Chapter 307
Vodka kept observing the people who were escaping from the connecting corridor. He didn't see the people in the elevator where Conan Edogawa was, who came from another connecting corridor. He searched through everyone else but couldn't find Sherry.
So they obeyed Gin's orders, evacuated the building, and returned to the parking area to regroup.
"Brother, I still haven't found Shirley... but it seems there are still people who haven't come out. The police have sent a helicopter to try and rescue them from the rooftop."
Gin had anticipated this: "Detonate the bomb on the rooftop to prevent the plane rescue and trap the rest of the people inside the building."
This twin-tower skyscraper was recently built, and most of the other floors are not open for business. People forced off the rooftop would probably instinctively go to the familiar banquet hall floor, since the doors on the other floors are locked.
On that floor, he had also prepared a large number of bombs under the table—now that the connecting corridor has been destroyed, the remaining people may escape the explosion but not the fire, and will be trapped and die inside the building.
No matter where Shirley hid before, she has to take his life this time.
Given Gin's cautious nature, he naturally wanted to stay here and watch the building explode into fireworks.
But for some reason, Gin felt inexplicably uneasy, which made him more cautious than usual, and he quickly realized that something was wrong.
Gin decisively ordered, "Get in the car!"
Vodka hadn't even reacted yet: "Huh?"
Gin didn't explain, but Vodka, always obedient, immediately opened the nearest car door and got in.
Gin started his car.
The people in that car that just passed by weren't ordinary people; the probing looks they were giving were undoubtedly from the police.
Even the look in his eyes clearly showed that he already suspected them...
If they become suspicious and come to question him, and since he and Vodka are carrying guns, they'll have no choice but to force their way in; it's better to leave beforehand.
Anyway, the bombs that were supposed to explode have already exploded, and the ones that weren't going to explode yet have all been timed, so it doesn't matter whether you're on site or not...
I didn't expect the commotion at the Twin Towers to be so big, yet the police still had the energy to patrol and investigate suspicious people in the vicinity... This is unlike Japanese police.
Gin and Vodka acted swiftly, taking advantage of the police's doubts about whether they could catch anyone and the coordination was in disarray, they got into the car and drove off.
Vodka thought for a moment and understood: "Brother, they must be looking for you."
After all, if it were just bombs, such a large quantity must have been placed in advance. The criminals would have long since disappeared, but since they were all sniped, the criminals must be nearby!
Because of his convenient position earlier, Gin is now sitting in the driver's seat, calculating the route in his mind as he drives, and calmly says, "I know."
Just then, someone sent Vodka an email.
Vodka took it out and looked at it with a grim expression, muttering to himself, "It can't be that Bortenis kid again, can it..."
Unexpectedly, the person who sent him the email was not Potness, but a peripheral member of the organization, who was a police officer in Nishitama City.
Because Gin had previously killed Hara Yoshiaki, a programmer at Tokiwa Corporation, who was no small figure, the police seemed to take it very seriously. So, in order to know the progress of the police investigation, they contacted someone in the organization within the Nishitama City police force and asked them to report back at any time.
He wasn't exactly an undercover agent; he was just a guy who'd been bribed with money. His rank was low, and he couldn't offer much help, so Gin and Vodka didn't pay him any attention. They didn't even consider asking him about the police's current movements—after all, before they realized the police had started patrolling, they thought the Japanese police were busy rescuing people from the building and putting out the fire, so there was no need to ask.
Now that the other party had actually contacted them, Vodka couldn't help but take it to heart.
He clicked on it and saw: "Brother, this guy said the last group to escape were a group of children, no adults, and the police are searching for a sniper, possibly setting up checkpoints along the way to conduct searches, focusing on them—"
Vodka abruptly stopped speaking.
Gin frowned: "What's wrong?"
“…Big brother.” Vodka’s tone was somewhat flustered, and he kept reaching to adjust his sunglasses. “The police already know our license plate number.”
Gin: "…………"
The image of the plainclothes policeman who had just observed him and the vodka with a probing look flashed through his mind—although they had indeed gotten into the car and sped away, which was suspicious, to assume they were criminals based on that alone was absurd. He didn't know whether to say that the Japanese police these days were too casual or too high-quality.
Vodka finished reading the email and found no other important information. After all, this informant was just an ordinary policeman who only knew the orders from his superiors and nothing more.
"Brother, shouldn't we change the license plate first?" Vodka frowned.
After all, since they frequently engage in illegal activities, they would definitely keep some things on hand just in case, and license plates are one of them.
With Gin's tacit approval that he had parked the car on a secluded roadside, Vodka began to dutifully change the license plates.
Even when he's so busy, someone still calls him.
Vodka ignored it, but the vibrations continued even after he changed the license plates and got back into the car. He had no choice but to answer the phone, saying angrily, "Bottes! You'd better be busy right now!"
Usakabe Saiki's tone remained light and cheerful: "Ah, I just wanted to ask, is Sherry dead or not?"
