Chapter 31
Sensing something was wrong, Kudo Shinichi chased the suspicious man in black from a distance, all the way to a more remote area of the park.
As soon as he left the bustling crowd, Kudo Shinichi skillfully slowed down his movements and used his years of tracking experience to fall far behind the opponent.
Don't ask why a 17-year-old high school student has so much tracking experience. The answer is just that it's just a detective operation in the scientific world.
Kudo Shinichi slowly approached the suspicious target person along the wall. He pricked up his ears and tried to eavesdrop on the conversation between three people at the corner who seemed to be conducting some illegal transaction.
"Did you bring the 'Stone of the Sage'?" The dignity of the winery executives made Vodka try his best to restore himself to his normal state.
If we exclude the fact that Vodka kept his eyes fixed on the lower half of Douma's face and resolutely refused to make eye contact with Douma, his behavior was indeed quite normal.
"Here." Douma took out a small bottle of 'Sage's Stone' from his jacket pocket and shook it over the vodka.
Seeing Douma's actions, even the experienced Vodka couldn't help but drop his jaw and kept saying "Fuck" in his heart.
Shouldn't such an important item as the 'Sage's Stone' be placed in a safe with full anti-theft measures and treated with caution? How dare you put it in your pocket so casually?
The roar in Vodka's heart died down immediately after he accidentally met Douma's cold and cruel eyes. He swallowed the doubt that was on the tip of his tongue very sincerely and closed his mouth pretending that it was normal: "..."
The air became quiet. Douma looked at Vodka who suddenly stopped talking and was a little confused. After thinking for a while, he took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to check the goods?"
Vodka fixed his eyes on Douma's tall nose, avoiding the cold gaze of big brother Gin. After listening to the other party's indifferent question, Vodka, who regained his senses, nodded and replied: "Yes, we need to inspect the goods."
As long as he didn't meet Douma's eyes, Vodka's professionalism would immediately come into play. He took the 'Stone of the Sage' that the boss had ordered him to obtain, and his cautious movements were as if what he held in his hand was not a small, motionless bottle, but a bomb that could explode at any time.
He opened the bottle of vodka and took a light sniff. An indescribable scent filled his nostrils. In an instant, he felt full of strength, and all the fatigue from a busy day was swept away.
According to the information obtained by the organization, the "Stone of Sages" can restore the user's youth and prolong life. Its appearance is similar to a small ruby and it emits a refreshing and light fragrance.
"You can tell the real from the fake just by smelling it," the organization's intelligence agent told him. At the time, Vodka was skeptical, but after he actually experienced it himself, he found that the news was actually true.
And the way vodka makes people drunk instantly after just one sniff was seen by Kudo Shinichi who was peeking in. It was definitely cat poison. He was even more certain that the "Sage's Stone" these guys were trading was most likely a new type of drug.
Kudo Shinichi turned his gaze to the other two men and carefully noted their features. Although the two men were about the same height and were both handsome with long hair, there was a big difference in their figures and their hair colors were also completely different.
The thin black-haired man seemed to be in poor health and had a gloomy temperament. Even though the weather had turned warmer, he was still wearing a woolen coat and cotton boots, and he also had a scarf, earmuffs, and gloves. He breathed out air to keep warm from time to time, and his weakness and fear of cold were almost written on his face.
The other young man with long oak-white hair was wearing a black windbreaker and had a faint smile on his face. He was in charge of all the negotiations and seemed to be the leader.
Kudo Shinichi looked at him from a distance for a few seconds, and subconsciously felt that this person was a little strange. Before he could figure it out, he met a pair of eyes with gradient seven-colored colors.
Oh no! He was discovered! Kudo Shinichi immediately raised the alarm.
However, just as Kudo Shinichi was about to turn around and run away, a sound of wind rang behind him, followed by a severe pain.
After being hit by a club, Kudo Shinichi's legs went limp and he fell to the street.
"The detective game is over." After successfully hitting the target, Gin threw away the steel pipe he picked up at random and strode towards the three people.
Gin's eyes were cold and sharp. He looked at the two people from the port mafia calmly. Finally, he came to a conclusion that he had to try it himself.
As we all know, people with special abilities cannot be judged based on their appearance alone. This frail-looking pretty boy in front of us may not be as weak as he appears.
As for the other person? Gin stared at Douma with a serious look and became secretly on guard.
Weak and cowardly little white-faced person, former transcendent, Lan Tang (pseudonym): ...
Although the Port Mafia is only an underground organization in a small island country like Japan, it is a superpower organization after all. It is said that the Port Mafia has recruited many powerful superpowers, so its fighting ability is a mystery to Gin.
What Gin needs to do now is to test out the true fighting power of the Port Mafia, which will determine how the Black Organization will treat the other party in the future. If the Port Mafia is weak, don't blame the Black Organization for being ruthless.
Weakness is the original sin!
Although Gin was very wary of Douma's existence, he remembered the boss's instructions before leaving, and Gin, who was probably the most loyal in the entire organization, still took action resolutely.
