Chapter 111 Chapter 111 How dare you hurt him!

What Olga didn't expect was that Rum's paranoia had reached a crazy level.

After receiving information from Binga and Curacao, Rum temporarily put aside his suspicions about Bourbon and Kiel, but he still had doubts. So that night, Rum actually sent Curacao directly to the Metropolitan Police Department to try to steal the undercover list.

At that time, not to mention Bourbon and Kiel, even Olga didn't know that Rum would do this.

An hour after the Slivovitz incident, Olga lay in a villa on the outskirts of Tokyo, with a private doctor tending to a gunshot wound in her shoulder.

Kiel, who had just felt relieved, received another text message from Olga.

After a brief hesitation, she followed Olga's request and sent a new piece of information to the FBI - RUM was dispatched. Conan, who was with Akai Shuichi, of course immediately learned of this information.

Even though Olga didn't know Rum had sent another attack on Curacao, she had no intention of keeping Rum. Rum had to die.

It was already daybreak when he received the text from Gil. Even after staying up all night, Conan, now an elementary school student, still had to go to school.

"I can ask for leave for you, Shin-chan."

Kudo Yukiko had recovered from the shock of witnessing the sniper headshot and was now as lively as ever, even in the mood to tease Conan with a smile. Conan, in response, simply put on his coat, shouldered his backpack, yawned, and headed out the door.

"That's not necessary."

In fact, Conan doesn't love going to school, but——

After leaving Kudo's house, Conan turned a corner and went straight to the professor's house. He sat on the sofa and waited for about fifteen minutes before Haibara came to school with him. Actually, he didn't have half-moon eyes to begin with, but it was because Haibara yawned while packing up, and it took a full fifteen minutes to finish the preparations before leaving.

Conan came to find Haibara early in the morning, risking being discovered by Haibara for his dangerous behavior last night, mainly because he couldn't wait to know some information about Rum.

What? Why didn't he just tell Kudo Yukiko that he was going to ask Haibara for information?

Because Akai Shuichi was there. Instinctively, Conan didn't want Akai Shuichi and Haibara to have too much contact. He couldn't explain why. Akai-san was clearly on their side, wasn't he? And Haibara wasn't as scared or upset with him anymore.

"Rum?" Huibara yawned and continued walking forward, looking completely nonchalant. "Really? I don't know. Like I said, I'm not very knowledgeable about alcohol."

Conan looked at Huiyuan's expression and couldn't help but reveal his crescent eyes for the second time in the morning. He knew that Huiyuan didn't want him to get too deeply involved in the organization's affairs.

Well, I can't get anything out of Haibara. It seems I can only wait for Mizunashi Rena to send me new information. Conan put his hands behind his head and followed Haibara, thinking secretly in his heart. Or, he could try asking Mr. Amuro. Although Mr. Amuro would probably be mysterious and refuse to tell him any more useful information...

"But," Conan muttered inwardly, but unexpectedly, Huibara suddenly stopped and turned around, completely dropping her previous playful demeanor. At this moment, her expression was unusually serious. "The second-in-command of the organization, codenamed Rum."

Conan suddenly opened his eyes wide almost as Haibara finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the surprise on his face was obvious.

The second-in-command of the organization? !

"That's what I heard when I was still in the organization," Huibara's demeanor seemed much calmer than Conan's. She turned around, adjusted the straps of her schoolbag, and continued walking along the upper curb on her designated route to school. "But I've never seen Rum."

Conan immediately chased after him, his tone somewhat urgent: "What kind of person is Rum? Is he a man or a woman?"

Even if they only learned a little more information, it would make their current situation slightly more favorable.

Conan had seen Vermouth and Gin, as well as Bourbon and Gil. Although the latter two were undercover agents, the despair and terror they initially brought to him were real! Even Olga, who was about his age, had been playing tricks on him since childhood. Even the mischievous release of the Organization's aura could directly scare Haibara.

"Didn't I tell you I haven't seen Rum?"

Huiyuan felt helpless about Conan's urgency.

"When I was still in the organization, I heard different rumors about Rum. Everyone told a different story. A burly man, a man who looked like a woman, an elderly man. Some even said these were just his stand-ins."

As Haibara was speaking, Conan, who was following beside her, had taken out a small notebook and was carefully writing down every word she said.

He was halfway through remembering it when Huiyuan suddenly realized something and asked him, "Isn't it possible that even Rum has come out in person just to find me?"

Conan was stunned. He had originally planned to laugh it off and get away with it as usual.

But under Huiyuan's gaze, he suddenly stopped laughing mid-smile. He then straightened his expression and told the truth in a tone as relaxed as possible:

"Actually, this morning, we received intelligence from Reina Mizunashi that Rum had indeed been dispatched."

Huibara froze in place almost immediately. Conan didn't miss the barely concealed fear in her dazed eyes:

"But Rum probably didn't go out to capture you!" Although Conan couldn't be sure, he still emphasized, "After all, in the eyes of the organization, you are already dead. Rum might be going out for something else, right?"

