Chapter 68

The slight disappointment in his heart did not make Gin give up his pn A immediately, even though he still had pn B in progress as a backup option.

Yes, Gin felt that his pn A could still be saved.

Gin, who was quick-thinking, quickly thought of a way to save his plan from failure. He casually extended his right hand in front of Douma and said, "Mr. Douma, nice to meet you again. I hope our cooperation this time will be as pleasant as last time."

Facing the friendly hand extended by Gin, Douma, who was wearing gloves to protect himself from the sunlight, felt a little embarrassed. According to etiquette, he should take off his gloves before shaking hands with Gin, otherwise it would be impolite.

However, the reality did not leave Douma any choice. Looking at Gin's right hand bathed in the sun, if he did not want his entire hand to be scorched, he could only be an unreasonable person.

Douma casually put the cross in his palm into his coat pocket, and held Gin's right hand through his gloves, pretending that he didn't know that he had to take off his gloves before shaking hands, and said with a smile: "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Gin."

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The whole movement was so smooth and natural that even Gin was dazed for a second. He raised his eyes and looked at Douma, who had a fake business smile and cold and arrogant eyes. He felt that the arrogance of this new transcendent was simply a slap in his face.

Gin, who always looked arrogant to others, couldn't help but increase the strength of his hands, but he saw Douma opposite him continued to maintain that fake face as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring the strength in his hands that could crush the bones of an ordinary man.

The law of the jungle and the strong being respected are the principles that Gin has always believed in since he was a child. This moment is no exception. Douma is really strong, so Gin just sneered and took back his hand: "Happy cooperation."

Gin didn't feel discouraged that he was no match for a Transcendent One in strength, but he felt a little disappointed that he failed to make Douma take off his gloves. When he lowered his head slightly, the big brim of his hat and the several layers of scarf covered the expression on his face.

The arrogant Douma had no idea of ​​Gin's disappointment.

It’s so funny, he can’t even see Gin’s expression, okay?

The two suspicious persons, who wrapped themselves tightly, successfully made contact amidst the strange looks from a few passers-by nearby.

The Japanese are probably indifferent by nature, and this is also because Yokohama has been in chaos for many years. The few passers-by only took a few more glances and then hurriedly left this place of trouble, fearing that they would be implicated in some fatal incident.

Ordinary people who have managed to survive in Yokohama to this day are very good at seeking benefits and avoiding harm. Soon, ordinary people near the square disappeared one after another quietly.

This phenomenon made Gin, a complete outsider, a little confused. He looked around vigilantly, suspecting that someone was deliberately clearing the place, and secretly hated in his heart: Could it be that those idiots are so stupid? They exposed the abnormality before they took action. Are they afraid that Douma will not notice the abnormality?

As a foreigner as well, Douma, who has been in Yokohama for almost three years, has already gotten used to this. After all, this is Yokohama, where the people are simple and honest.

Douma doesn't have the ability to read minds, so he naturally can't tell what's going on under Gin's expressionless face. He just thinks that Gin is not used to the way things are done in Yokohama, which is different from other cities, so he explains, "Leaving immediately when you see a bad situation is very common in Yokohama. Everyone knows how to save their lives."

This explanation successfully put Gin's worries to rest. As long as Douma didn't realize that someone was planning to assassinate him, it would be fine. Otherwise, it would be wishful thinking for those idiots to succeed if they were on guard against him. Those idiots would only have a chance to try when Douma was off guard.

Although Gin was concerned about the many variables in PB, his years of experience were not to be underestimated. He softened his expression, nodded slightly, and asked, "Mr. Douma, please answer my questions. Since nothing happened, our deal..."

Gin gave Douma enough face by saying just enough, and Douma did not let Gin down. He took out the "Sage's Stone" that he had casually put in his arms and continued, "Of course the transaction will continue. This is what you want.

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A familiar glass bottle appeared in front of Gin. Unlike the nervousness he felt the last time he saw it, this time Gin's target was no longer the 'Sage's Stone' of limited utility.

The experienced Gin did not reveal his absent-mindedness at the moment. He took the 'Stone of the Wise' cautiously, opened the bottle cap and smelled it like last time. After confirming that the 'Stone of the Wise' in his hand was indeed the real thing, he took out his mobile phone calmly and made a call.

On the other side, the contact person who received Gin's call transferred the money he had prepared long ago to the bank account of the port mafia. There are always some private banks opened abroad that are willing to receive and hide such stolen (transferred) funds of unknown origin.

The next step is to wait for the port mafia to confirm the receipt of the money. The transaction will be officially completed only when Douma receives a phone call. Before that, Douma cannot let Gin take the "Stone of the Sage" away under his nose.

