Before answering, Tangze deliberately raised a hand to block Conan's head.
Given Gin's sharp senses, the padding in the bag alone was useless. Tangze had been doing his best to keep his breathing roughly in sync, lest Gin notice a fourth set of breaths in the car.
Now that Conan had gotten worked up, even with conscious control, he was bound to make some noise. Better to take precautions.
After readjusting his breathing rhythm, Tangze pretended he was searching for something, opened the clasp of his briefcase, quickly pulled out two sheets of paper, and handed them toward the front passenger seat.
"'DNA test report'?" Gin took them and glanced over them before sneering. "If Bourbon believed in this crap, he wouldn't have proposed the plan in the first place."
To infiltrate the Organization, Shuichi Akai had dealt with his identity information extremely thoroughly. Even the FBI needed items he had recently used to determine whether he was dead, much less the Organization.
Tooru Amuro had seized on exactly that point, insisting that without seeing a complete body or witnessing the death firsthand, they could not conclude that Shuichi Akai was dead.
Previously, Gin had regarded that argument as senseless nitpicking.
Kir had carried out the execution herself right in front of Gin. Who the hell were you to disagree?
What, did you have to kill him yourself before you could prove he was really dead?
However, after what had happened tonight, Gin's opinion had shifted slightly.
Not enough to trust Tooru Amuro, of course. He merely had a few doubts now.
Those doubts came from the fact that the other party had dealt with so many people so quickly, yet had never shown himself, as though he feared exposing himself before them.
If Gin had to dig deeper, then