Huiyuan sighed silently, seemingly feeling alright. She adjusted the backpack straps on her shoulders and continued walking. "Speaking of which, I also heard some information about Rum."

"Eh?" Conan stared at her back in surprise for a moment before jogging a few steps to catch up with her. Walking side by side with Huibara, he turned to observe her. "By the way, are you really okay?"

Huiyuan ignored him, brushed her hair aside, and recalled what she had heard about Rum: "It is said that Rum injured his eye in an accident, so he now has a prosthetic eye."

Conan quickly took out his little notebook and wrote down this key information.

"That's all I know about Rum."

Huiyuan sighed silently again.

"By the way, why don't you ask Mr. Amuro at the Poirot Café? Bourbon is highly regarded by Rum." So he must know more about Rum.

Conan just laughed awkwardly. It's true that he could ask Mr. Amuro, but Mr. Amuro is a riddler who is even more of a riddler than Haibara. Conan doesn't think he will tell him all the information directly.

Although Toru Amuro is a public security officer and should be on their side, Conan still trusts Haibara more than Toru Amuro.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Huiyuan about this. He just laughed it off as usual, trying to get away with it.

"I plan to ask Mr. Amuro later!" Then, Conan immediately changed the subject, "By the way, does Olga also know some information about Rum?"

Two seconds later, Conan realized that his attempt to change the subject had failed. Instead of responding, Huibara lowered her eyes slightly, as if she hadn't heard him.

It's over, I'm in trouble! Thinking about the possible relationship between Haibara and Olga that he had deduced, Conan knew that Haibara definitely didn't want Olga to be involved in these things that happened between Red and Black. He knew Haibara's character too well.

Just as Conan was scratching his head, thinking about how to remedy the situation, he heard Huibara's voice coming from the side. It was flat and simple, like a very rational and matter-of-fact statement:

"Olga must have seen Rum, I'm sure of that."

"Varied--!"

Before Conan could even react with shock, Huibara suddenly glanced at him with a hint of sarcasm: "But, are you really confident that you can get information from Olga, great detective?"

“——”

Obviously not.

So, Conan could only maintain his crescent eyes and walked into the gate of Teitan Elementary School with Haibara in a rather depressed mood.

From childhood to adulthood, every time he meets Olga, he is always the one who gets defeated... What? Even Haibara knows about this!

*

The elementary school finished school very early. After school, Conan said goodbye to Haibara at the intersection, and then went straight to the Poirot Cafe under the Mouri Detective Agency.

Regardless of whether Toru Amuro can tell him useful information or not, he will always give it a try.

Then, Conan received a message.

"Mr. Amuro?" Xiao Zi's tone was a little complaining. "He didn't come to work today. He usually disappears during working hours, but at least he always asks for leave. But today he didn't ask for leave at all. I can't get through to him by phone. I can't get in touch with him at all. What a shame!"

Conan realized something was amiss almost immediately. Amuro Toru wasn't the type to just disappear without saying goodbye. Was there some emergency that had tied him up so tightly that he didn't even have time to text a request for leave?

Conan immediately said goodbye to Xiaozi and ran out of the cafe.

He stood by the road, phone in hand, and found the number in his address book. He was about to press the call button when he hesitated, his thumb hovering over the screen for a long moment before he put the phone back in his pocket.

Conan originally wanted to contact Olga. Although he had not seen the interaction between Amuro Toru and Olga, even Haibara was sure of their closeness, so it must be reasonable to ask Olga about Amuro Toru's situation. However,

The problem was that even though Olga hadn't done anything harmful and seemed to be on their side, Conan still couldn't determine Olga's stance, nor could he tell whether Olga knew that Toru Amuro was an undercover agent. So, he didn't make the call.

After hesitating for a moment, Conan gritted his teeth and ran towards Kudo's house again.

*

Olga received Kiel's text message during her lunch break.

At that time, she was sitting in the cafeteria with Suzuki Sonoko next to her. She kept asking Mao Lilan about "Kudo Shinichi's London confession incident". Her loud voice attracted the attention of almost all the classmates.

Mao Lilan was trying to stop Suzuki Sonoko. Under everyone's gossiping gaze, she felt a little shy: "Stop talking, Sonoko!"

At this moment, Olga's cell phone on the table vibrated.

So she listened to gossip about Kudo Shinichi, and even heard Suzuki Sonoko say that Kudo Shinichi and Mori Ran kissed deeply in London, while checking the latest text messages on her mobile phone.

The message was from Gil. It wasn't a big deal; Gin had, for some reason, sent Vodka to capture Gil. Gil didn't resist and went with Vodka, but before leaving, he secretly sent Olga this message asking for help.

Olga glanced at the text message, then turned off the screen of her phone without any interest and placed it upside down on the table.

If she still remembered this after hearing Kudo Shinichi's gossip, she would go and test Gin's reaction and find out why he arrested Gil. If Gin hadn't caught any substantial evidence of Gil's undercover identity, she would just get Gil out.

Unfortunately, Olga didn't get to hear the full story of this outrageous gossip. She received a strange phone call with no caller ID.

