Outlaw in the World of Conan, Tokisaki Kurumi

While listening to Miyano Akemi awkwardly muttering to herself, Kurumi would occasionally interject with "Mm," "Ah," or "Really?"

When Miyano Akemi finished speaking, she saw Kurumi still diligently writing and decided to continue her terrible performance.

94 Rum's Call and Tequila's Death

Following the plan they had devised earlier, Kurumi meticulously listed all the details needed for the operation, including the escape route, the fake death plan, and other specifics.

Finally, Kurumi added a note at the end instructing the notebook to be destroyed after reading.

Taking the notebook from Kurumi's hands, Miyano Akemi carefully read everything Kurumi had written in her neat handwriting.

"Alright, if you have any other ideas later, give me a call." With that, Kurumi playfully winked at Miyano Akemi and stood up, preparing to leave the place that made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Mm," Miyano Akemi responded indifferently, watching Kurumi leave her apartment.

As she closed the door behind her, just as Kurumi had guessed, the Organization had been secretly monitoring Miyano Akemi all along.

Not only that, but they also seemed to have started harboring suspicions about her.

However, this didn't mean that people in the Organization thought Kurumi was a mole. It was because Kurumi had disrupted too many of the Organization's interests, leading some to try desperately to find leverage against her.

And now, Kurumi received a call from Rum, the second-in-command of the Organization.

"Bloody Mary."

When the call connected, Kurumi heard the cowardly Rum's voice, distorted by a voice changer, sounding neither male nor female.

"What? Isn't this the busy Mr. Rum from the Organization?" Kurumi wasn't as respectful to Rum, who was as mysterious as the Organization's boss, as other members were.

"Why the sudden call today?"

Rum's voice remained steady, unfazed by Kurumi's dismissive tone: "I know about your conversation with Miyano Akemi. Are you sure her plan will succeed?"

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

"Hmph, insurance?" Rum snorted. "You should know that regardless of whether Miyano Akemi's plan succeeds, you'll have to kill her yourself in the end. Should I perhaps add an insurance policy for you?"

Hearing Rum's hostile tone on the phone, Kurumi frowned.

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

Stunned by Kurumi's words, Rum was silent for a moment before continuing, "Bloody Mary, don't think you can be so reckless just because you're Vermouth's student."

Rum's words were like the empty threats people make before a fight, just for show.

"Haven't you learned enough lessons?" Kurumi taunted, adding fuel to the fire. "If that's the case, I'd be happy to clean up another unstable element for the Organization, so some people who think they've become too powerful don't keep barking at everyone day in and day out."

After Kurumi finished speaking, she heard the dial tone as the call was hung up.

She glanced provocatively at her call history before putting her phone in her pocket.

"Such a poor attitude," she scoffed at the second-in-command, who couldn't even manage a sarcastic remark, and decided to head home.

In the afternoon, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds.

Lying comfortably on Narumi's soft lap, Kurumi enjoyed the gentle service of Narumi cleaning her ears.

"Ah~ It's so tingly and comfortable~"

Feeling the soft cotton swab swirling in her ear canal, Kurumi's expression turned into one of extreme enjoyment.

"How is it~ Comfortable, right?"

"Comfortable~ ( `O′)" Kurumi replied very earnestly.

After cleaning both ears, Kurumi, like a lazy cat, buried her face between Narumi's legs and stretched lazily.

Gently stroking Kurumi's soft hair, Narumi also looked happy.

Because she truly enjoyed the warm atmosphere when she was with Kurumi.

"By the way, Kurumi, were you out this morning for Miyano Akemi's matter?" Having already learned the details of the situation from Kurumi, Narumi didn't want that kind-hearted woman to be cruelly killed by the Organization.

But she was just an ordinary person, and she didn't have the skills of the super-spies in movies. She couldn't help at all.

"Don't worry, Sister Narumi, I'm fully prepared." Kurumi said, still burying her face in Narumi's lap, after taking a deep inhale of the faint, pleasant scent.

"Really, we're talking about serious matters now!" Narumi, tickled by Kurumi's action, unconsciously rubbed her legs and playfully slapped Kurumi's very elastic backside.

"I can't help it, you smell so good, Sister Narumi~" Kurumi said playfully, swaying her waist. Just as her hands were about to get up to some mischief, her phone on the coffee table suddenly beeped, indicating an incoming message.

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

"Really, Sister Narumi, can you read it for me?" Kurumi said grumpily, not wanting to move.

Hearing Kurumi's words, Narumi, who doted on Kurumi endlessly, looked at the phone.

[Tequila is dead, Daigoku Building base has been destroyed]

Reading the message aloud, Narumi exclaimed in surprise, "Eh?"

"Kurumi, is that Tequila a high-ranking member of the Organization like you?" Narumi asked, having heard some things from Kurumi.

The content Narumi read didn't surprise Kurumi. Tequila's aloof demeanor, which everyone in the Organization looked down on, didn't leave Kurumi with a good impression of him.

"Yeah, he was quite a capable person," Kurumi said, changing her position to lie on Narumi's lap, with a hint of emotion. "He had good skills, just not very likable."

Kurumi spoke with a dismissive tone.

"But why would Tequila die and the Daigoku Building's hideout be destroyed? Was it to destroy evidence?" Narumi voiced her analysis with confusion.

Kurumi nodded in response.

"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."

If no accidents occurred, the bomb that killed the burly Tequila was definitely the one from the plot that was swapped out in the briefcase.

As for why the bar on the rooftop of the Daigoku Building was destroyed, it was probably also related to Tequila's mission.

"What a shame."

"A shame?"

