Guchuan: I Really Want to Improve

Ventriloquism Master!?

Little Ai's expression was strange; she didn't think she was an idiot.

But looking at the group of people around her who seemed completely used to it, she didn't know if there was something wrong with her, or with them.

Under 'Kogoro Mouri's' deduction, the culprit was quickly identified.

The briefcase in Nakajima's hand was opened, and Takeshita, terrified, crouched on the ground, covering his head.

"So, Mr. Takeshita is the bomber, right?"

"And this briefcase right now, it should be the one Mr. Nakajima was supposed to give to that man in black."

The culprit was angrily apprehended, and then, things were just getting started.

"So, Mr. Nakajima, since you were lucky enough not to be killed, what exactly is the identity of that man in black you were dealing with?" Conan asked.

"Now that you've messed up the deal, that organization definitely won't let you off. The best choice now is to tell us everything and seek police help."

Nakajima gritted his teeth.

"I really don't know who those people are, but we always made exchanges at the same location."

Little Ai already had a bad feeling.

The party dealing with this person named Nakajima was very likely The Organization.

Little Ai looked up at Guchuan and, for the first time, actively sought a hug.

"I'm tired. Can we go home?"

"We have to wait for the police to release people," Guchuan said, picking Little Ai up.

"Guchuan!"

Conan shouted at Guchuan and then rushed out of the company. Guchuan placed Little Ai into Ran's arms and followed him.

"Don't go!" Little Ai yelled at Guchuan, then angrily cursed Conan.

That damn detective, why did he have to involve Guchuan!

As soon as Conan walked out of the company, Guchuan gave him a swift chop to the neck.

Bro isn't interested in playing games with you. Just stay put.

After tossing Conan into a trash can, Guchuan dialed Gin's number.

"Gin, I have some sad news for you. Tequila is dead."

"I know," Gin replied, his voice showing a rare hint of anger.

It was an absolute disgrace that an elite, code-named member of The Organization had died so inexplicably.

"Gin, even though Tequila died, I got the money. And since a code-named member just died, don't you think I could get a promotion?" Guchuan was eager to advance.

Gin paused for a moment.

This damn kid, someone who hasn't even completed a single independent mission, how could he get a code name? Does he think The Organization is some sort of place where you can just climb the ranks through connections?

"As long as you have enough ability, I will apply to the boss for a code name for you. Now, bring the goods."

"Understood."

Arriving at the usual spot where he hung out with Gin, Guchuan naturally sat next to Vodka and ordered a glass of juice.

With an arm around Vodka's shoulder, Guchuan pulled money out of his clothes pockets. Soon, the table in front of them was piled high with cash.

Vodka's eyelid twitched. How many pockets does this guy have?

"It was just a simple transaction mission, and Tequila, a code-named member, somehow managed to get himself killed? Good thing I, an elite employee, was there to bring the money back."

Guchuan's face was full of smugness, his leg almost propped up to Vodka's face.

"So Gin, when do I get promoted?"

Only Guchuan's voice could be heard in the entire bar. Gin silently smoked, but the low pressure in the air around him indicated his foul mood.

"The Organization doesn't need code-named members who won't follow orders." Gin stubbed out his cigarette and pulled out a baseball bat.

"What do you mean?" Guchuan stood up.

"I just performed a meritorious service for The Organization!"

I just saved so much money for The Organization, why are you still hitting me?

But Gin didn't need a reason to kill, let alone hit someone.

Vodka stood by, a smile on his face. Let that kid be so arrogant, even daring to haggle with Big Bro when taking on a mission.

"The Organization needs those files, you idiot." Gin looked at Guchuan the same way he looked at Vodka, which made Guchuan very unhappy.

"I have more pockets; I just haven't taken them out yet."

Guchuan took off his black trench coat, and several stacks of files fell out.

Gin glanced at Guchuan. If he hadn't said anything, would this troublemaker have embezzled the files The Organization needed?

"Because you secured the files this time, the original plan to break your legs has been reduced to just teaching you a lesson."

Gin wasn't an unreasonable person.

"Vodka, go!"

"Huh? Me?" Vodka looked completely flustered.

He had seen Gin and Guchuan fight before, and Vodka felt like he'd be the one getting beaten if he went in.

But soon, Vodka realized he had misunderstood Gin's intentions.

Gin meant for both of them to go at Guchuan.

Thump~

Boom~

Countless bottles shattered, and several sofas and chairs were broken.

With Gin disregarding his status and engaging in a two-on-one fight, Guchuan developed several red welts and some scrapes on his face.

Gin, on the other hand, was fine, but Vodka's face was swollen like a pig's head, hurting with every movement.

"Gin, you've gone too far! I'm going to report you to the boss!" Guchuan gasped, clutching his injuries.

With his Combat Mastery, he wasn't afraid of Gin in a one-on-one fight, but Gin fought unfairly by ganging up on him.

"Heh."

Gin lit a cigarette after the fight, but couldn't find his lighter when he went to light it.

He turned to look at Guchuan and, sure enough, saw Guchuan pull a lighter from his pocket.

"You even steal from your opponent during a fight. Truly 'never forgetting your original intention,' are we?"

"Just happened to pick it up." Guchuan tossed the lit lighter onto Vodka. Due to the earlier commotion, Vodka had a lot of alcohol on him, so he was practically flammable.

"Ah! Damn it, you bastard!"

Vodka quickly ripped off his clothes. The bartender quickly brought a bucket of water and poured it over Vodka.

In the end, the bartender, thwarted in his attempt to kill, rescued Vodka with a fire extinguisher. Vodka didn't have any burns, but the injuries he sustained from the beating earlier stung so badly when they touched water that he kept gasping for air.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Guchuan waved his hand innocently.

Honestly, he really didn't mean to. It was an accident, all an accident.

Gin looked at the troublemaker and the useless one, his head aching terribly.

"Get lost, now." Gin turned away, not wanting to see that bastard Guchuan.

"So, about my promotion?"

"Get out!"

"Fine, I'll go. Why are you being so fierce?"

Guchuan tidied his clothes and walked out of the bar.

After Guchuan left, Vodka finally couldn't help but badmouth him in front of Gin.

"Big Brother, that kid Guchuan is nothing but trouble. Letting him stay in The Organization will only cause problems!"

"Then you go kill him?" Gin gave him a cold look.

"Uh." Vodka chuckled awkwardly.

On second thought, no. Who would kill whom was still up in the air.

"What I mean is, transfer him to the intelligence team. It's easier for him to gather information with his identity."

As long as Guchuan was in the action team, Vodka would be bullied. But this guy was born lucky, so he couldn't instigate Big Brother to just kill him.

So, it was best for this bastard to get as far away as possible.

Gin didn't agree to Vodka's suggestion.

"The Organization is running out of talent."