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Olga picked it up anyway. Then, she heard a familiar, yet annoying voice.

Shuichi Akai.

Olga didn't hang up the phone immediately because of what Akai Shuichi said:

"Bourbon has been captured by Gin," Akai Shuichi said in that calm and steady tone, as if he was talking to Olga calmly about today's weather. "He might be killed soon."

Olga's left hand, which was holding the phone, tightened its fingers unconsciously, and the blue-purple veins on the back of her hand bulged slightly.

She was thinking, thinking about the truthfulness of Akai Shuichi's words.

Then, Olga had to admit that there was no need for Shuichi Akai to lie to her about this.

"Olga, what happened? Why do you look so unhappy? Are you feeling unwell?"

Olga didn't come back to her senses until she heard Mao Lilan's caring words. There was a dead tone on the phone, and it was obvious that Akai Shuichi had hung up long ago.

"No, I'm fine."

Olga stood up and said to the somewhat confused Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko, under the thoughtful gaze of Sera Masumi across from her,

"Something happened at home, and I need to go back. Please ask for leave from my homeroom teacher. I won't be coming to school this afternoon."

"Eh? But..."

Before Mao Lilan could finish her words, Olga's back had disappeared from her sight.

"You left too hastily, didn't you?" Suzuki Sonoko complained. "But I've never heard Olga mention anything about her family before."

"Maybe I can't say it." Masumi Sera on the opposite side supported his head with one hand, looked in the direction Olga left, and said meaningfully.

"Eh?" Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan turned to look at her and asked curiously, "Why can't you say it?"

In their eyes, Olga, Kudo Shinichi, and Sera Masumi had known each other since childhood—although they had also grown up with Kudo Shinichi—but the situations on both sides were clearly different. Since the three riddlers hadn't clarified their identities, Maori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko naturally assumed they were familiar with each other.

Sera Masumi naturally couldn't tell Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko about the organization, so she just waved her hands and laughed:

"Isn't Olga very familiar with the police? I was wondering if the elders in her family were some high-profile figures. Think about it, even the nameplates outside the homes of those high-ranking officials are blurred out on panoramic maps. They certainly can't just casually share their family affairs."

Ran Mouri and Suzuki Sonoko both seemed to accept Sera Masumi's explanation. Seeing their expressions of deep thought, then sudden realization, Sera Masumi finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed they had rationalized everything through their own imaginations.

Masumi Sera approached Ran Mouri and the others to find out about Kudo Shinichi. She did not want to involve these two innocent high school girls in the confrontation with the evil organization.

Therefore, she had to be careful not to mention anything about the Black Organization in front of them in the future.

*

Rei Furuya was stopped by Vermouth at the entrance of Toudou Police Hospital.

A member of the organization codenamed Curacao who sneaked into the Metropolitan Police Department to steal the undercover list at dawn was found at the Toudou Aquarium and was immediately transferred to the Toudou Police Hospital by the public security. She seemed to have lost her memory.

In order to confirm how much information Curacao had stolen, Rei Furuya drove to the Toudou Police Hospital. As soon as he opened the car door, he ran into Vermouth.

She wore sunglasses and an exaggerated sun hat, almost completely concealing her appearance. A coat hung on her forearm, and the moment she turned around, Furuya Rei suddenly saw the black muzzle of a gun hidden under the coat.

At this moment, the gun was pointed directly at him.

"Bourbon, why are you here?" Vermouth's tone was slow, with a subtle sense of oppression.

Furuya Rei, however, looked calm, showing no trace of guilt from being an undercover agent, nor any fear of being held at gunpoint.

“To bring Curacao back, of course.”

"Oh, I thought you wanted to silence her completely before she regained her memory."

Vermouth smiled, a hint of ill intent in her voice. Although she had no doubt that Bourbon was an undercover agent, she was very much looking forward to seeing him get humiliated.

Furuya Rei, however, remained the same, playing a riddle with her as if he had everything under control:

"Why would I do that? I don't understand what you're saying, Vermouth."

"So how do you plan to approach her? She's under strict protection now and won't accept any requests for meetings, or—" Vermouth changed the subject, "Do you have a way to see her easily? For example, do you have some special connection with the police?"

This was Gin's suspicion of Bourbon. It was also Rum's suspicion of Bourbon. Vermouth simply pointed it out ahead of time, so Bourbon could be mentally prepared for what was to come.

If Bourbon is truly killed by Gin, that brat will definitely not let it go, and another world-shattering chaos is inevitable, Vermouth thought. However, she didn't think Bourbon would be easily defeated by Gin.

Bourbon didn't know if he understood Vermouth's hint or not, and still looked innocent and clueless: "You've been saying some incomprehensible things from the beginning."

Vermouth couldn't help but sigh that although Bourbon was annoying, his abilities were indeed impeccable. Now, even she found it difficult to tell whether this guy was acting.

"Forget it, it's not convenient to talk here." Vermouth approached Bourbon with a gun, "Let's talk somewhere else."

