurprised to see Tokyo's model police officer, Inspector Megure, rushing over with his team.

Then... it's up to you now... Watching the furious bank president stride toward her, Miyano Akemi apologetically gave the excuse she had prepared.

Meanwhile, on the banks of the Difen River more than ten kilometers away, a black sedan was parked on the slope by the shore.

Leaning against the car door, Kurumi had once again disguised herself as an ordinary-looking woman. A white van entered her field of vision.

This area was sparsely populated, and the nearest buildings had long been abandoned, so Kurumi was not particularly worried about passersby seeing what she was about to do.

Besides, even if there were any, she had already prepared a disguise.

The white van pulled up beside Kurumi's car. A dark-skinned, rather handsome man got out of the driver's seat.

"Is the mission complete?"

Kurumi's voice came through the voice changer slightly hoarse.

Seeing the organization member dressed in black, the man nodded nervously.

He had heard that these people could kill without the slightest hesitation.

"Very good. Put all the money into my car. Then all you need to do is go home and wait for the 'reward' we'll give you."

Just as Miyano Akemi had made a deal with the organization.

This former race car driver had accumulated a mountain of gambling debt, and because of his racing background, he had gotten in touch with the organization and become an ordinary driver.

Of course, driver here did not mean someone like Vodka, who specifically drove for Gin. He was merely a regular low-level disposable pawn.

"Understood." The disposable pawn glanced at Kurumi, then opened his trunk and began moving the aluminum cases filled with cash into the black sedan.

After working hard for a while, the man wiped the sweat from his forehead and reported to Kurumi, "Ma'am, everything has been moved."

"Very good." Seeing how diligently the pawn had worked, Kurumi nodded in satisfaction. "You can leave now. I'll handle things here."

"Handle things?"

Under the man's puzzled gaze, Kurumi took out a firebomb from her coat.

"Uh..." The moment he saw the red, grenade-like object, the man wisely ran away.

Kurumi got into the driver's seat and started the car. She pulled the pin from the firebomb, then, as she stepped on the accelerator, tossed the nearly detonating firebomb into the white van's driver's compartment.

As the black sedan drove away, fierce flames suddenly erupted inside the white van parked by the riverbank.

Crimson flames rapidly engulfed the vehicle's interior, followed by a thunderous explosion.

Now then, it's time for the second step of the plan.

That night, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

After going through an intense and thrilling robbery, the security guard insider went to a nearby hot spring and enjoyed himself after dinner.

"Ah~ How much will they give me next? One million? Or two million?"

Having made a deal with the organization, he only needed to complete this mission to receive a share of the one billion yen in cash.

"Looks like I won't have to worry about not having money to buy goods for a while!" Thinking about all the money he would have to freely buy drugs, the long-haired man walked through the alley toward home with a cigarette in his mouth and an umbrella in hand, his face full of excitement.

However, he did not notice the black sedan slowly approaching from behind him.

"Hmm?"