It just so happened that Gin was not in a hurry to leave, he wanted to witness his PB with his own eyes.

Although he had sent Vodka to monitor the situation nearby, it was not as accurate as watching it with his own eyes. Whether the silver proton bullet soaked in holy water would be effective against Douma or not, this result was related to whether he could successfully complete the task assigned to him by the boss.

Douma and Gin stared at each other for a while.

To avoid embarrassment, Douma tried to find a topic to break the deadlock. He looked around and didn't see the tall man in black, so he asked, "Isn't Mr. Vodka here this time?"

Vodka and gin go well together, so Douma's question isn't surprising.

Gin didn't panic when he heard Douma asking Vodka. He was prepared for this and replied calmly, "I think with Douma-san here, our deal won't go wrong, so I just asked him to wait for me in the car."

Douma didn't suspect anything after hearing this. After all, he didn't know how they usually cooperated with each other, and asking this was just for the sake of conversation.

Before the atmosphere became strange, a gunshot broke the silence.

At the same time, the tingling discomfort made Douma realize that someone was trying to kill him, and the subsequent gunshots further confirmed this.

The five senses and speed of the ogre are far beyond those of ordinary people. The sniper attack that ordinary people cannot avoid is not the case with Douma.

When Douma released all his senses, time seemed to slow down. He could hear and see the bullets fired at him and the man on the opposite building with a look of triumph on his face.

In a flash, Douma took a step back, avoiding the gunshot aimed at his chest, and without any hesitation, he used [Blood Demon Jutsu] to condense a sharp ice cone and threw it at the killer who was sniping at him with a sniper rifle on the opposite building.

Douma's [Blood Demon Jutsu] was severely weakened under the scorching sun, but the strength of the 'Upper Rank Two' is not exaggerated. In addition, Douma had eaten a lot of special ability crystals equivalent to rare blood before, so his strength was greatly improved.

Therefore, before the ice cone was obscured by the scorching sun, it successfully pierced the killer's head.

Before Douma could feel happy after knocking out the enemy with one strike, he felt a piercing pain in his arm. The familiar pain gave Douma a bad feeling. He looked to the side and saw that his sunscreen suit had been torn by the bullet.

The fair skin that should have been exposed under the torn sleeves was now a terrifying black-gray color, and there was a strange smoke coming out of it, as if something was burning.

Douma subconsciously tilted the umbrella in his hand to a degree that could cover the wound. Without the sunlight, the cannibal's astonishing recovery speed finally came in handy, and the part of the skin that was charred by the sun recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Douma didn't care about these little things at all, his eyes were directly on Gin beside him.

Sure enough, Gin was staring at Douma's injured arm. He saw clearly the rapid carbonization of the flesh after contact with the sunlight and its rapid recovery now. He could even smell the smell of something being burnt.

Everything was reminding Gin that what had just happened was not an illusion but real.

Gin, who had witnessed everything, had already come to a conclusion in his mind, and he didn't need a cross to confirm this.

He shifted his gaze from his now-recovered arm to look at Douma's still calm eyes, and said firmly: "There's nothing without a smoke. Douma-san is not a human being as the rumors say, but..."

"Hahaha, what are you talking about? What do you mean you're not a human? This is my supernatural power!" Douma laughed it off without waiting for Gin to finish his words, trying to get the matter over with.

After all, the man in front of him is the only real wine (bushi) in the winery, and the winery from "Detective Conan" pursues immortality. He has just walked into the trap. If the people in the winery find out that he is not human, the day when his weaknesses are discovered will not be far away!

You can always believe that the organization that developed APTX4869, a miraculous anti-aging drug, must have equally miraculous research capabilities.

Douma felt his scalp tingling when he thought that the winery would stick to him like a dog-skin plaster and he couldn't tear it off.

Gin, who was interrupted, did not believe Douma's nonsense. He calmly waited for Douma to finish his argument before continuing to say his conclusion: "Mr. Douma is indeed a vampire."

"???" Douma was speechless. How did he become a vampire? Do cannibals have no human rights? Oh, it seems that they really don't.

This guess was both right and wrong, which made people wonder how to react. Vampires and cannibals seem to be similar? The only difference is that one only drinks soup, while the other eats meat while drinking soup.

Douma, whose mind was gradually running wild, collected his wandering thoughts and looked at Gin who looked confident. It was obvious that Gin was very confident in his guess.

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Reluctantly suppressing the murderous intent in his heart, Douma decided to give Gin one last chance and emphasized, "I am not a vampire."

Gin didn't answer, but his expression told Douma that he didn't believe it.

Douma: Very good, you are dead.