"Yeah, the bar on the rooftop of the Daigoku Building was exclusively for our use. It'll be difficult to drink for free now~" Kurumi felt a bit regretful.

She actually quite liked the bar's quiet atmosphere.

"Is that what you're focusing on?" Narumi was stunned by Kurumi's lament.

95 Billion Yen Robbery (Part 2)

As the day of Miyano Akemi's operation drew closer, according to Akemi's plan, to complete the robbery, she specifically found two pawns from among those the Organization didn't favor much.

One was a former race car driver.

The other was a security guard escorting the money, who was an inside man for the Organization within the bank.

Kurumi had no interest in interacting with these two seemingly disposable tools.

Mihara Branch of Mitsubishi Bank.

Miyano Akemi, disguised as Hirota Masami and wearing a women's suit, was fulfilling her duties as usual.

Pushing up her slipping glasses, Miyano Akemi looked up again and saw Mouri Kogoro's family of three excitedly walking in, as if they had encountered something very happy.

The reason Miyano Akemi knew Conan was entirely due to a recent coincidence.

At that time, Akemi, while out and about, encountered Conan on his skateboard, who almost crashed into her as she was preparing to leave work. After Conan's sincere apology, Miyano Akemi gradually learned that this little boy liked to call himself a detective.

She also ended up being tricked into revealing information.

And today, seeing Conan again, she observed the three people entering. Mouri Kogoro and his daughter Mouri Ran were handling a remittance, while Conan sat quietly on a long bench in the lobby, reading a manga.

Time slowly approached noon.

Miyano Akemi glanced at her wristwatch with some anxiety, calculating that it should be about time for her two accomplices to make their move.

According to Miyano Akemi's plan, first, the man who was a former professional race car driver would use the shotgun provided by the Organization to control the armored car parked in the adjacent parking lot.

Next, after dealing with the two security guards in the driver's seats, this man would contact the mole inside the car to open the doors from within.

Of course, a robber wouldn't be alone when robbing an armored car.

Therefore, when it was close to lunchtime, Miyano Akemi would also leave her counter, change into robber's clothes in an alley, and cooperate with the man to carry out the robbery.

If the plan succeeded, Akemi would then remove her robber's attire in the car, take a shortcut back to the bank, and pretend she had just finished lunch and knew nothing, blending in until closing time.

The entire plan was simple and brutal.

Things proceeded exactly as planned. The three of them took less than ten minutes to successfully transfer all the money from the armored car into the trunk of a pre-arranged white van.

However, there was a small accident when they were nearing the completion of their task.

They were discovered by Conan.

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

Returning to the bank once more, Miyano Akemi saw that Inspector Megure, Tokyo's model police officer, had already arrived with his team in a hurry.

'Well... now it's up to you...' Looking at the furious bank manager walking towards her, Miyano Akemi offered her prepared excuse with a look of apology.

Meanwhile, on the banks of the Difen River, more than ten kilometers away, a black car was parked on the riverbank.

Leaning against the car door, Kurumi, who had once again changed into an ordinary-looking woman, saw a white van appear in her sight.

This area was sparsely populated, and the nearest buildings had long been abandoned, so Kurumi wasn't too worried about her upcoming actions being seen by passersby.

And even if there were, Kurumi had already prepared disguises.

The white van pulled up next to Kurumi's car, and a dark-skinned, rather handsome man got out of the driver's seat.

"Mission accomplished?"

Kurumi's voice, filtered through a voice changer, sounded slightly hoarse.

Seeing the Organization member dressed in black, the man nodded fearfully.

He had heard that these people wouldn't hesitate to kill.

"Very good, load all the money into my car. From now on, you just need to go home and wait for your 'reward'."

Just as Miyano Akemi had reached an agreement with the Organization.

This man, a former race car driver, was also deeply in debt due to gambling. It was because of his past as a race car driver that he got connected with the Organization and became an ordinary driver.

Of course, "driver" here didn't refer to someone like Vodka, who specifically drove for Gin, but a common, low-level tool.

"I understand," the tool replied, glancing at Kurumi before opening the trunk of his car and beginning to move the aluminum cases filled with cash into the black sedan.

With a grunting effort, the man wiped the sweat from his brow and reported to Kurumi, "My lady, it's all moved."

"Very good," Kurumi said, nodding with satisfaction as she watched the tool's diligent efforts. "You can go back now. I'll handle things here."

"Handle things?"

As the man looked on in confusion, Kurumi pulled a Molotov cocktail from her pocket.

"Uh..." Upon seeing the red object, which resembled a grenade, the man wisely scurried away.

Getting into the driver's seat and starting the car, Kurumi pulled the pin on the Molotov cocktail. With a press of the accelerator, she tossed the soon-to-detonate incendiary device into the white van's cabin.

As the black sedan sped away, violent flames suddenly erupted inside the white van parked on the riverbank.

The crimson flames quickly engulfed the car's interior, followed by a deafening explosion.

So, the next step is to proceed with the second part of the plan.

Night fell, and a light rain began to patter down from the sky.

After a thrilling and intense robbery, the security guard who was an inside man went to a nearby hot spring to relax after his meal.

"Ah~ How much will they give me this time? A million? Or two million?"

Having made a deal with the Organization, he only needed to complete this mission to receive a portion of the one billion cash dividend.

"Looks like I won't have to worry about not having money for drugs for a while!" The long-haired man, clutching a cigarette in his mouth and walking under an umbrella down an alley on his way home, was ecstatic at the thought of having so much money to indulge himself.

However, he didn't notice a black sedan slowly approaching him from behind.

"Hmm?"