Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 483 Cleanup Operation (Part 7)

"Just what? Worried about the Black Organization's retaliation? No, they will soon be too busy to take care of the remaining undercover agents in the organization. We should also thank Curacao because she helped to clean up many other undercover agents in the organization before, which made our work much easier."

[Novelist: Indeed, it's not a good thing for those undercover agents to be too dedicated. We should just get rid of them.]

[Entomologist: Speaking of professionalism, Orpheus, why don't you explain why so many people associated with the Dark Eye Cult have suddenly arrived at the manor?]

[Acrobat: Wow, this billiard player... well, he has a lion-like tail, and his eyes look just like Mr. Alva's.]

[Apostle: This seems to be a physicist as well...]

[Professor: So what kind of high-quality talents are recruited by the Dark Eye Cult?]

[Explorer: This slide artist clearly stated it, the props and projection lights used were all cats.]

[Photographer: Ah! Could it be the thief who stole my camera lens that year?]

[Reporter: There’s actually this connection…]

[Prisoner: The manor is now ripe for the opening of a branch of the Dark Eye Cult.]

[Mechanic: Think carefully, Luca, how many Supervisors will you have to deal with in Group 10B?]

[Meteorologist: Fortunately, Group A was sent away. I can't even imagine what kind of hell Group B must be going through.]

[Aviator: One survivor facing four hunters? Come on, Luca.]

[Prisoner: Aa ...

[Adventurer: Speaking of which, this escape artist can escape from a water tank. Is he your colleague, Servi?]

[Magician: My master, John, has been captured by me. William saw it with his own eyes. I don't know about the other fellows, but this one studied under my master for a while, so he's considered my junior fellow apprentice.]

Rena Mizunashi was feeling a little conflicted. She knew that her brother Hondou Eisuke should be under the protection of the FBI now. According to Ms. Farrow, even if she took advantage of this attack to escape from the organization, there wouldn't be any big problems.

"There are several other codenamed members in this pharmaceutical factory, but they are all second-rate people. Of course, that's what Gin said, so please be careful." Rena Mizunoshi made up her mind, changed into her camouflage clothes, and fled the scene without looking back.

"Oh, he's a smart man. However, he's already in the CIA, so I guess he'll have different undercover missions in the future." Ms. Farrow sighed as she looked at Rena Mizunashi, who had no intention of getting a share of the data room and just turned around and left.

The fire investigator's infiltration was in full swing. The entire underground laboratory from the entrance to the warehouse was covered in orange-red flames. The fire investigator's somewhat crazy laughter reached the ears of every member of the Black Organization struggling in the fire.

"Friends, this is truly a miracle. If you can break free from this flame, we can embrace the 'miracle' together!"

[Knight: He's started preaching his miracle theory again.]

[Air Force: But the flames this time have been improved, right? They're very sticky...]

[Mercenary: I feel like the smell of barbecue is already wafting in the air.]

[Forward: Hey! Naib, are you going to let me enjoy my barbecue properly?]

[Gardener: Mr. Florian is amazing. This time I will also use the flame he gave me.]

[Philanthropist: Huh?]

[Doctor: Is it dangerous?]

[Gardener: Florian said I could use pink flames, which would make it look more girly.]

[Perfumer: …]

[Lawyer: Leo didn't object. It seems he's confirmed there's no danger.]

[Hitter: When did he come up with the Pramya Plus version of Flame?]

[Mechanic: As long as it works!]

The other members of the Black Organization who were still struggling in the fire at this time only felt heat waves rolling in their trachea, and every breath they took was scorching hot air. These flames looked like warm orange sunsets, burning very quietly, and not even emitting black smoke, but they just felt that their bodies were gradually being devoured and swallowed by the flames.

"A flame that produces black smoke is too bad. This is perfect, pure, complete combustion, a complete miracle!"

The flames reflected on the fire investigator's face, and a sunflower-like smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth. It was a pity that no one could appreciate the beauty of the flames in this scorching oven like him.

The grocer on the other side had it even easier. He cleared the way ahead, opened the archway when encountering obstacles, and locked the metal objects to prevent anyone from escaping. It was a pity that there were only a few pots of green plants at the corner of the stairs in this building that could be used as a medium to release the vines.

The knight smiled calmly as he watched all the members of the Black Organization, frightened by the grocer's invulnerable little bully, run towards the stairwell.

Just now, he and the grocer were traveling through the floors through the vines, so they were traveling very quickly. However, those members of the Black Organization could only use the stairs, which made it convenient for him to set some terrifying little traps on the stairs.

The first person to enter the stairwell is the first to be caught. The knights have coated the stairs with a super glue developed by entomologists and meteorologists. It's stickier than tar, and once you step on it, you'll be in trouble. This glue is currently being placed at kitchen doors to prevent thieves from eating. (Also, no supervisor is allowed to apply this glue to electric motors!)

The mercenary who climbed onto the wall and entered the kitchen: Oh, so naive.

Apply glue directly to the broken wheel on the password door and cellar: Hehe, I will definitely succeed if I am pessimistic next time.

The first person who stepped on the glue had his shoes stuck to the stairs, but the people behind him didn't know what was happening and continued to push forward. By the time the first person realized there was glue on the stairs, he had already been pushed down by the people behind him, and his whole body was lying on the glue.

After squeezing a few times, the people behind finally realized that there was a trap on the stairs, but the unlucky guy was stuck to the stairs and couldn't move.

"Hold on, brother. We're going to pull you down."

The members of the Black Organization were very united at this time. They worked together to tear off the glue-stained clothes of the unlucky guy and threw them on the stairs, so that the people behind them could pass safely.

The unfortunate guy with only his underpants left: Thank you so much!

After passing the glue section, the road below was covered with metal scraps left over from the experiments of mechanics, prisoners and pilots.

Originally, the antique dealer suggested scattering triangular nails, but Crazy Eyes said that they could just use the waste materials directly, saying that young people just don’t know how to be thrifty.

This pile of irregular metal scraps became a new dilemma for the Black Organization members on the stairs. Some of these scraps were sharper than thumbtacks, and if someone fell in this narrow space and the people behind squeezed in, the first few people who fell would have their faces come into close contact with the scraps.

[Jack: Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.]

[Wax Artist: How can someone who likes to use freezing bottles to protect corpses during joint hunting have the nerve to say that?]

[Gravekeeper: Quick-freeze bottle, sludge, three imprisonment maniacs, and accelerant guard the corpse. It's impossible to save it.]

[Savage: That's bad.]