"Of course," Bourbon even raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. If you ignore the relaxed smile on his face, it really does seem like it. "If this is the organization's order, then I have no choice but to obey."

As he said this, he didn't seem to have a trace of serious loyalty.

*

Then, Furuya Rei was pointed at a gun by Vermouth and walked into an abandoned warehouse in a deserted area. He saw Kir who was handcuffed to a pillar and Gin who was standing beside him with ill intentions.

Tsk.

No matter what he was thinking, Fūya Rei didn't show it on his face. He obediently let Vodka take out a pair of handcuffs and handcuff him and Kil to the same pillar.

"It seems that we are suspected of being undercover agents." First of all, he needs to find out how much intelligence the organization has.

But Gin snorted disdainfully, threw the half-burned cigarette on the ground, and crushed it with his foot:

"It seems your names are on the undercover list sent by Curacao."

Curacao, rumored to be Rum's confidant and a special agent in the organization responsible for gathering information, has a distinctive appearance: her eyes are different colors, also known as heterochromia. This also means... the white-haired woman who broke into the Metropolitan Police Department in the early hours of the morning.

At this point, Furuya Rei was forced to give in to Rum's suspicion. He had just tested him and Kiel, and less than an hour later, he had sent Curacao to steal information. Unfortunately, Curacao had an accident and lost his memory.

It seems the information Curacao provided before he lost his memory was incomplete. Furuya Rei analyzed this calmly. If Gin had been certain they were undercover agents, given his personality, he wouldn't have spoken to them any further and would have shot them dead long ago.

Soon, Vodka's words confirmed Furuya Rei's inference:

"For the sake of our past friendship, as long as you tell the truth, I will make your death a quicker one!"

He was still wearing his sunglasses and raised the pistol threateningly at Bourbon and Kil.

At this time, even a fool would know not to admit it.

Vermouth sighed or something, then suddenly said something meaningful: "Everything went smoothly before we got the list, but then Curacao was discovered by the police, and he encountered an accident while trying to escape, and ended up losing his memory."

This is a more obvious hint, telling them that the organization does not actually have any substantial evidence that they are undercover agents.

Furiya Rei could feel Kil trying to unlock the handcuffs behind her. After hearing what Vermouth said, she almost immediately said:

"So what we need to do now is to take back the undercover list that Curacao obtained?"

Without knowing Vermouth's true identity, everyone seemed to assume that Gin was the most powerful person present. Apparently, even Gin himself thought so, let alone Gil. She patiently advised Gin:

"It's not too late to confirm whether we are undercover after you look at the undercover list!"

The malicious smile on Gin's face seemed to widen even further. He stood up from the wooden box he was sitting on and pulled out a pistol from his pocket.

"That's true, but—"

However, if he is willing to listen to others' explanations, he is not Gin.

Gin is a typical "I care about what I think, not what you think" person. He doesn't bother looking for evidence against anyone he deems problematic and just kills them. So what if he kills the wrong person?

This time, Gin hadn't taken action until now, and it wasn't because of Rum. Even if it was Rum's men, as long as they got in his way, he would definitely kill them first and ask for permission later.

The key this time is...

Gin slowly walked a distance in front of the two men, holding the gun in his left hand and pointing it at Bourbon. As if to intimidate Bourbon, he even moved the gun's aim several times, aiming at the heart, lungs, forehead... each of which was a vital part.

Behind him, Vermouth's brow furrowed slightly. She wanted to see Bourbon suffer, but she didn't want Gin to actually kill him. Putting everything else aside, if Bourbon died, Arthas would be in utter disarray and would cause chaos.

"Qin——"

"Bang!"

But before Vermouth could say anything to dissuade them, a sudden gunshot rang out, shaking the empty, abandoned warehouse. Vermouth's heartbeat, unusually, paused for a second at the sound of the gunshot.

"Gin!"

She immediately stepped forward to stop him. The reason was simple—Gin had just shot Bourbon in the abdomen!

It wasn't a fatal injury, but even though Bourbon tried his best to control his expression, blood continued to flow out, quickly staining his shirt red, and then dripping onto the dusty ground.

This shot was unnecessary.

Vermouth thought she knew Gin well, but Gin's shot was clearly a personal grudge!

"Gin! Stop it!"

Vermouth stepped forward to stop him, but Gin ignored her and even pushed Vermouth away with a wave of his hand. From Gin's perspective, among all the people present at the moment, his command level was the highest.

Gin has no idea of ​​Vermouth's true identity and has always regarded her as an ordinary member of the organization who pretends to be mysterious and mysterious.

At this time, Gin held the gun in his left hand and looked down at Bourbon, admiring his miserable appearance with his body slightly hunched due to the gunshot wound and his forehead covered with fine cold sweat. The malicious smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider.

He pointed the gun at Bourbon's shoulder again, his malicious tone carrying obvious sarcasm: "Why don't you ask for help from your dear Arthas, you annoying rat?"

"Gin!"

"Bang!"

Another shot. Amid Vermouth's exclamation, Gin hit Bourbon's left shoulder.

