Chapter 133 I believe you, Gin

After drinking up the last bit of blood, Douma threw the empty blood bag into the trash can behind him. He didn't need to look back to aim, the ball went straight into the basket.

"Great, I won." Douma raised his hands high and cheered in a rather childish voice. Then he walked back to his desk and took out a piece of white paper from the drawer and placed it on the table, intending to write a plan for his sudden idea of ​​"water-blended wine factory golden cicada escape plan".

The low-key and luxurious fountain pen slid across the blank paper, leaving behind a line of neat handwriting that did not seem like the handwriting of a boss of an underground organization. After Douma wrote the names of Gin and Vodka under "real liquor to be collected", the right hand holding the pen could no longer write successfully.

Because it happened so long ago, and Detective Conan is so long, so long, so long. (Important things should be said three times)

Douma, who read "Detective Conan" a long time ago, couldn't remember for a moment how many of the black organization, also known as "Wine Factory", which is the only designated villain in the entire manga, were not undercover agents sent by the red team.

The nickname of the "watered-down wine factory" of the hate organization is not for nothing. Looking around, the senior executives who are qualified to use wine names as code names are either undercover agents or secret agents. Apart from the gin and his younger brother vodka, which bottle of wine is not a fake wine mixed with water?

Oh yes, the rum that Gin drank was real wine. As for the famous traitor Vermouth, Douma naturally had no intention of taking her to the port mafia.

Although Bermode is a smart woman with outstanding social skills, as the public relations officer of the port mafia's external window, she was not used as a sacrifice by Moriogai due to his interference.

Given that the two have similar identities and abilities, a public relations officer who is relatively loyal to both him and the organization is naturally a better choice, rather than having to worry about the other party's repeated cross-examinations, Vermouth. With the ability of this Thousand-Faced Witch, she should be able to escape smoothly after the winery goes bankrupt without his help.

Douma tried hard to recall the winery members who appeared in "Detective Conan" and called up the list of senior executives that Gin had given him before. After checking them one by one, he added two names under "real wine to be collected" with difficulty: Cohen and Chianti.

And then...there was no more. Douma racked his brains but could not figure out where the 'Lost Pearl of the Canghai' that he had forgotten in the corner was.

Finally, Douma put down the pen with a sullen face, and stared in disbelief at the only four names left under "Real Wines to be Picked Up": Gin, Vodka, Cohen, and Chianti.

Such a large black organization is, after all, a notorious international criminal organization, which has caused countries to participate in the investigation with trepidation. As a result, after a careful investigation, it was found that there were only four bottles of real wine without dilution. The others were either undercover agents sent by the Red Team or traitors with ulterior motives and who were good at jumping back and forth.

At this moment, Douma truly felt that the distillery he accidentally inherited was doomed. Even if Gin suddenly appeared the next second and told him that "the organization was wiped out by the police", he would not be surprised. Instead, he would think that this development was too natural.

There is no hope. Wait for death.jpg

After realizing that the situation of the Black Organization was so critical, Douma, who had been calm and unhurried, finally began to get anxious. He tried to seize the last window of time to rescue it. After all, the Black Organization was already his business, and the less losses the better.

Not to mention that the financial performance of his new port mafia has always been less than ideal, or even terrible. Without the support of the black organization, I'm afraid that the financial deficit reports will soon be piled on his desk.

This won’t do. This won’t do!

Douma, who finally realized the crisis, quickly activated the authority of the Demon King, contacted Gin in the distance, and said straight to the point: "Gin, I have a very urgent task for you."

Then successfully scared people (?).

The sudden sound in his ear made Gin, who had originally sensed that there was no one around him, stiffen slightly. It was not until he realized that the voice came from Douma that Gin's stiff body relaxed again. He lowered his eyelids obediently and replied silently in his heart: "Boss, just give me your orders. I will do my best to complete your request."

The words were very beautifully said, and at first they sounded like empty flattery, but if someone could see Gin's expression at this moment, they would immediately understand that Gin was just stating the facts.

Facing Gin, whose loyalty is maxed out, even though Douma is essentially a lazy boss with no ambitions, he can't help but feel a sense of physical and mental comfort. After all, no one doesn't like to be treated wholeheartedly by others, well... even non-humans are no exception.

Without letting Gin wait any longer, Douma quickly pulled his thoughts back to normal and informed the Black Organization of his plan to use the Golden Cicada to escape, and handed the list of people to be eliminated that he had just compiled to Gin.

