Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 502: Decisive Battle (Part 2)

"What's the point of knowing the truth if it can't solve the problem? Detective, you even need help with drug development. Do you think knowing a little extra information will make a difference?" The photographer tapped the ground with his cane. "Or are you just curious about this?"

"You know, you've been in danger several times when facing the Black Organization. If it weren't for Vermouth and the help of others, do you think you could have survived until now?"

Conan was speechless for a moment. After all, he really did not have the capital to confront the Black Organization head-on. Even Shuichi Akai only regarded him as a smart boy and would never let him go in a head-on battle.

In the end, Conan left with Hattori Heiji and Sera Masumi, while Akai Shuichi stayed here.

Sera Masumi patted Conan's shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged. I wanted to know too at the beginning, but what the Crow Man said was right. We can't fight against the vicious Black Organization with real weapons. They are different from the murderers encountered in those cases."

"Yes, those murderers at best committed accidental killings or committed intentional killings for other purposes. They will more or less be brought to justice after the truth is revealed. But those people in the Black Organization probably have no idea of ​​abiding by the law at all." Hattori Heiji also comforted.

"However, I can ask the Osaka Police Station to keep an eye on any major events that may occur soon. That way, we can at least get some information."

Conan took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Hattori and Sera. I was too impulsive this time. But I really want to return to my normal life."

"Don't worry, we all know what's going on with you. After all, if you continue like this, what will happen to Xiaolan?" Hattori Heiji squatted down again and rubbed Conan's hair hard.

Sera Masumi also nodded: "Now we can only pay attention to the news in the newspaper to see if there are any suspicious major incidents recently."

Akai Shuichi, who stayed here, looked at Nightmare and the photographer in silence. After a long moment, he spoke: "Why did you keep me here? What do you want to say?"

"Join our manor." Nightmare said casually.

"This is impossible."

"You have the same personality as Amuro Toru, so I knew you wouldn't agree." Nightmare shook his head. "The Black Organization's headquarters is in Tottori Prefecture, and their laboratory is hidden in the suburbs. Let's go back and take down the laboratory before attacking the headquarters."

"There's a biological laboratory we haven't visited yet. Here's the address. If you want to go, go check it out. Incidentally, the police are also aware of this."

Shuichi Akai understood that it could be the mercenaries from the Public Security Bureau who passed the message to Toru Amuro.

After a brief exchange of information, Shuichi Akai hadn't expected the Oredis Organization to be so generous. Indeed, the Oredis people weren't particularly interested in the Black Organization's possessions. They said that both the FBI and the police could take advantage of the Black Organization's misfortune and the people of the Oredis Manor wouldn't stop them.

What did the Black Organization possess? Arms? There wasn't a single arms dealer in the manor yet, and not even the toy dealers dared to claim they were interested in the weapons business. Connections? Sorry, they were about to be wiped out, and any connections they had would be cut off.

Potions? Nightmare wasn't interested in rejuvenating potions; he only wanted research data related to memory or the mind. Another photographer interested in rejuvenation had already embarked on an unscientific path, ultimately pursuing the goal of using photography to create and travel through infinite time.

As for the rest of the Black Organization's assets, they were all going to go. There was no point in keeping these scraps of paper and the numbers on their bank cards; they could only be passed on to Curacao and Miyano Akemi. Philanthropists had already teamed up with toy manufacturers to start a massive money-spending operation, featuring a money-giving boy.

The prospectors have already taken their favorite ores to take care of the golden pavilion, which will be used as the venue for the Performing Star and Nymph Awards ceremonies in the future.

Of course, Conan did not miss the opportunity to get information. He stayed at Kudo's house directly. When Akai Shuichi came back, he saw the big head shaking at the door.

In order to prevent Conan from making trouble, Shuichi Akai promised that the FBI would do its best to search for the drug. After all, Shuichi Akai also had to consider his mother, Mari Akai, who was still living in the hotel with Masumi Sera as a child.

On the Black Organization's side, Binga, who was transferred back to the headquarters from the Pacific, looked at Gin with a complaining look on his face.

"Hey Gin, I've heard of that Oletus too, but I didn't expect you to actually get thwarted when facing them? Ha, I told you long ago that you should step down and let others take over."

Binga's words were full of provocation, forcing Vodka, standing behind Gin, to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Vermouth, standing behind him, watched Binga's suicidal behavior, showing no intention of stepping forward to ease the situation. Chianti silently maintained her sniper rifle, gazing at Binga with displeasure, as if ready to thrust it into his head at any moment. Colen stood silently, but his gaze from behind his sunglasses never left Binga.

Toru Amuro and the mercenary stood on the other side. Toru Amuro was looking at Binga carefully, while the mercenary just glanced at Binga casually and turned his head away in a daze.

Binga was originally going after Gin, but when he saw the mercenary ignoring him, he immediately pointed the finger at the mercenary: "You are the good-for-nothing Negroni, right?"

"Good fellow," Amuro Toru exclaimed. "How dare you say that to a mercenary? Is this guy just mad at me?" What kind of temper does a mercenary have? Most of those who dared to provoke a mercenary or mock him for their appetite were sent to the organization's sanatorium, where they were bedridden for three months.

Vodka's face was now covered in cold sweat. Binga had the audacity to offend his eldest brother upon his return, even mocking Negroni. Vodka wasn't someone who would willingly submit to others. He followed Gin because of their long-standing friendship and admiration for his abilities.

As for why he was willing to pay for the mercenary, a buffet killer, "a small part" of the reason was that he was intimidated by the mercenary's military power, and a larger part of the reason was that the mercenary could often bring back some extremely rare peripherals such as celebrity albums.

You should know that the price of peripherals of this quality in the second-hand market is very high, but the mercenary can bring it back at will. He Vodka does not need to rush to buy it online or participate in a lottery to get such a good thing.

(Lucky people: When the work is done, they leave, keeping their achievements and fame hidden.)

Well, Negroni was generally a good guy. Vodka wondered if he should unite with the mercenaries to exclude this ungrateful Binga. He also felt that Binga was truly a talent. He had managed to offend two of the organization's most capable fighters in just two minutes. His brain must have been, as Negroni said, a Pacific Ocean swim, and that's why it was flooded.

Chianti, who had been paying close attention to the development of the situation, had quietly pulled the safety of the sniper rifle in his hand, preparing to give Binga an impressive greeting gift. Collen did not stop his teammate's actions because Binga's behavior was too jumpy.