Makoto Sakaki, Vermouth...
Unlike the hot summer outside, in the chilly underground wine cellar, Conan's brain was like an air-cooled CPU, constantly running at high load.
The appearance of Kenzo Masuyama was unexpected but also seemed reasonable to him.
yes...
If the Black Organization wanted to assassinate a congressman, why would they only send out one core member, Makoto Sakaki?
You know, the Black Organization has always been known for its caution...
and...
From Kenzo Masuyama, Conan learned that the other party seemed to be unaware of his relationship with Makoto Sakaki.
On the contrary, the one named Vermouth seemed to have a higher status in Kenzo Masuyama's mind, and most of his words were directed at her.
Conan had many doubts and had to ask:
"You want to kill Sakaki Makoto?"
He deliberately changed the way he addressed Sakaki Makoto to indirectly confirm his guess and at the same time prevent Masuyama Kenzo from noticing anything unusual.
"Kill Sakaki Makoto?"
Pisco, who was holding a red wine glass and immersed in his own world, was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then smiled and said:
"Why should I kill him?"
"He's a good knife..."
"A good knife that can kill Gin."
Conan stared at him straight. Although he didn't ask any questions, the doubt in his eyes clearly expressed his confusion.
"You are a famous detective, but you don't even understand such a simple question..."
Pisco shook his head. He would not let Conan out of the wine cellar alive. There were some things that, if told to him, could also help him relieve the emotions that had been pent up for many years...
What’s not to like?
"Boss likes Makoto Sakaki very much. As long as he doesn't betray the organization or act half-heartedly..."
Pisk said expressionlessly:
“It won’t be cleaned up.”
"I have already established a good relationship with him. With the help of this incident, I can naturally win him over and make him work for me."
"As for Vermouth, isn't that Sakaki Makoto's enemy?"
"I didn't lie to him about this."
Conan was still confused.
Pisco was a little too self-centered. It looked like he was explaining something to him, but in fact he was explaining his next plan. Conan was not in the game, so naturally he couldn't understand.
but...
There is one thing he understands:
"You want to cause a split within the Black Organization?"
"You must be joking..."
Pisk sneered:
"The organization has been split since 17 years ago."
"17 years ago, everyone was united in spirit but not in numbers. 17 years later, everyone is united in spirit but not in numbers."
"What I have to do is to get rid of those unstable pawns and lead the organization back to the top!"
“But you are 71 years old.”
Conan frowned. He knew the chairman of the automobile group who was often in the newspapers:
"At your age, can you still be as energetic as you were back then?"
"Of course not."
After taking a sip of red wine and feeling the refreshing and cool taste, Pisk said:
"That's why I need a helper, and Sakaki Makoto is perfect for this."
"Gin is not okay?"
"He might give me a bullet..."
Pisk looked a little unnatural.
These words...are spoken with true feelings.
Apart from the Boss, no one in the organization can command Gin.
Including his Pisco.
When Gin first joined the organization, Pisco saw his potential and tried to win him over, but...
"roll."
This was the response from Gin.
Simple and crude.
Not only did it shatter Pisk's wishes, it also trampled on his dignity as a veteran.
From then on, Pisco knew that Gin was not a character he could control.
Now it’s different...
The appearance of Makoto Sakaki rekindled Pisco's hope.
This guy is easier to talk to.
In addition to his uncle's identity, with a little bit of trickery, he could make the other party assist him.
At that time, not only will Gin be replaced by Pisco, but even Vermouth will be punished by the organization because of Kudo Shinichi.
Vermouth has a criminal record...
Will Boss still tolerate her?
After defeating Gin and Vermouth...
Only one rum left.
What a coincidence, Pisk and Rum have a pretty good relationship. When everyone works together, we will be able to make the organization flourish!
Outside the wine cellar door, in the dark passage, a red dot was faintly visible.
Sakaki Makoto leaned against the door, smoking and listening to Pisk's narration.
"Do you know my dad?"
Conan's voice came from inside the door.
"Yusaku Kudo, of course I know him."
Pisk's tone sank:
"Speaking of which, our two families have quite a connection..."
"You are 71 years old and my dad is 39 years old. What kind of connection could there be?"
"hehe..."
The cup was placed heavily on the table. Pisk stood up and walked to Conan. He pinched his cheek and looked at him over and over again.
“Not bad, not bad…”
"They are exactly the same, both in appearance and personality..."
"You are just as arrogant as Kudo Yusaku when he was young."
At the right moment, Conan quietly turned on the anesthesia watch and aimed at Pisk from below...
"Kudo Yusaku was a big shot back then, but unfortunately, he still couldn't catch us."
Hearing this, Conan paused and frowned:
"My father fought with you guys before?"
"That happened in the United States..."
Pisk reached into his bosom and pulled out a silenced pistol:
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