Chapter 820 has nothing to do with the church.

Perhaps unwilling to accept the second possibility, Bertrand's eyes reddened, making him look pitiful and aggrieved.

Qianzhu neither looked at him nor answered his question.

After a long silence, Bertrand murmured, "...Liar."

The others didn't hear him, but Gin and Vermouth, who were closest to him, did. A look of surprise flashed across their eyes as they looked up at the boy who seemed out of place.

Suddenly, a strange sound, faintly tinged with electrical current, came from behind Chianti and the others' car.

"Hmm? This is supposed to be a secluded and deserted road, yet it's so lively. That's really strange."

Several white figures walked this way.

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted after he saw it clearly!

Those are—members of the church!

Chianti and Cohen glanced back at them. Although they weren't entirely clear on the specifics, they could tell that they were currently in a cooperative relationship with this organization called the Church.

The two exchanged a glance, then walked to Gin's side, leaving that spot for the church member.

Morataya didn't stand on ceremony and walked to the front of the car and leaned against it.

Bertrand blinked his still slightly red eyes and looked at them in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

Morataya crossed her arms and said calmly, "Because I heard you say you wanted to take him back to the organization, I came here specifically to stop you."

Bertrand was even more confused. His eyes widened slightly. "Stop me? Why??"

“Of course it’s because he’s one of my husband’s men,” Morataya replied with a slightly raised chin and an air of haughtiness.

Bertrand blinked. "Huh?"

Faced with his blunt question, Morataya did not choose to explain, but instead raised her hand, raised her index finger and shook it, "No need to say anything more, there is no room for discussion on this."

"So you mean we're going to make a wasted trip today?"

Bertrand immediately puffed out his cheeks in dissatisfaction.

"Who knows? As long as your target isn't Chino, you can do whatever you want with the others," Morataya said dismissively, shrugging her shoulders.

Qianzhu, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, her tone somewhat cold, "Can we leave now?"

All eyes immediately fell on him. Bertrand looked somewhat unwilling, but his cheeks were puffed up like a pufferfish, clearly unhappy. However, he still gave Bourbon a look, signaling him to move the car blocking the way.

Bo, who was only responsible for blocking the road today, successfully received the signal and immediately returned to the car without hesitation and moved it away.

The two groups then watched their car drive away.

Until the rear of the car was no longer visible, Morataya spoke first before Gin and the others could.

She raised her hand, and the person beside her respectfully placed two porcelain bottles, one blue and one white, in her palm.

Morataya walked up to Bertrand and handed him the porcelain bottle. "As compensation, take the blue one and give it to your boss. The white one is the isolation medicine for you."

Bertrand reached out and took it, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at the person in front of him inquisitively. "Interference medication? Why do you have this?"

"Why do I have this?" Morataya asked rhetorically, then chuckled and pulled back the hood covering her face, revealing a face that looked exactly like the silver-haired boy's. She stroked Bertrand's cheek with a half-smile.

"Didn't you already guess?"

Gin and Vermouth showed a hint of surprise, but they were much more restrained than Vodka and his two companions, as well as the two undercover agents beside them.

They just didn't expect her to be a member of the church and to have worked with them.

Chianti and the others were shocked by how similar she looked to Bertrand.

As for Bourbon and Gil, they never expected that the Black Organization and the Church would actually cooperate!

Bourbon's fingers unconsciously clenched.

Behrfinger remained hidden behind Bertrand as a black mushroom.

Bertrand looked at Morataya quietly, then raised his hand and poked her cheek, his eyes filled with undisguised confusion and surprise.

"But didn't you die more than ten years ago? Those guys even put you in a morgue."

Morataya's eyes flickered slightly. She grabbed his hand and snorted coldly, "How rude! You should call me 'sister'! No matter how you were born, I'm the only one you're related to by blood."

She pinched Bertrand's tender little face until it turned red, then pinched the other half of his face red as well, before calmly continuing, "How could I die so easily? Of course I escaped later."

"So you didn't know me all along, did you?" Bertrand opened his eyes wide and looked at her accusingly.

"Otherwise what?"

A slight smile played on Morataya's lips.

Bertrand pursed his lips slightly.

"Okay, I'm going now."

Morataya pulled her hood up again, waved to Bertrand with her back to him, and then left with the church members who were waiting quietly to the side.

It can be said that it came suddenly and left suddenly.

Bertrand held a porcelain bottle in one hand and shrugged at Gin, his cheerful demeanor showing no trace of the resentment and dissatisfaction he had shown when Chizuru and the others left.

"Yay, I made a profit!"

Gin nodded without objecting. "Retreat."

Although they failed to capture Shirley, they learned about the current situation and obtained two doses of medicine from the church, which was definitely a gain.

We can always find another opportunity later.

Bertrand was skipping and jumping in the car with Gin and the others.

Asti and Seeker exchanged a glance, both snorted heavily, and then went to Bourbon and Chianti's car respectively.

If there weren't too few seats and the risk of being beaten up by Gin, they might have squeezed together with Bertrand.

As soon as he got in the car, Behringer slumped in the back seat as if he were half-dead.

Bourbon glanced at him in the rearview mirror but said nothing.

The car was quiet the whole way.

Although it was only their car that was so quiet.

......

Only after he could no longer see the organization members and was sure they weren't chasing him did Conan breathe a sigh of relief and turn around to sit down.

A multitude of questions swirled in his mind.

He turned to look at Qianzhu, cautiously probing, "So... Qianzhu, you have a connection with the church?"

Qianzhu snapped out of her daze, shook her head slightly, and replied softly, "No, I have no connection with the church, only with people."

Conan nodded knowingly.

After tonight's direct confrontation with the Black Organization, they learned a lot, and because of this, they felt even more pressure...