Chapter 651 Whatever his purpose
Gin put the wrapped-up bug into his pocket, then took out his phone to report to the man, but Bertrand spoke to him first.
"There's no need to cancel the plan to assassinate DJ. Just have Chianti and the others retreat."
"However, we really need to tell the old man about changing our target."
Bertrand smiled, the transparent box in his hand already empty.
Gin glanced at him through the rearview mirror, nodded, and continued contacting the gentlemen on his phone. After finishing, he picked up the walkie-talkie and told Chianti and the others to retreat.
"What? Why retreat? We've been waiting here for so long, and now you're saying we have to cancel the plan?" Chianti on the other side was clearly indignant.
After all, they had spent so much time today and hadn't even fired a single shot, so how could she not feel annoyed?
“I have already gained that person’s approval. Now, we need to change our target.” Gin’s emotions did not change much.
"Change targets? Then where is the next target?"
Vermouth's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
"The location is Beika Town, 5-chome, the Mori Detective Agency."
The moment he reached the exit, Gin's lips curled into a smile.
It was a playful, superficial expression that showed a slight interest in the prey.
Bertrand laughed; he found it quite amusing too.
They changed their destination and drove towards Beika Town.
Their new target—Kogoro Mouri, who had been invited by Professor Agasa to play games at Agasa's house—was on his way back to the Mouri Detective Agency because he wanted to watch a horse race.
Glancing at Vermouth sitting beside him, Bertrand held a small monitor in his hand and saw the FBI vehicle following behind through the mechanical butterfly he had placed on Tsuchimon Kanghui's car.
Conan, James, and that unfamiliar woman are in this car.
He saw that the car had also changed direction and was quickly heading towards Beika Town.
As for that woman, Bertrand also found out her identity. She was indeed a member of the FBI and had a good relationship with Jodie. She knew Conan entirely because of Jodie.
Bertrand let out a soft hum.
Being locked up can still affect the main storyline, really...
She glanced at Bertrand, who was clearly displeased, and Vermouth organized her thoughts, trying to express them in a nonchalant manner.
"But is that even possible? How could Kogoro Mouri have installed a transmitter and a listening device in Kir's shoe? What would his purpose be in doing that?"
"Why is it impossible? He was the only one who had contact with Kiel before us today. If it wasn't him, then could it have been the young lady and the child with him?"
Compared to her, Bertrand was noticeably more nonchalant, still fiddling with the monitor. "As for their purpose? Do we need to care what their purpose is? Since they've discovered our actions, we might as well send them to hell."
Knowing that speaking up now would be useless, Vermouth closed her eyes and began to think of a solution.
But the boy beside her glanced at her with an indescribable, sinister look.
They arrived at the rooftop opposite the Mouri Detective Agency, where Chianti and Cohen had already aimed their sniper rifles at Kogoro Mouri, who was sitting in front of the television watching a horse race.
"You still have the mood to watch TV?" Chianti narrowed his eyes slightly and moved the muzzle of his gun to aim at the TV antenna.
The television screen suddenly filled with static, forcing Kogoro Mouri to put on his headphones and continue listening to the horse race details.
Cohen noticed that he was wearing headphones. "That guy, it looks like he has something stuck in his ears."
Vodka chuckled and said with a hint of sarcasm, "He's probably still trying to hear if the bug he installed is still working, he's probably not giving up."
Bertrand took a deep breath and clicked his tongue. How come a black player is mocking a red player?
He connected the headphones to his monitor, put them on, listened to the content, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said to them, "Don't rush, he's listening to horse racing content right now."
Vermouth slightly lifted her eyelids and seized the opportunity to speak, "It seems this matter has nothing to do with him?"
“But that doesn’t mean he’s putting on an act for us.” Gin sneered and took out a bugging device from his pocket.
Bertrand's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly pressed a button on the monitor.
Just then, Tumen Kanghui's car, which had just reached their planned location, suddenly exploded violently!
The other FBI agents following behind slammed on the brakes when they saw this.
The explosion not only turned Tumen Kanghui's car into pieces, but also affected several other cars nearby.
Conan received the news very quickly.
"What!?" Conan exclaimed in shock. "I didn't expect they hadn't given up on killing Tsuchimon Yasuharu!"
At the same time, he noticed a sound coming from the bug and quickly told the people around him to keep their voices down.
Then he heard another very familiar, slightly childish voice.
"The DJ issue has been resolved."
Bertrand looked at Gin, said something to him, and then told them some good news, "By the way, the guys from the FBI have shown up."
His words seemed to have found an opening, prompting Vermouth to almost immediately follow up, "So, the FBI made this bugging device?"
Gin paused for a moment, then sneered, "Is that so? Get ready to take care of this famous detective."
Chianti became excited, a fanatical smile spreading across her face, and she murmured, "Goodbye, Detective."
But before she could fire, a soccer ball suddenly hit the glass behind Kogoro Mouri, catching his attention.
Chianti was somewhat taken aback.
"What is this?" Cohen asked, pausing between words.
"Football?" Vermouth realized what was happening and looked at the small figure below. A faint smile appeared on her lips, but she quickly disappeared to avoid being noticed.
"Damn it! Who did this?!" Kogoro Mouri angrily opened the window, peeking out and cursing.
"Uncle, I'm sorry! I kicked too hard!" Conan called out from below, waving.
"You little rascal!"
Gin frowned slightly, looked at Chianti and ordered, "Go ahead, take care of that brat too."
"Got it." Chianti chuckled and raised his sniper rifle again.
“Wait a minute, there’s no evidence. Killing him, who has good relations with the police, is too risky,” Vermouth suddenly said to stop him.
She put herself in the eye of the storm with just one sentence.
Bertrand looked up at her.
The sound of a pistol being cocked rang out, and Gin pointed his gun at her head.
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