"...Shirley probably didn't come here."
Upon hearing the mention of Sherry, Vodka's arrogance instantly vanished, replaced by a strange sense of guilt: "We've already checked, Sherry isn't here..."
"But I heard the police seem to be looking for a sniper. If they know there's a sniper, they must have fired, right? If you didn't find Sherry, why did you fire? The building was blown up! Are you just making excuses to waste the organization's resources?"
Bo Yezaki's words carried a naive malice: "It's a good thing I was passing by, otherwise you would probably have just reimbursed me for normal losses, right? Is this what you call high-level undercover work, often using the most basic methods?"
Vodka was speechless. What kind of time is this? Bo Yezaki was still complaining that they were being reimbursed too much!
"The bomb was part of the organization's mission! I couldn't tell you! That's why I didn't tell you! Brother, the shooting was... he mistook someone for someone else!"
Vodka even felt wronged when he said those words.
Brother! How could you mistake me for someone else!
Bo Yezaki was silent for a moment, seemingly puzzled: "...You've mistaken me for someone else?"
Vodka gritted his teeth: "Yes, it's a case of mistaken identity! Do you have anything else to say? The rest is classified; we'll report to the Boss! Or are you trying to overstep your bounds? Oh no! It looks like the police are chasing us..."
Usoppai immediately replied ruthlessly, "I have other things to do. Good luck and don't get caught. Bye."
After hanging up the phone, Bo Yezaki immediately began editing an email for his boss.
For the organization's boss, today would normally be just an ordinary day.
Nothing good happened, nothing bad happened, and nothing memorable happened. If he just fell asleep like that, he would have no recollection of what happened that day if someone asked him about it in a couple of days.
Until he received an email from Usakata Saiki.
Boss! Do you remember the last time he let Sherry go? I don't know if he told you that he found Sherry last time because he found a single hair of hers in his car... Although it's a bit weird, because you trust him, Boss, I choose to believe that he really can identify Sherry just by a single hair.
And guess what? Today Vodka told me they spotted Sherry again, so Gin went to snipe her, fired the gun, and then said he'd mistaken her for someone else—wasn't Sherry easily recognizable by a single hair? How come she can't even tell who Sherry is now, even with a scope?
I don't know how Gin explained his battle of wits with thin air to you last time, but now that I've reviewed it, something feels off, especially since I discussed this topic with Vodka before. I suspect that his actions today were because he sensed Vodka's wavering and was trying to mislead Vodka so that Vodka would continue to believe him...
Of course, I've always had a problem with Gin, but you don't have to worry about me. I just think there's something really wrong with Gin.
Perhaps his eyesight has deteriorated and he needs to wear glasses; I suggest he get his eyes checked.
I've attached my previous email records with Vodka; you can take a look... Actually, I was just joking, Boss, don't take it too seriously. Anyway, I've developed paranoia from being manipulated in the Middle East, and it hasn't gotten better.
The organization's boss frowned as he looked at the email.
As always, he was disrespectful, his honorifics and formatting were a mess, and he said whatever came to mind, as casually as if he were chatting, unlike the formal wording others used when writing emails to him.
However, the Boss was already used to Bo Ye Zaiji's behavior. If the other party suddenly started using honorifics properly, he would suspect that Bo Ye Zaiji was up to something. Therefore, his frown was only because of the content of the email.
Usaku Saiki's explanation was too disorganized, so he sorted it out. The point that Usaku Saiki wanted to question was roughly that "Gin could recognize Sherry just by looking at a single hair, but today he insisted on mistaking her for someone else through the scope."
Hmm... given Gin's cautious nature, it is indeed a bit strange.
Gin's mission completion rate has recently gone up again, but he fails every time he encounters something related to Sherry...
However, everyone makes mistakes. Gin was probably too tired lately, so it's normal for him to make a mistake.
The organization's boss had just helped Gin find an excuse when he saw that the attachment to Usui Saiki's email had passed the security scan and could be viewed.
He opened the attachment that was supposedly an email exchange between Usoppai and Vodka.
Compared to Furtga's explanation, Bo Yezaki's email seemed to have its own built-in voiceover, echoing in his mind.
[Still haven't found Sherry? That's normal! Gin is doing it on purpose! But because I told the Boss, he knows he's being suspected. Believe me, in a couple of days he'll say he has news of Sherry, and might even have other people witness Sherry to testify for him, but after all that effort, he still can't catch her?]
[You really believe Gin can recognize Sherry from a single hair? He's either a psychopath or he's staging the whole thing; choose one.]
The organization's boss's originally calm expression gradually turned serious after receiving these few short emails.
He checked the time the first email was sent, and then recalled the date Gin had his battle of wits with thin air...
—He even mistook someone else in the sniper scope. Where did Gin get the confidence that the hair belonged to Sherry, and that Sherry would definitely be at that hotel?!
He wanted to hear Gin's explanation carefully this time!
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Thin Leaf: Boss, don't overthink it!
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