Inside the Porsche 356A, Gin's chest had still been rising and falling, but he suddenly went still. In disbelief, Vodka reached over to check his breathing.
When he discovered that his boss Gin had stopped breathing, Vodka froze, then his eyes began to redden.
"Boss... how... how could you just die like that..."
Just as Aizen reached out to finish Vodka off as well, Conan suddenly grabbed his trouser leg.
Conan had actually wanted to put a hand on Aizen's shoulder to stop him. That would have looked cooler, after all.
But... he was nowhere near tall enough... which took most of the force and style out of the gesture.
Naturally, Aizen wasn't about to stop just because a little brat tried to hold him back. But when he tried to use Soul Siphon to draw out Vodka's soul, he discovered that the spirit power inside him had vanished...
It hadn't actually vanished. He simply couldn't use any of it...
Aizen looked down in astonishment at Conan, who barely reached his calves.
Aizen remembered Sasuke mentioning that this boy named Conan had a bizarre constitution that nullified all supernatural powers.
With that in mind, Aizen abandoned the idea of killing Vodka.
Withdrawing his hand, Aizen rested it gently on Conan's head and smiled. "All right, you can let go now. I'll spare him!"
Aizen intended to get along with Conan. This boy would undoubtedly be very useful someday.
If he ever faced an enemy he couldn't defeat, holding this boy might just let him turn the tables and kill them...
Naturally, Conan had no idea what Aizen was thinking.
He hadn't really expected to stop someone with psychic powers from killing anyone...
After all, the gap between them was far too great. Yet this man with such a gentle