Ke Xue: Ai-chan and I have an agreement

Chapter 711 The Fallen Gin

After saying goodbye to Kinna, Shiina Yuichi had been thinking about a question.

eternal life?

Even in the world of Detective Conan, this is probably, likely, unlikely to come true.

The key question is, what are those old guys in the cleaners thinking?

Shiina Yuichi racked his brains but still couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, he remembered the totems he had seen at the Twilight Villa.

How could it be impossible... This thing must be related to the BOSS, right?

The more Shiina Yuichi thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

After all, he still hasn't figured out the BOSS's purpose in establishing the winery.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the fact that Shiina Yuichi himself was unwilling to think about things that were not related to himself.

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will take root and sprout instantly.

Yuichi Shiina felt he needed a breakthrough, and he had already chosen a candidate.

The thought of him made Shiina Yuichi smile maliciously.

Poor thing, he'd be so happy to see me, wouldn't he?

Gin-san~

Meanwhile, Gin had no idea what he was about to face.

Compared to the unknown schemes, he remained indifferent even when facing two experienced criminal police officers.

Bukaev scratched his head, somewhat at a loss with Gin. He had never seen such a calm murderer before, or was he just born this way?

Helpless, Bukayev reached into the inside pocket of his coat, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one with a slightly annoyed expression.

Unexpectedly, this action caught Gin's attention.

He hadn't smoked for several hours.

These Russian cops took all his belongings.

The meticulous Ksenia put down her pen, snatched the cigarette from Bukaev's hand without hesitation, and carefully placed it between Gin's two fingers.

Gin's expression showed a fleeting look of surprise, before he unabashedly puffed out a cloud of smoke.

Only Bukaev had black lines crawling all over his forehead.

It seems it's time the surveillance cameras in the interrogation room were taken out of order.

Gin ignored Ksenia's goodwill.

The cigarettes from this foreign land are quite nice, though.

Seeing this, Ksenia didn't have much either.

She has been in the profession for several years and knows that torture is useless against such stubborn individuals, and so is psychological warfare.

Because they knew nothing about Gin, they had no idea where to begin.

It will take several hours for the investigation order from headquarters to arrive.

At this stage, there's no good solution other than waiting it out.

Bukaev understood this principle as well, but the question was... why should you take my cigarettes?

Boom boom boom!

The knocking broke the silence. Bukayev lost his appetite for smoking and pushed the door open. A junior police officer saluted, holding a still-warm paper document.

"Sir, a fax has arrived. Please take a look."

After speaking, the officer handed over the documents.

Bukayev frowned as he took the document, glanced at it briefly, and then his expression turned quite unpleasant.

It's more like a letter than a document.

A letter of challenge.

Is someone planning to rob the police station?

Moreover, the target was the mysterious man in the trench coat who was currently in the interrogation room.

No, that's too arrogant.

If not knowing Gin's identity was bothering him, then this letter was a blatant provocation.

Bukaev gripped the fax in his hand, then turned around, kicked open the door, and threw the document at Gin's face, even blowing the cigarette out of his mouth.

Poor Gin, when was he ever treated like this?

The murderous intent in those dark green eyes was completely undisguised.

Bukayev ignored him completely and said coldly, "Do you think I can't do anything to you while we're waiting for the investigation order?"

"This is Russia, this is Vyazemsky!"

"This is not a place where criminals like you can come and go as you please."

The sudden outburst of anger surprised Ksenia, who picked up the fax that had fallen to the ground and took a look.

[You dare arrest my boss? Do you really think I, Vodka, am a pushover? Tonight at 9 PM, a night raid on the Vyazemsky headquarters! See you there!!]

Hmm... this looks like street thugs are about to have an armed shootout.

fight?

Ksenia was speechless, unsure of what to say.

Gin also caught a glimpse of the contents of the document out of the corner of his eye.

With just one glance, he could tell that the fax and vodka had absolutely nothing to do with each other.

That guy...would never be that arrogant.

That familiar tone, that irritating manner—he knew who it was without even guessing.

Besides Porter, who else could it be?

But... who sent him to Vyazemsky?

Gin's face was ashen; he couldn't understand what was going on for a moment.

Little did they know that the entire interrogation room's contents were being secretly transmitted to a special frequency converter. Behind the pale blue screen, Shiina Yuichi grinned broadly, revealing his large teeth.

"Noah, save! You have to save it!!" Shiina Yuichi shouted, pointing at the screen.

An irregular burst of light flashed from the array server to his right, seemingly speechless at Shiina Yuichi's naiveté.

Shiina Yu rested her chin on her hand, leaned back in her chair, and laughed for a while before gradually suppressing her smile.

He was naturally happy to see Gin get his comeuppance.

However, he would be even happier if he could see Gin when he couldn't move.

Unfortunately, his original intention was to have the FSB take the lead and challenge the distillery.

The plan has gone awry, and he has some questions to ask Gin.

They finally managed to get him in, and now they have to get him out.

Shiina Yuichi was also helpless, thinking that he should have known better than to go through all this trouble.

Hey, speaking of this, have you forgotten someone?

Shiina Yuichi stroked his chin, lost in thought.

He quickly remembered it.

Bourbon!!

At the same time, it seemed to sense Shiina Yuichi's thoughts.

Amuro Tooru, who was hiding in a basement, was gritting his teeth as he looked at the intelligence sent by Interpol, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He actually made it onto the FSB's wanted list.

Although specific details about their appearance have not been revealed, some clues have already been given.

How exactly does headquarters operate?

The most crucial point is... those state police officers, they don't know their own strength when they hit someone.

A life-or-death race unfolded on the highway, with the chase taking place from Vyazemsky all the way to Vladivostok.

Amuro Tooru wasn't quite sure if he had actually been recruited by the Black Organization.

If it weren't for the men he brought, he could have been singing "Tears Behind Bars" with Gin right now.

Still furious, Amuro Tooru dialed Shiina Yuichi's number.

"Hey, my dear ally, how are you? I've heard the people in this country are very hospitable; I wonder if you've felt it?"

The harsh tone came through the microphone, and Amuro Tooru could no longer control himself, bursting into a tirade.

On the other end, Shiina Yuichi wisely tossed the phone far away.

You're so impatient and irritable, why are you so short-tempered?

Shiina Yuichi picked at his ear, not taking it seriously.

Toru Amuro: ***.