Conan, I'll Leave My Quota to You!

"By the way, Guchuan, someone else found out about my identity."

"Mm."

"Why are you so calm about it?"

"Wasn't this something we expected?"

Guchuan's words left Conan a little hurt, but his mood quickly brightened again. Just as expected of my best bro—he understands me so well.

"I'm done talking to you. I have something important to do." Guchuan hung up and turned his full attention to dealing with Little Ai.

Little Ai had taken quite a bit of advantage of him during that phone call. It was time to pay her back.

Even after they got home, Little Ai still hadn't recovered.

So, Little Ai got to eat the first meal Guchuan had ever cooked.

She hadn't thrown up after being bumped around at the amusement park for half the day, but after tasting Guchuan's cooking, she did.

Guchuan felt a little awkward. Was it really that bad? Little Ai, you were being a little dramatic.

"I used to think vomiting from bad food was an exaggerated expression. Turns out it was actually a realistic metaphor." Little Ai rinsed her mouth in the bathroom.

Guchuan sheepishly took a bite himself. It really wasn't that bad.

"I think it's fine." Guchuan tried to salvage his dignity.

"Hehe."

Guchuan's face darkened. Your mockery has deprived the world of a great God of Cookery.

Still, if he got the chance someday, he had to cook a meal for Gin. Guchuan had always been Gin's biggest fan, and cooking for his idol had always been his dream.

After being tormented by Guchuan all day, Little Ai went to bed early.

Guchuan began disguising himself, changing clothes, then slipped out to fool around.

Smack!

Guchuan slapped a newspaper onto the table and pointed at the article about the murdered diplomat.

"The mission's complete, so when am I getting my codename?" Guchuan asked.

Gin shot him a glance.

"When he was killed, you were at the amusement park."

"So what? Does that prove I didn't kill him?" Guchuan looked indignant.

"I used an extremely sophisticated method to guide the diplomat's wife into wanting to kill him. Then, through subtle influence, I taught her how to do it and successfully had him killed in the end. Going to the amusement park afterward was simply a display of confidence." Guchuan shamelessly portrayed himself as a criminal mastermind.

Fortunately, Gin didn't believe a word of it.

"You never even came into contact with the diplomat's wife," Gin said coldly.

"That only proves how capable I am." Guchuan smiled smugly, wearing the grin of some grand villain operating behind the scenes.

"No one knows I met with the diplomat's wife, so as long as she doesn't say anything, no one will suspect me."

Gin fell silent.

Although Guchuan's explanation sounded convincing, and the diplomat really had been murdered, Gin still didn't believe that a guy with water for brains like Guchuan could use such an intelligent method to kill someone.

"Gin, if you dare steal my credit, I'll report you to the boss," Guchuan threatened.

"Hmph. The organization will remember your contribution," Gin said with a cold snort.

Fine, he would count it as Guchuan's kill. With the result right in front of him, Gin couldn't really say anything.

"Boss, let me cook you a meal." Guchuan suddenly said with a beaming smile.

"Huh?" ×2

Vodka and Gin were both confused.

This is bad. Is this brat trying to apologize to Gin and steal my position as his number one lackey?

"Sure." Gin's lips curled upward.

He also assumed Guchuan was showing submission. No man disliked the feeling of taming a wild horse.

Guchuan started heating oil in a wok while the bartender helped on the side. Before long, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was ready. It looked like an ordinary home-cooked dish, so it couldn't possibly taste that bad.

Under Guchuan's expectant gaze, Gin gave him face and was the first to pick up his chopsticks.

"Hmm?!"

Gin frowned and drew his gun, aiming it at Guchuan.

He was furious. He had thought this little wild horse was submitting, only to find that the brat was trying to toy with him!

But when he saw Guchuan calmly eating the food as if nothing were wrong, Gin became confused again.

"What are you doing?" Guchuan's eyes held thirty percent helplessness, thirty percent confusion, and forty percent bafflement.

"Keep eating. Finish it," Gin said.

"Oh." Guchuan nodded.

Only then did Guchuan realize that his sense of taste was somewhat strange. Food that tasted perfectly normal to him was unbearably awful to everyone else.

After watching Guchuan finish eating, Gin cast him a cold glance.

"The gun is yours."

"Thanks, boss!" Guchuan happily accepted Gin's pistol.

It was the first time he had gotten Gin's gun without stealing it. He was so touched. Gin would surely be pleased if he used this gun to shoot Gin someday.

Vodka nearly ground his back teeth to dust at the sight.

Damn brat. He only knows how to curry favor with the boss.

Gin opened a bottle beside him and began chugging liquor.

"This is your next target: a doctor." Gin pulled out another photograph.

"No problem. I'll take care of him soon," Guchuan said confidently.

Gin looked at Guchuan skeptically. He only thought Guchuan had gotten lucky when the diplomat was killed last time. He didn't believe Guchuan would have such good luck every time.

"One person is too few. Give me a few more missions," Guchuan said generously.

"Fine."

Gin admired Guchuan's attitude. There weren't many people in the organization like him, so energetic and eager to work hard. Though he and Guchuan had clashed before, all those conflicts dissolved at this moment.

Looking at Guchuan, Gin seemed to see his younger self.

Vodka felt an enormous sense of crisis. This is bad. Boss really seems to be viewing this brat Guchuan differently.

After Guchuan left, Vodka hurriedly tried to badmouth him again, but unlike before, Gin merely gave Vodka a cold look.

"Guchuan's temperament may be strange, but he sincerely carries out missions."

Vodka: ...

The moment Guchuan left, he called Conan. Best bro, it's your time to shine again.

"Conan, I found another doctor with some connection to the organization. He may have been treating members of that organization all along. But it looks like the organization wants to kill him."

"And that other guy also has connections to the organization. The organization wants to kill him too."

"And also..."

Guchuan rattled off a long list of names. Conan wrote them down one by one in his little notebook, marveling at Guchuan. He had put in so much effort without finding any clues, yet Guchuan had managed to uncover so many connected people at once.

This time, he would definitely catch more of the organization's lackeys. Maybe even uprooting the whole organization wasn't impossible.

Guchuan hung up with a chuckle. If he didn't end the call soon, he was afraid he would burst out laughing.

Actually, he wasn't entirely deceiving Conan.

They really were connected to the organization, and the organization really did intend to kill them. Not a single word of it was false.