The incident happened in an instant. Gin pulled out a pistol without warning and fired several shots in the direction of Douma and Randou.
Thanks to the silencer that had been installed in advance, a few strange muffled noises were like a drop in the ocean in a place like an amusement park, and did not attract anyone's attention, especially the police patrolling nearby, who were completely unaware of it.
Lan Tang, who seemed to be busy shivering and breathing out to keep warm, used [Coloring Book] as a reflex the moment the bullet was fired, and a golden block wrapped around the bullet flying towards them.
Under the laws of the alien space, everything comes to a standstill, and bullets defy physics and remain suspended in mid-air.
Douma subconsciously took a step to the side and stood in front of Lan Tang. The fragile output required him, a blood-boosting teammate with infinite blood recovery, to bear the damage.
Suddenly, Lan Tang, who was protected by Douma behind him, had a flash of eyes. I don’t know what he thought of, but his eyes, which always looked desolate, now had a hint of warmth.
"What do you mean?" Douma's face turned cold and he looked at Gin who suddenly fired a shot with burning eyes, trying to get an explanation.
When Douma has no expression on his face, the debuff effect of the shell is the strongest.
Due to the cannibal's suppression of the human food chain, Gin felt as if he had fallen into the deep sea, and for the first time he experienced what it felt like to be suffocated by fear.
If it was an ordinary person facing Douma at this moment, he would probably have fainted from fright.
However, Gin is not an ordinary person. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath to relieve the discomfort in his body, then explained in a very natural tone: "Sorry, I was just testing whether you are really the Port Mafia. After all, if you are real, then there is no way that a person with special abilities cannot avoid my bullets."
This is a complete lie. Even among people with special abilities, most people cannot avoid bullets. Only the best among them can do this. Gin naturally changed the concept and expressed his test in a different way.
His calm expression made it impossible to tell that Gin was actually frightened by Douma's aura for just a few seconds.
Hearing this, Randou looked at Douma's closed and reflective window of the soul, trying to seek Douma's opinion. After all, Douma, who was promoted to an officer candidate, was higher in rank than Randou at this time, and in the port mafia with strict hierarchy, it is a clear rule to obey the orders of superiors when performing tasks.
"I understand." Not knowing what the interpretation meant, Rantang nodded to Douma, and then decisively dismissed the [Coloring Book].
Douma who is always on different channels with others: ??? You got a bubble teapot!
The beautiful golden cube disappeared, and after a few tinkling sounds, the bullets that had been suspended in the air lay quietly on the ground.
The atmosphere became a little subtle because of Gin's tentative move. Vodka looked here and there, and finally stood beside Gin obediently and handed the "Sage's Stone" in his hand to him: "Brother, this is the real thing."
Gin took it and smelled it. After confirming the authenticity of the 'Stone of the Sage', he nodded to Douma and the others calmly and said, "The transaction will continue."
No, so the shots just now were just covered like that? Douma couldn't help but complain in his mind, but the other three people continued the transaction as if nothing had happened. As the only normal person (?), Douma felt that he was a bit out of place.
Douma, sighing in his heart, couldn't help but look at Kudo Shinichi who was beaten badly. Looking at the unlucky guy who couldn't escape the plot killing in the world of comics, Douma's little depression disappeared.
The content of the transaction had been negotiated in advance, and they came mainly to conduct on-site transactions, so everything went very quickly.
Not long after, Lan Tang received a message on his mobile phone that the transaction amount promised by the Black Organization had been duly transferred to the corresponding account.
Instead of using more concealed cash for transactions, they use overseas bank transfers, simply because the amounts involved are too large and cash is not convenient.
Douma, who has superhuman vision, saw from afar the transfer figures displayed on the computer operated by Vodka. He was shocked by the string of zeros: Mr. Mori, you are worthy of being like this. You can fleece a fat sheep and make the most of it.
Douma, who had looked down on the brewery because they added too much water, immediately had awe in the Black Organization. They were so rich, and completely different from the poor port mafia.
Douma, who bowed to the power of money, even had the urge to provide some blood to Karasuma Renya, but fortunately, the conversation next to him brought him back to his senses in time.
It is impossible to develop a ghost. You will never be warm in your life.
"What do you mean?" Douma's face turned cold and he looked at Gin who suddenly fired a shot with burning eyes, trying to get an explanation.
When Douma has no expression on his face, the debuff effect of the shell is the strongest.
Due to the cannibal's suppression of the human food chain, Gin felt as if he had fallen into the deep sea, and for the first time he experienced what it felt like to be suffocated by fear.
If it was an ordinary person facing Douma at this moment, he would probably have fainted from fright.
However, Gin is not an ordinary person. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath to relieve the discomfort in his body, then explained in a very natural tone: "Sorry, I was just trying to see if you are really the Port Mafia. After all, if you are real, then it is impossible for a person with superpowers to not be able to avoid my bullets."┆┆
This is a complete lie. Even for people with special abilities, most people cannot avoid bullets. Only the best among them can do this. Gin naturally changed the concept and changed his temptation to another way.