Vermouth held the phone in her pocket, struggling over whether to send a message to the boss and ask him to stop the madman Gin.

Bourbon's face had lost all color due to the pain. He raised his eyelids and looked at Gin, but suddenly, he smiled disdainfully, just like he always did when facing Gin.

That's right. Gin moved the muzzle of the gun towards Bourbon's right shoulder again, narrowing his eyes dangerously. This man, Bourbon, always looked down on him.

"You're afraid of Arthas, aren't you?" Bourbon's tone was a departure from his previous cautiousness. It was now full of provocation and sarcasm. He looked at Gin and smiled, "I didn't know you were afraid of someone, Gin."

That’s enough! Vermouth really wanted Bourbon to stop talking. He’d already been shot twice, and he still dared to provoke Gin. What on earth was he thinking?

Vermouth unlocked her phone in her pocket and began typing an email to her boss. Looking at Gin's expression, even a fool would know that something was wrong.

"Humph." Gin seemed to be amused. "Why would I be afraid of that brat? You should be the one afraid of her, you, a guy who relies on women."

Before Vermouth could finish typing the short email, Gin pressed the trigger again.

"Bang!"

This was the third shot, hitting Bourbon in the side.

"Gin!" / "——Brother!"

Now, not only Vermouth, but even Vodka hesitated.

Bourbon was shot three times, although none of them hit vital parts. But even if we ignore the pain for now, if he is tied here and not treated in time, it is only a matter of time before he bleeds to death.

"Gin! Rum hasn't given the order to kill us yet--!" "Bang!"

Before Gil could finish, Gin turned the gun and fired another shot, piercing Gil's shoulder. The pain instantly broke out in a cold sweat. She had to admire Bourbon for being able to remain silent after being shot three times.

"It is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go. This is my rule."

Gin turned the gun again. This time, he aimed it at Bourbon's head. He admired Bourbon's painful expression, and then thought about the angry and painful expression that little devil would have in the future. In an instant, he felt a sense of joy in his body and mind.

"Then next—it's time to punish the traitor."

"Gin!" "Brother!" "Bang!"

The gunshot rang out again. But this time, it was indeed the gun in Gin's hand that flew out!

The originally tightly closed door of the warehouse was kicked open with a bang, mottled rust flakes fell down, and the sunlight from outside immediately filled the dim room.

Fūya Rei narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked towards the gate. A familiar figure was approaching against the light. He knew who it was just from the shadow.

So, even in the midst of pain, Gin couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth with malice.

"Ah, al, sa, s."

Gin was hit in the left arm. He covered the wound and uttered the name with gritted teeth.

Olga ignored Gin completely, without even giving him a glance, and walked straight to Furuya Rei, reaching out to untie his restraints.

Then she saw clearly that Rei Furuya was injured!

His shirt was completely stained with blood, a bright, beautiful color that now seemed incredibly glaring.

She saw the somewhat dilated pupils of Fūya Rei, saw herself reflected in his pupils, and saw him smile at her, very slightly, as if out of relief and happiness.

What's there to be happy about? Getting shot three times by Gin?

Then, as if he could no longer hold on, he slowly closed his eyes, his head tilted, and fell forward.

Olga's hand paused in mid-air. Hidden by her hair, her emerald eyes were filled with a thick, inextricable gloom.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was following behind him, exclaimed. Seeing Olga's indifferent look, he quickly stepped forward to catch Furuya Rei. "How did you get hurt like this? What happened? Who did this?"

You can guess who did it with your knees.

Jinpei Matsuda also knew that Rei Furuya was unable to answer his questions at the moment. Although his eyes were still half open, his pupils had begun to dilate, and it was unknown how much consciousness he had left.

Matsuda Jinpei gritted his teeth, pulled out a piece of wire from his pocket, and with one hand he supported Furuya Rei while with the other he untied the handcuffs that bound him. He also untied Kiel who was standing beside him.

This was a new skill he had recently learned, lock picking. He hadn't expected it to come in handy so soon.

"Lingling, Lingling, please don't scare me, Lingling." Perhaps because of nervousness, Matsuda Jinpei became talkative and even subconsciously learned how Olga addressed Furuya Ling.

He placed one of Furuya Rei's hands on his shoulder, helped the unconscious man to his feet, and hurried out of the warehouse—Furuya Rei looked to be in a semi-comatose state! There were three bloody holes on his body, and Matsuda Jinpei clutched his coat, not knowing which one to plug first.

Gin pulled out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at Matsuda Jinpei with his uninjured right hand:

"Boy, you can't leave with Bourbon."

Matsuda Jinpei was truly furious. He gritted his teeth and was about to confront Gin when he heard Olga, who had remained strangely silent, speak softly, like the calm before a violent storm:

"Get out of the way, Gin."

She still had her back to them, facing the pillar where Furuya Rei and Kiel had been tied. Her head was slightly lowered, her crimson hair obscuring her eyes, and with her back to the light source, it was impossible to discern her expression.