"Vodka, Korn, ti..." Gin silently repeated these three names that were confirmed to be loyal by the boss. The submissive expression on his face gradually faded, and the smile on the corners of his mouth grew wider, revealing his extremely cruel nature.

Gin, who is able to become the second-in-command of the organization, is not stupid. On the contrary, he is quite smart and strong. Otherwise, he would not be able to carry the weight of most of the organization by himself. He is jokingly called the only real wine in the brewery.

It was precisely because of this that Gin was able to react so quickly. What did it mean that there were only four people on the safe list given to him by the boss, including him? Unexpectedly... Unexpectedly, so many rats sneaked into the organization right under his nose. This is unforgivable... Unforgivable!

The rage that surged in Gin's heart, and the overwhelming murderous intent that followed, were transmitted to Douma without any concealment through the subtle connection between the Demon King and the blood descendant.

Douma, who was confused by Gin's emotions, helplessly raised his forehead, put aside the anger and murderous intent that did not belong to him, and sighed and comforted him: "Gin, I know you are angry, but now is not the time to act on impulse. The most urgent task is to transfer the important assets of the organization. Those traitors... there is still a long way to go."

The words "there's a long way to go" successfully suppressed Gin's rage and murderous intent temporarily. As a successful and excellent killer, he was calm enough. If the news had not been too shocking to him, he would not have lost his composure in front of his boss.

"Yes, it was my subordinate who lost his composure just now." Gin realized that his behavior was inappropriate and quickly calmed down, turning back into the mature, reliable, and emotionally stable capable subordinate.

Only from the railing that Gin had broken could one see that he was still feeling uneasy.

Douma does not intend to forcibly dispel this kind of personal emotion (?) that does not affect the overall situation. After all, he is not a capitalist who should be hung on the street light, and even the emotional changes of his subordinates must be firmly controlled in his hands.

Therefore, Douma ignored Gin's still fluctuating complex emotions and continued with the topic just now: "In addition to the four of you who have code names, you must find a way to replace the core scientists in the secret laboratories scattered around the world in advance. I don't want to lose any of them. And take away as many high-end instruments as you can."

Compared to the various businesses, manpower and channels in the hands of the Black Organization, Douma cares more about the secret laboratories under the Black Organization. Whether it is the high-end instruments that are regulated by various countries and cannot be easily purchased, or the awesome scientists who were deceived, coerced and lured, they are much more valuable than those superficial things.

As long as the core of the laboratory is still in their hands and has not been seized by the police of various countries, the Black Organization is actually just a new skin. Those dignitaries of various countries who are secretly connected with the Black Organization will be like cats that smell blood, and will reinvest in the port mafia that has integrated with the Black Organization.

As long as those powerful people in various countries have not given up the fantasy of immortality, they will not let go of the reorganized port mafia.

As for the research on immortality, has he actually put it on hold? Anyway, those people will not know the truth. It is very convenient to use immortality to cheat money and deceive people. When those people have doubts, he can just take out some specious research results to fool them.

Douma's plan was a brilliant one, after all, immortality was an illusory dream that people had been pursuing for thousands of years, so how could it be possible to successfully research it so easily?

"..." Gin listened quietly to Douma's request, while thinking about how he should complete the task smoothly in the future.

The boss's request was not simple. If he just tampered with the secret laboratories in various places and tried to replace some scientists and instruments, it would be fine. This situation was not uncommon in the organization, especially when the local police noticed something unusual, all people and objects in the laboratory would be quickly evacuated from the scene.

On the contrary, it was very difficult for the four senior executives with code names to escape. Gin could guess at once that they were probably being closely watched by those rats, and any unusual movement on their part would be easily detected by those hateful rats, thus destroying the boss's overall plan.

"So that's what you're concerned about." After hearing what Gin was thinking, Douma couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Then he quickly thought of someone who could come in handy at this time, and he happened to have a channel to contact the other party.

After quickly solving a difficult problem, Douma chuckled in a good mood and said to Gin on the other side: "It's okay, I will be in charge of the escape plan for the four of you. You just need to do what I just told you to do. I believe you can do it, right, Gin?"

"Of course." Gin spit out the cigarette that he had just lit because he was upset by the existence of the little mouse. Even though he was not in front of Douma, he still knelt on one knee solemnly and pledged like an oath: "I will never let you down, boss, and I will never betray you."

"I believe you, Gin."