Chapter 143 The Special Advisor's Always Cold Face

"Don't worry, everyone," she said. "My account with Gin needs to be settled more than you think."

Huiyuan suddenly asked, "As a guardian, what about your 'little baby'? Aren't you afraid he'll crawl out of his crib in the middle of the night and rebuild his organization?"

"Oh, Ai-chan, are you concerned about me?" Vermouth turned her head to look at her and smiled, "Don't worry, I've hired the most reliable nanny."

“It can’t be…”

"That's right, Fushimi."

Huibara took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions: "Let's get down to business. How much do you know about Gin's plan?"

"What he wants is far more than just an organization." Vermouth put away her smile.

Conan continued: "He wants to completely control APTX4869."

"More than that." Huiyuan's tone was cold, "He wants to sell eternal life."

Hattori Heiji scoffed, "A typical palace coup. Only this time the 'monarch' is wearing diapers."

"Heiji-kun." Ooka Momiji tapped his shoulder with her folding fan. "Watch your words."

Vermouth's eyes were fixed on Haibara. She picked up the teacup with elegant movements, just like a noble lady in Kyoto enjoying afternoon tea.

"He's right," Vermouth shrugged. "What a farce. The leader's only worry right now is when to change the boss's diaper."

"APTX4869's side effects are unexpected," Huiyuan said with a complicated expression. "I didn't consider this outcome when I designed it."

"Fate is full of irony." Vermouth shook her head. "I never thought I'd be sitting here with Kudo Shinichi's girlfriend."

"I'm not his girlfriend." Huibara immediately retorted, her tone a little annoyed.

"Oh?" Vermouth raised an eyebrow. "So, you're single?"

The air froze.

Conan coughed violently.

Hattori Heiji whistled.

Ooka Hongye shielded her face with an exquisite silk folding fan and watched the show.

Huibara didn't say anything and planned to put the play aside.

Vermouth was in a lazy posture, with her long golden hair hanging down on her shoulders. She was holding a teacup and drinking slowly.

"We followed Lord Wellington's lead and found out he was just a white glove."

Hattori Heiji couldn't help it and turned the topic back to the point.

"The real big fish use a network of offshore companies to empty the organization's assets."

"The method is very professional." Conan pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light. "Gin and Rum want to drain the blood of the organization and start a new one. The 'Blackbirds' are a group of crows who want to leave their old nest."

"It's just a petty trick in the financial world." Ooka Hongye poured herself some tea, her voice calm and clear. "I've had the Ooka family's bank in London, working with our friends in Switzerland, perform a 'stress test' on Blackbird's account."

She paused, smiled sweetly, and looked at Hattori.

"Simply put, they can't move a penny now. The UK Financial Conduct Authority and the EU's anti-money laundering group will jointly investigate them. For the next ten years, Mr. Gin, you can only buy vodka with Zimbabwean dollars."

Hattori Heiji's cheek twitched.

Huiyuan wanted to laugh a little.

This hereditary eldest daughter of Neon Japan was a little crazy when it came to matters related to Hattori Heiji, but unexpectedly, she was very reliable when it came to serious matters.

At this time, Vermouth spoke, "Speaking of which, this time it went so smoothly, thanks to our little scientist."

All eyes focused instantly.

Huiyuan picked up the teacup and drank the tea, covering up her stiff expression.

"I only provided the technical direction of their early research materials." Her voice was flat, as if she was reading a report.

"Really?" Vermouth chuckled and put down the teacup.

"I think you did much more than that. You used the encryption method of the file to reverse-engineer Gin's thinking model and predicted the addresses of the three backup servers where he hid the data. Is that correct?"

"Sherry?"

She pronounced the last name softly and lightly.

Huibara's back stiffened.

She didn't look back.

The glass in front of her reflected Vermouth's face, her charming eyes filled with a smile.

"Your intelligence network is so annoying." Huibara spoke in a cold tone.

Ooka Momiji's perfect housekeeper, Iori Muga, belongs to Vermouth. She knows that.

Vermouth smiled.

"A secret makes a woman, woman."

"Secrets are what make us charming. Don't we, little Huibara? We all have secrets. Secrets that can't be told to those innocent boys."

Conan narrowed his eyes.

The secret of Vermouth and Miyano Shiho...Masaka.

Vermouth sat up straight and looked around at everyone in the room.

"After all, taking care of a baby with the darkest soul in the world is no easy task."

puff.

Hattori Heiji spat out a mouthful of tea. Conan's cheek muscles twitched. Only Ooka Momiji continued to gracefully wave her folding fan, a perfect smile on her face.

"Vermouth," Conan finally said, "Gin and Rum won't give up. The purge within the organization will be bloody."

"Oh, dear Golden Bullet." Vermouth winked at him, "That's not something you should worry about. It's... a family matter. My boss and I will take care of it."

Household chores.

These three words mean a power reshuffle and rivers of blood.

Huiyuan was silent. This woman was showing her her strength.

A force that is enough to shake up the world order.

She's saying: Shirley, you belong here. The center of the storm.

