After Guchuan's little stunt, Gin had no intention of dealing with the man in black. He turned and left.
"Hey! Um..."
"Hmph!"
Vodka stepped in front of the man in black and shoved him to the ground.
After leaving the transaction site, Gin walked silently ahead.
"Hmm?"
Hit by a pebble someone had kicked at him, Gin was reaching the end of his patience.
"Do you want to die that badly?" Gin pressed a gun against Guchuan.
"Boss, I didn't do it on purpose." Guchuan looked utterly innocent.
But that expression fooled no one. Gin grabbed Guchuan and dragged him into an empty alley. Vodka hesitated, wanting to follow, but Gin stopped him.
"Vodka, stand guard outside."
"Yes!" Vodka snapped to attention respectfully.
After dragging Guchuan into the alley, Gin fixed him with a cold stare.
"You forget the pain as soon as the wound heals. Looks like the lesson I gave you last time was too light."
Guchuan said nothing. He took off his black trench coat and looked at Gin eagerly.
Surprised by Guchuan's attitude, Gin seemed to think he had some sort of strange fetish. Even his gaze held a trace of disgust.
"Come on."
Guchuan launched a sneak attack without a shred of honor.
After receiving Gin's orders, Vodka quietly remained outside on guard. Hearing the sounds from within, he gleefully imagined what Guchuan would look like after getting beaten up.
"Vodka, where exactly did that guy come from?" Chianti asked curiously.
"Just a brat who recently joined the organization." Vodka spoke disdainfully.
"An ordinary brat wouldn't receive such special treatment from Boss Gin." Chianti blew a bubble from her gum.
Vodka glanced into the alley, then spoke indifferently.
"He just has a good father."
So he was a rich second-generation kid. Chianti immediately lost interest.
Before long, Gin and Guchuan emerged from the alley.
Yet both of them looked quite clean, and Vodka could not tell whether Guchuan had actually been beaten.
"The mission's complete, so I'll be leaving first," Guchuan said.
Gin lit a cigarette and remained silent.
Guchuan took Gin's silence as agreement, turned around, and left.
"Wait." Gin stopped Guchuan.
"What else is it?"
"Leave my gun behind." Gin looked at Guchuan calmly.
Guchuan took the gun from his pocket and tossed it to Gin.
"The car keys."
Guchuan took the car keys from another pocket and threw them over as well.
"The lighter."
Guchuan reached into his pockets again...
Seriously, it was a good thing he kept track of things. Otherwise, Gin and the others would have lost all their belongings.
Chianti stared at the scene before her in astonishment. Was that why this new member's clothes had so many pockets?
"No, wait. I didn't swipe your lighter either." Guchuan gripped the item in his pocket without taking it out.
Gin looked at him quietly. Only after several seconds of silence did he speak. "You can go."
"Sure."
Guchuan left with astonishingly clean efficiency, opening the eyes of Chianti and the others, who were meeting him for the first time.
This guy dared to steal Boss Gin's things, and judging by this, it was probably far from the first time.
After Guchuan left, Vodka's expression suddenly changed.
Gin noticed the change in Vodka's expression and asked what was wrong.
Vodka hemmed and hawed, only speaking in shame after a long while.
"Boss, my gun might have ended up in someone else's pocket."
"Shinichi, do we really have to come here this late? Can't we come tomorrow?"
Professor Agasa drove Conan to the Art Museum.
"Something like this should naturally be handled as soon as possible, Professor Agasa," Conan said from the passenger seat.
"We're here."
Professor Agasa found a place to park, and the two stood before the Art Museum.
Looking at the locked door, Professor Agasa sighed.
"At this hour, they're definitely home already. Let's come back tomorrow."
But Conan had no intention of leaving.
"Professor Agasa, how about we sneak in directly?"
"Shinichi, that's against the law!" Professor Agasa shouted.
"Shh!"
Conan covered Professor Agasa's mouth and cautiously looked around.
"You'll get us discovered if you're that loud."
Professor Agasa pried Conan's hand away and earnestly advised him, "Shinichi, we came to find that Guchuan, not to steal anything. Since Guchuan isn't here, we should just leave."
"No, Professor," Conan said.
"You don't understand, Professor. Guchuan has a very strange personality."
"How strange?" the professor asked.
"The kind of strange that's impossible to put into words," Conan said.
Professor Agasa scratched his head. Just how strange was that supposed to be?
"This Art Museum is used to store his collection. There may be some exhibits inside that he can't let outsiders know about," Conan said quietly.
"So what?" Professor Agasa asked in confusion.
Whatever Guchuan collected had nothing to do with them.
"There might be some of the medicine that shrank me inside."
"What are you talking about? Shinichi, you're probably just curious." Professor Agasa looked at Conan.
"How could that be!"
Having his thoughts exposed, Conan awkwardly waved his hand. He was just a tiny bit curious, not that curious.
"Besides, Guchuan took my Voice-Changing Bowtie and Anesthetic Needle. It's not too much to take back what belongs to me, right?" Ignoring Professor Agasa's attempts to stop him, Conan skillfully picked the lock on the Art Museum's door.
Under Guchuan's covert gaze, he walked straight into the Art Museum.
Guchuan rubbed his chin.
He had always been the one stealing from others. He never expected someone to come rob his own home this time.
After watching Conan drag Professor Agasa inside, Guchuan got into Professor Agasa's Beetle, secretly drove it to a secluded spot, and then returned.
Conan crept through the Art Museum, feeling his way around.
Professor Agasa followed behind Conan with his face covered, occasionally tugging at him.
"Shinichi, let's go back."
"We're already here. How can we leave just like that?" Conan flatly refused Professor Agasa.
Bang~
The items in the Art Museum were arranged in a messy jumble. Conan picked up the object he had kicked.
"A handgun!"
Conan nearly jumped out of his skin.
He had expected some of Guchuan's collectibles to be less than legal, but he had not expected him to collect handguns outright.
Looking around again, Conan's expression grew worse and worse.
Colt M1911, Browning M1910, Walther PP...
Professor Agasa was already terrified.
"Shinichi, could that Guchuan you mentioned be an arms dealer?"
"No." Conan swallowed.
"These are all very old models. Guchuan probably just likes antique guns and collects them."
Conan continued forward and stopped before a suit of armor.
The gleaming armor reflected the light from Conan's tiny flashlight onto his face. Conan blinked.
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