"Alright, I'll go keep an eye on your old man. You hurry up and call for backup, try to subdue him without anyone noticing."
Upon hearing "without anyone noticing," Amuro Tooru raised an eyebrow.
But she immediately understood what Yoruichi Toyama meant.
This is the venue for a game company's press conference. If the police or public security officers were to barge in and arrest people in broad daylight, even without the word "bomb," it would be enough to cause a riot.
Although the police are known for their fearlessness and penchant for showing off in public, Officer Furuya himself possesses a strong sense of justice and a desire to protect innocent civilians.
So he nodded to Toyama Yoru.
Be careful.
...
Because the guy with the tequila was so tall that Yoruichi Toyama didn't need to get too close, she just silently watched him walk toward a quiet corner of the venue.
However, at the same time, among the dwindling crowd, another exceptionally short figure was spotted.
"Hey, Conan, what are you doing here?" Yoruichi Toyama greeted him without any hesitation. "Aren't you going to play video games?"
Conan, who was called over, showed a rather disgusted expression.
Perhaps because he had displayed his deductive reasoning skills in front of Yoruichi Toyama from the very beginning, he never acted like a child when they were alone.
Instead, he said coldly in a low voice, "I have important business to attend to right now."
Yoruichi Toyama simply squatted down, rubbing his big head while they watched the tall figure of Tequila out of the corner of their eyes.
"They're keeping watch! Hey buddy, are you some kind of criminal?"
Conan scoffed, but still gave the same reasoning as Amuro Tooru.
"...And that briefcase is something only employees of the company are issued. But he didn't have any staff badges on him."
"So I suspect he's a thief."
“That makes perfect sense,” Yoruichi Toyama exclaimed in an exaggerated manner.
"Then, Detective, quickly listen in and see who that thief is talking to on the phone."
Seeing that the person who had walked to the corner seemed about to take out their phone, Conan was inspired by the suggestion. He ran to the vending machine next to him and pretended to accidentally drop a bunch of coins on the ground.
"Hey uncle, could you lift your foot? My 10 yuan is down there!"
"Get out of my way, brat!"
Conan, who had been kicked by his grumpy older brother who had no regard for children, scrambled back home.
Without even complaining, he and Yoruichi Toyama hid behind the wall and listened to the sounds coming from the listening device placed in the other's shoe.
"Hey, Russian vodka, Russian tequila..."
Upon hearing these two code names, Conan's expression changed drastically, and his whole body tensed up.
Vodka, wasn't that one of the black-clad duo he met at the Dorobiga amusement park and who was later ambushed by them?
Meanwhile, Tequila, whose code name is also the name of an alcoholic beverage, is currently wearing an extra-long black trench coat!
Could they be...?
"...So, the four matters are all settled, and the items have been received. You can go with the Gin Society now..."
Upon hearing the name "Gin," Conan was completely certain that the burly man in black belonged to that secret criminal organization.
The tissue that poisoned him, causing his body to shrink to the size of a child's! ...
Just as Conan was gritting his teeth in anger, Yoruichi Toyama could only cover her mouth with her hand to barely suppress the burst of laughter that was about to erupt.
What's going on?
He certainly knew that Tequila was a Kansai dialect.
But what translation system did Kotaro and the others use that made them recognize a Shaanxi accent? ...
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