"It's getting late." Vermouth stretched her body. "My little master should have his night milk. The night view of Kyoto is beautiful, but I am more accustomed to the fog in London."

She walked towards the door and stopped beside Huibara.

"You've changed, Shirley."

"You're no longer the girl who only knows how to hide in the lab and build walls with data. You've started using your smart brain to fight, to... destroy. Very good."

"I'm doing what I should do." Huiyuan turned around and looked directly at her. His blue eyes were as calm as ice.

"Also, my name is Huibara Ai."

Vermouth looked at Haibara, her green eyes filled with complex emotions.

Huibara picked up the teacup and covered her hot face.

"Let's get down to business. What's Gin's plan?"

"The informant reported that the Gion Festival will take place in three days." Vermouth resumed his professional tone, "They are using the flow of people as cover to eliminate the traitors and transfer funds."

Ooka's red leaves and kimono fluttered slightly. "The Gion Festival will have hundreds of thousands of visitors."

"So we have to act in advance." Conan stood up, "Vermouth, are there still people in the organization who are loyal to Karasuma?"

"Of course. Bourbon, Kil, and a few others you don't know." Vermouth took out a communicator from her sleeve. "The boss's influence is still there."

"Wait," Huibara looked up, "Bourbon? Amuro Toru is involved too?"

"Triple agents are the best at wandering." Vermouth's smile was profound. "Just like some people, they have someone in their heart but don't say it out loud."

Huibara glared at her. Vermouth raised an eyebrow and looked at her calmly.

"Ahem." Hattori Heiji cleared his throat, "We should make a plan."

"Heiji-kun is right." Ooka Momiji stood up, spreading the hem of her kimono. "I'll be in charge of the security deployment."

"I'm responsible for technical support." Conan pointed to the computer.

"I'm in charge of on-site command." Hattori Heiji clenched his fists.

"Everyone has a mission." Vermouth said, "So, what about Ai-chan?"

Everyone looked at Huibara.

She was silent for a moment, then looked up: "I'll analyze the data. Also..."

She looked at Vermouth.

"I want to personally confirm Karasuma Renya's condition."

"Then you have to come to my place," Vermouth said. "I have a villa in the mountains. It's quiet and private."

"I only check the experimental subjects." Huiyuan emphasized.

There is no silver here.

"Of course." Vermouth stood up and stretched. "Come with me tonight. Time is running out."

"Tonight?" Huibara was stunned.

Conan's little face also became nervous.

"Are you scared?" Vermouth leaned over, her golden hair falling down, and leaned close to Huibara's ear, "I won't do anything to you."

She paused.

"Unless you want to."

Vermouth smiled and stood up.

Huiyuan's face flushed red.

"Ah, are they flirting?" Hattori Heiji approached Conan.

"Shh." Conan covered his mouth.

"Hattori Heiji." Huihara's voice was cold. "Want to try APTX4869?"

"Just pretend I didn't say anything." Hattori Heiji waved his hands repeatedly.

"Everyone, go back and prepare." Ooka Hongye clapped her hands. "The decisive battle will begin in three days."

Everyone got up and left.

Vermouth walked to the door and looked back at Huibara: "The car is waiting."

Huihara took a deep breath and picked up the bag.

Conan whispered beside her, "Be careful."

"I know," she replied.

Outside the door, a black Bentley was waiting.

The driver opened the car door. Vermouth slid into the back seat and patted the seat next to her.

"Come on, cute elementary school student Ai-chan."

Huibara rolled her eyes and got in. The car door closed.

"Go to Arashiyama." Vermouth ordered.

She pressed a button and the soundproofing panels rose.

Inside the train, the only sounds were the engine and breathing. Outside the window, the lights of Kyoto, which had lasted for thousands of years, streamed on.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Vermouth.

"That's ridiculous," Haibara said, looking out the window. "The man chasing me has become my partner. The leader of the organization needs a diaper change. And I need to get my 'masterpiece' checked out."

She laughed at herself.

"Things are unpredictable." Vermouth's hand gently rested on the back of Huiyuan's hand, "Just like me, I never thought I would care about you."

Huibara turned her head and faced the driver's seat with her cold profile.

"Stop acting."

Vermouth tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.

"Um?"

"Perfect acting. Zero for eyesight." Ai Haibara stared into those emerald green eyes. "You look at me differently than you look at those people."

"Little scientist." Vermouth smiled, "Tell me about it. How am I different?"

Haibara Ai didn't hide. She raised her eyes. There was only calmness in her cold eyes.

"You want to kill Gin. You really do."

"continue."

"You want to keep me alive. You really do." Haibara Ai paused. Her eyes swept over Vermouth's bright red lips. "Also. You want me to find the antidote, transform back into Miyano Shiho, and then sleep with me. You really do."

The carriage was quiet.

Three seconds later, Vermouth laughed.

The car roared onto the Lanshan winding road.

"Miyano Shiho." Vermouth looked forward. "You are more interesting than sherry right now."

A little bit of beauty appeared on Huibara's always cold face.

"Same here, Wynyard."

She reached out and turned off the car stereo.