"Alsace—"

Vermouth was about to whisper something, but Gin spoke first in a sarcastic and provocative tone:

"Let them go?" He sneered. "Is this an order from Champagne? Or is it your request, Alsace?"

Vermouth was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked at Olga. She realized that something was wrong, and finally understood why Olga wanted to kill Gin so much.

It’s over! This was Vermouth’s only thought at the moment.

Olga still had her back to them and didn't react at all. Her silence was eerie.

Gin continued slowly in that malicious and meaningful tone:

"If it's Arthas's request, then I'm really sorry. After all, Rum's order takes priority."

He pointed the gun at Jinpei Matsuda. At the same time, Vodka also pointed the gun at Jinpei Matsuda.

“Bang!” “Bang!”

Two more gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

Vodka didn't even react in time and quickly looked in the direction of the gunshot.

Blood began to ooze from Gin's abdomen. Olga, who had turned around at some point, held a gun in her left hand. Blood was dripping from her right forearm, which hung at her side, along the lines of her muscles, through her slender fingertips, and finally onto the ground.

Vermouth frowned. It wasn't because Olga and Gin had exchanged a barrage of bullets, but rather—

When will Arthas be able to shoot with his left hand again?

She immediately turned her head and looked at Jōguchi Ling warily. Seeing that he was still half-dead and unconscious, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But in this chaos, no one except Vermouth would notice such details. Including the silly Matsuda Jinpei, who was now in shock, staring at Olga with wide eyes. There was no need to worry at all.

The first one to react was Vodka. He immediately pointed the gun at Olga and stood on the same front with Gin.

For a moment, everyone seemed to react at the same time and raised their guns.

Jinpei Matsuda pointed the gun at Vodka; Olga still pointed the gun at Gin; Vermouth pointed the gun at Gin while Vodka was shocked and angry; Kil picked up the gun that Gin had knocked away earlier and aimed at Gin as well.

Gin's gun remained firmly pointed at Olga. Vodka, however, was momentarily at a loss as to what to do. Hesitantly, he turned the gun from Olga towards Vermouth, then towards Gil, then towards Matsuda Jinpei... and then, his hand holding the gun could not help but tremble slightly.

“Brother…”

Obviously, if everyone really started fighting desperately, he and Gin would have no chance of winning, even in terms of numbers alone.

At this critical moment, when things were about to get out of hand, a rapid ringing sound suddenly rang out in the unusually quiet air.

Everyone turned their attention to Vermouth, who answered the phone with her non-gun hand. It was unclear what was said on the other end of the line, but after a moment, she let out a subtle sigh of relief, lowered her hand that had been aiming the gun at Gin, and suddenly gave an ambiguous smile.

"It's a call from Rum." Vermouth looked at Gin and said calmly, "Rum received a text message from Curacao, temporarily ruling out Bourbon and Kil as suspects. You can let them go, Gin."

"Brother?" Vodka also looked at Gin.

Vermouth could clearly see Gin's stiff cheeks, and he was obviously gritting his teeth.

Two seconds later, in front of everyone's sight, Gin lowered his arms and took a step back to make way for Jinpei Matsuda who was holding Rei Furuya.

It was at this moment——

"Bang!"

There was another sudden burst of gunfire.

Olga accurately hit Gin's right wrist, and his second gun fell to the ground and was kicked away by Olga casually.

Then, before everyone, including Gin, could react, she fired two more shots, "bang" and "bang", hitting Gin, forcing him to fall to the ground, covered in blood.

“Big Brother!”

Amidst Vodka's exclamation, Olga coldly warned Matsuda Jinpei and Kiel, who were still in a daze:

"Leave."

"oh oh!"

Matsuda Jinpei hurried to catch up. He was shocked by Olga's sinister and cruel behavior, and was also afraid that if he was a step slower, Gin would jump up from the ground and keep pestering him.

Behind him, the only people left in the warehouse were Vermouth, who was looking at Olga's back with complicated eyes, Gin, who was lying on the ground and his life or death was unknown, and Vodka, who was furious and flustered.

In Gin's absence, Vodka would never dare to retaliate against Alsace of the organization.

Suddenly, Vermouth said to Olga’s back as she was about to disappear from her sight:

"We're not sure if the text message was sent by Curacao himself, since he lost his memory before."

Olga's back disappeared from her sight, but Vermouth knew that she must have heard it.

Yes, Olga heard it.

Jinpei Matsuda drove the two injured people and Olga to the address she reported.

In the back row, Olga laid Rei Furuya flat, letting him rest his head on her legs, trying to make him lie as comfortably as possible.

She looked at Rei Furuya's face and wiped away the trace of blood on his cheek with her fingertips, but for no reason, the almost dried blood left a long mark on Rei Furuya's face, from his cheek to the corner of his mouth.

She wiped it a few more times with the back of her hand, but to no avail. Olga slowly pondered Vermouth's words, and then she realized that the message must not have come from Curacao.

So, no matter what, Curacao must die.

Olga gazed deeply at Rei Furuya's sleeping face. Even the bloodstains looked adorable. She cupped half of his face in one hand, gently caressing his cheek with her fingertips.

