In the office of a stern organization in Tokyo, Japan, the strong vodka was sitting on the sofa in the reception room with a box of cash in his hand. At this moment, the box had been opened, and inside was something that made countless people fight for and crazy about it - money!

"How are you thinking about it?" Vodka looked at the old man sitting opposite him. The old man was a big boss from the sensational organization and his goal for cooperation this time.

"The other party is Suzuki Consortium. Is there a little money left?" The old man was combed with silver silk and was meticulously wearing gold silk glasses. Behind the glasses were a pair of calm and wise eyes.

"We are not asking you to directly confront each other, we just delay time as much as possible. Such a little thing is enough." Vodka no longer looked like he was being fucked in front of Gin.

"Maybe I can capture you and send it to the Suzuki Consortium, and they may give more." The old man said with a sneer.

"Then it depends on whether you have life or not, and what money you spend alive." Vodka's face remained unchanged, and he said threatening words calmly.

"Haha, are you threatening me?" The old man seemed to be angry. With a wave of his hand, several big men behind him took out pistols from his arms. This is also very rare in Japan, where heat weapons are explicitly prohibited: "I am not the other extreme organizations!"

"Or I wouldn't come to find you." Vodka looked at the other party calmly, not afraid of the few pistols on the opposite side. He looked at the old man and said, "By the way, the vase behind you looks like Chinese porcelain."

"That's right, it is said that it is a porcelain from the Song Dynasty. I spent a lot of effort to buy it from someone else." The old man said proudly.

At this moment, after a crisp sound, the vase that the old man bought at a high price shattered. This scene immediately made several people in the office nervous. It was obvious that the other party's sniper was demonstrating. They gritted their teeth and wanted to shoot, but were stopped by their own boss.

"I heard that there are only ten pieces in the world. You broke the antiques." The old man said with a somewhat ugly face.

"I can pay you one." Vodka said indifferently. Of course, he did not have any research on these things, so he said that he would pay for such a thing.

"I agreed, but I am only responsible for some things on the outside. As for what you want to do, I don't care about what level you do, and I don't want to know." The old man said in a deep voice. He just wanted to test the other party, but the other party's reaction made him very helpless. It was obvious that he encountered an international criminal group that was even more cruel than the old man.

"It's up to you, so the cooperation is pleasant." Vodka nodded slightly, stood up and said, "I will notify the time of action myself and contact me later."

Vodka placed his suitcase in front of the other party, leisurely left the territory of this tsunami organization, turned a corner on the road, and threw off the tail behind him. He then returned to Gin. Gin was listening to other people's reports. He knew that he could not interrupt Gin's thinking at this moment, so he stood quietly.

Ginjiu has indeed been paying attention to the exhibition hall, but that's right. After all, it's related to Shirley's number one researcher and a defector to an organization. Such a person shouldn't have continued to live in the world, but Ginjiu couldn't find the other party. This time the other party ran out by himself, and no matter what conspiracy there was, Ginjiu would accompany him to the end.

"They only have a few people patrolling the market on the surface, but many hidden places have surveillance facilities installed, so I dare not continue to approach." A tall and thin man said to Gin.

"Have you seen any other situation?" Gin Jiu asked intriguedly.

"No, the police are no longer nearby. I pretended to be a media person and entered the conference room, but that's all, it's not accessible inside the exhibition hall." The tall and thin man said: "I found a good sniper location nearby."

"Is that? That's very suitable for you, Cohen." Gin smiled slightly.

"When will we act? I think Shirley and Kudo Shinichi should not appear in their true colors. If we cannot confirm them, we cannot kill them." Cohen asked lightly. He was a taciturn person, and it was already amazing to be able to say so much.

"Vodka, what's going on with you?" Gin asked.

"The other party has agreed, with the help of the Smiths," Vodka said lightly: "They have promised to delay time nearby so that we will not be ruined by the police when we act."

"Let's start the layout. This time, no matter who the other party is, I must arrest my dear Shirley and repair it well." Gin showed a bloodthirsty smile.

Vodka and the others didn't say anything after seeing it. After all, they all knew that Shirley had a special significance to Gin. Although they didn't know what this special significance was, if Shirley was really caught by Gin this time, it could be expected that the other party's fate would be very tragic, but it was just a traitor, no one would care.

In this way, we had a tacit understanding with the Anti-Black Organization Alliance, and played a huge chess game around the exhibition hall of the Suzuki Consortium and seven world-famous oil paintings. It was a life-and-death kind. Both sides kept adjusting their plans and were waiting for the opportunity to appear. The legendary opportunity happened to be Natasha who disguised as Shiho Miyao and Kuroha Kuroha who had to disguise as Shinichi Kudo.

The reason why Kuroyuki dressed up as he looked like he was because although Conan could also restore his original identity, it was also time-limited. In just a few minutes, it was not enough for this action, so he could only entrust this weird thief Kid, who was good at it.

On the third day of the development, vehicles went to the exhibition hall one after another. In the woods at the bottom of the mountain and in the hillside, you could occasionally see many people walking around. These people used various instruments to monitor the traffic outside and spread the information to the people on the top of the mountain. Of course, they actually didn't know who they were serving, but they didn't care. Anyway, the boss gave orders to them to wait here. If they heard an accident on the top of the mountain, they would try every means to block the road and delay the police's rescue activities.

An inconspicuous Toyota car drove from a distance and did not attract anyone's attention. When he arrived at the entrance of the exhibition hall, a man walked out of the car. After a little looked around, he greeted an old lady from the car. The old lady then waved her hand and asked the other party to leave, and walked slowly to the main hall of the exhibition hall.
Chapter completed!