Gin took a drag on his cigarette.
"Now that you've found her trail, why will it still take a year to find her?"
"I said it would take a year at most before you can meet her." Guchuan pulled a small fan from his pocket and blew the secondhand smoke in the car toward Gin.
That chain-smoker was going to smoke himself to death sooner or later.
"What do you mean?"
Guchuan took out a lollipop and popped it into his mouth.
"After a year, I should have a firm foothold in the organization. Then I can use this achievement to replace you, Gin."
Gin stared at Guchuan darkly.
This brat was full of lies. Not a word he said was believable.
"Sherry's value is no joke. She is not something you can use to make jokes," Gin said.
"Of course I know her value."
The car fell silent. Vodka focused fully on driving, his breathing even and orderly.
"Screech—"
The car came to a stop, and the three got out one after another.
Thanks to Guchuan's little electric fan, smoke was still wafting out from beneath Gin's tie when he stepped out of the car.
"Tell me, who is investigating our organization?" Gin asked.
The three arrived at a bar and sat down, surrounding Vodka in the middle. The special treatment made him deeply uneasy, and he nearly tried to run away several times.
"Dark skin, blond hair, fairly handsome," Guchuan listed Amuro Tooru's characteristics.
Though he could not yet be certain it was him, pinning the blame on him was the right move.
Those undercover agents were always trying to undermine the great organization. It was simply outrageous! Unlike Conan and him, who had always devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the organization.
Gin's expression remained calm, as though he