Don't worry, Lingling.

I will definitely not let anything happen to you.

Then, she let go of Rei Furuya and rummaged through the side storage area of ​​the car, finding a pen, pencil, and a small notebook. As Kiel looked on in confusion, she slowly sketched a face on the paper.

It was a female face, with a low ponytail and two bangs near the right side of the forehead, one curved and the other vertical.

That was Curacao's face.

*

Furiya Rei quickly regained consciousness. He was awakened by the pain.

When the private doctor arrived with professional tools, Rei Furuya was still lying unconscious on the bed in the hotel.

Olga had already instructed Matsuda Jinpei to strip off his clothes, while she herself sat on the sofa beside him with her arms folded, staring at Furiya Rei's profile with an expressionless face.

The doctor had already prepared the injection, and Matsuda Jinpei consciously made room for him.

But just as the doctor was about to give Rei Furuya a local anesthetic, Olga's voice suddenly reached him from behind. She always spoke softly, but even so, sometimes it was more frightening than those who shouted loudly.

"Don't use anesthesia."

Olga said so.

Matsuda Jinpei looked up in disbelief, but Olga still had no emotion on her face, and her tone was flat, as if she was just talking about the most ordinary thing.

Hey, hey, Matsuda Jinpei thought to himself. This is a bullet removal! The doctor isn't allowing anesthesia even though the conditions are right. Is she planning to kill Furuya Rei with pain?

Although Matsuda Jinpei was confident in Furiya Rei's pain tolerance—this guy was indeed strong—but being able to endure pain didn't mean he deserved it!

Olga's decision was undeniable. She refused to change her mind, and even though the doctor hesitated, he still followed her instructions. After all, Olga was the one in charge.

Just like that, as the tweezers penetrated deeper into the wound, continuously removing the bullets and fragments of shrapnel covered in blood and flesh, Jōtani Rei woke up - awakened by the pain.

Fortunately, he realized almost instantly that he was receiving treatment, so he did not reflexively do anything extreme.

But even so, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat instantly. His five fingers subconsciously gripped the bed sheet tightly, veins bulged on his arms and the backs of his hands, and his muscles tensed up.

He gritted his teeth and made no sound, but the extreme pain was almost immediately revealed in his eyes.

Seeing Furiya Rei's expression, Matsuda Jinpei opened his mouth and looked at Olga. "Your Rei is already like this, are you really so cruel as to remain indifferent?"

It turns out that Olga can.

She continued to sit there, arms folded, watching the doctor tend to Rei Furuya's wounds. Her face was expressionless, neither excitement nor pity. She simply watched, impassive and indifferent.

Matsuda Jinpei was completely at his wit's end. Even if he frantically stood there, there was no way he could change the outcome. So, almost in despair, he spun around twice more before grabbing Furuya Rei's hand.

"Lingling, Lingling, relax, relax, take a deep breath." Matsuda Jinpei muttered softly and began to pray that the doctor's hands could be faster and faster, so as to quickly end this treatment that could be called torture.

Obviously, the doctor ignored him. Fūya Rei was in a trance due to the pain and did not respond to his mumbling.

What Matsuda Jinpei didn't notice was that when he held Rei Furuya's hand, Olga's gaze, which had been fixed on him, finally changed. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, that fleeting emotion was gone.

*

Jinpei Matsuda felt that he might be the most nervous person in the entire room.

He didn't know how long it had been. They rescued Rei Furuya from Gin's clutches in the afternoon, and by the time the doctor had treated his wounds, the sky outside the window had gradually darkened.

The doctor bandaged Fūya Rei's wound. His upper body was wrapped up like a mummy. He lay straight on the bed with his eyes wide open and dazed.

Then, it was Kiel's turn, who had been pretending not to exist. Indeed, her wound hadn't been treated.

In fact, when she saw the doctor approaching her, Kil was a little scared. The gunshot wound on her shoulder had been numb after the afternoon, which meant she could no longer feel the intense pain.

But what about wound care without anesthesia? Kiel couldn't help but shudder.

Fortunately, Olga spoke up and allowed the doctor to use anesthesia on Kiel.

Upon hearing this, Kil breathed a sigh of relief, but Matsuda Jinpei beside him widened his eyes and jumped up from his chair.

He looked at Olga, wanting to say something but stopping himself, wanting to say something but still wanting to.

No. Isn't this guy the one who loves her the most? Is her way of expressing love torturing the person she loves?

It's not impossible... Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but shudder, just like Kiel had half a minute ago. At the same time, he turned around and looked sympathetically at the miserable Furuya Rei, who was still lying on the bed.

Lingling, you... take care of yourself.

Fūya Rei was puzzled by his gaze, but he didn't have the energy to pursue the matter at the moment.

About half an hour later, before the doctor had even finished treating Keel's wound, Furuya Rei propped himself up with his uninjured hand. Perhaps due to the strain on the injured area, he couldn't help but gasp silently.

Matsuda Jinpei gasped at the sight and quickly went over to help him up: "What are you doing? Ouch! Lie down quickly, lie down quickly, look, the blood is seeping out again."

However, Fūya Ling ignored him and took out his cell phone and looked down.

Then, he tried to get out of bed: "I have something else to do."

Matsuda Jinpei was completely speechless. Although Gin hadn't hit Rei Furuya's vitals, he had been hit by three bullets after all. He had to undergo a debridement surgery without anesthesia... He had to admire his old friend's perseverance.

but--

Matsuda Jinpei looked towards Olga again. Wouldn't she stop him?

But Olga suddenly stood up and walked towards Furuya Rei.

It was over. In Matsuda Jinpei's mind, Olga had completely transformed into a sadist and a control freak. In an instant, he imagined dozens of tragic situations that Furuya Rei had endured at Olga's hands.

But the tragedy that Matsuda Jinpei had predicted did not happen. Olga simply walked over very calmly, very calmly reached out her hand from her pocket, and very calmly handed something to Furuya Rei.

It was a piece of paper, about A5 size. In a fleeting glance, Matsuda Jinpei could vaguely discern a portrait. It was a female face, with a low ponytail and two fringe of hair on the right side of her forehead, one curving, the other standing straight.

"You probably already know what she looks like, but—just in case."

She said this calmly, bent down slightly, and stuffed the paper with the portrait into Furuya Rei's pocket. Then, with her hands in her pockets, she turned and left.

"Also, killing him directly is the safest option. Of course, you won't listen to me until the last moment."

He will try to capture Curacao alive to get more information about the organization.

Olga's tone was remarkably calm, her emotions so stable they didn't even seem like her. Matsuda Jinpei thought she was perfectly normal, but Furuya Rei knew she was on the verge of exploding, like the calm before the storm.

Almost instinctively, he ignored the pain in his wound and reached out to grab Olga's arm.

"Olia—"

Olga turned slightly, revealing her profile in the shadows of the backlight. Her face remained expressionless, but it was impossible to tell what was in those green eyes.

"Come on, don't you have things to do?"

She said this to Furuya Rei.

*

Furuya Rei left. He had something he had to do.

Matsuda Jinpei also followed. He was still stunned at first, but Olga kicked him in the shin, forcing him to follow Furuya Rei.

So, having regained his composure, Matsuda Jinpei immediately chased after Furuya Rei. Even if Olga hadn't mentioned it, he would have followed anyway. He couldn't leave the injured Furuya Rei alone to do something dangerous, even if it was the right thing to do.

He is a friend of Rei Furuya and a former policeman. He cannot turn a blind eye to the matter, both for public and private reasons.

Olga just stood at the door, quietly watching the back of Rei Furuya disappear from her sight and disappear at the end of the long corridor.

Then she turned back to another room in the suite and turned on her computer.

It is not difficult to hack into the surveillance system of the Dongdu Aquarium. Even Olga, who is not good at hacking technology in the organization, can do it easily.

She watched all the surveillance footage of the Toudou Aquarium during the day today at high speed, and finally confirmed one thing - during the day, the amnesiac Curacao stayed with Conan, and Shirley and three other children were also with them.

It was obvious, then, who had sent the text message to Rum using Curacao's phone, thus eliminating Bourbon and Kiel as undercover agents.

Olga tapped her fingertips on the table a few times. In the silent and dark room, only the computer screen emitted a pale light, but it couldn't illuminate her eyes.

Then, she suddenly raised the corners of her mouth. It was an expression of malicious humor.

*

On the way to the aquarium, Conan received a call.

When he saw the caller ID, his pupils shrank.

But he still answered the call.

"Sister Olga? What's wrong?"

"Kudo Shinichi."

The voice on the other end was soft and pleasant, but to Conan it sounded like the whisper of a devil.

After a brief moment of shock, Conan was about to use a childish tone to fool the person as usual, but Olga's voice came from the other end of the phone first.

Olga at that moment was completely different from the Olga that Kudo Shinichi had known in the past. With just one sentence, she completely erased all the impressions that Kudo Shinichi had of her in the past.

Then, for the first time, he realized with incredible clarity that Arthas was the organization's Arthas.

"Do things cleanly. Kudo Shinichi, don't leave any loopholes."

She didn't say it explicitly, but Conan knew she was referring to Curacao. She knew the text message Rum had received was from him. She was warning him not to let Rum discover her flaws. At the same time... she was also sentencing Curacao to death.

There was no way Curacao would ever return to that organization, whether he was taken away by the police or died.

But...wasn't Curacao a member of the organization? Shouldn't he be her companion? Just brushing it off like that...

Completely abandon your companions.

Perhaps Arthas was on their side in not wanting Bourbon and Gil to be exposed. But—

Conan couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body as he listened to the dead tone of the call being hung up on his phone.

But this is too cruel.

Conan couldn't help but think of Huiyuan's words again. She said Olga was just a child with a bad temper.

Now Conan understood that Olga was a child who grew up in the organization and had a bad personality. This bad personality was not the same as the bad personality of ordinary children.