mtl008 Chapter 160 The person who disrupts the situation
Chapter 160 The person who disrupts the situation
Cointreau didn’t know what Vermouth was thinking right now. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn’t take it seriously.
His sister was much more obedient and well-behaved than the child that Vermouth cared about, and she would never get involved in such dangerous things. And even if there was a special situation, Jundu believed that it would not be his sister who was in danger, and she did not need others to clean up the mess for her.
Obviously, Cointreau's evaluation of his own sister is not very objective. He has a filter for his "obedient and well-behaved" sister who established an organization and cooperated with the Black Organization.
Vermouth turned away her eyes and looked at Gin, trying to find out why Gin suddenly changed his target. Knowing the reason, she could think of a way to dispel Gin's idea of killing.
On the other side, in the FBI car, Conan also guessed from the movement route of Gin's car, the Porsche 356A, that Gin and his team might have discovered the existence of the transmitter and the bug, and were now rushing towards the Mori Detective Agency.
Then he received even worse news from Dr. Agasa: Kogoro Mouri did not stay at the doctor's house well. He left the doctor's house and rushed back to the office to watch the horse racing before the FBI personnel arranged by Judy arrived.
Conan and his friends immediately sped up and headed towards Beika Town, while Conan also called the landline in the detective agency.
But unfortunately, the signal cable of the landline was unplugged by Kogoro Mouri who was anxious to listen to the results of the horse racing match with headphones. No matter how Conan shouted, Kogoro Mouri could not hear him.
On a rooftop not far from the Maori Detective Agency.
Chianti and Cohen observed Maori Kogoro's movements through the sniper rifle's scope and found that he had earphones in his ears. Vodka was more certain that Maori Kogoro had installed the bug and thought that he had not given up yet and was listening to the bug for any sound.
Gin did not object to Vodka's guess. He took out the bug wrapped in a ball of paper and gave an ultimatum to Kogoro Mouri, who he thought was on the other end of the bug.
"The eavesdropping device and transmitter in my hand are very similar to the ones on that woman last time. I'll give you 10 seconds. If you plan to tell me about the relationship between me and Shirley, the traitor of the organization, take your left hand away from the headset and raise it..."
"10, 9, 8...4, 3, 2..."
"Snapped!"
Just as Gin was about to count down to 1 and Cohen and Chianti had their hands on the trigger ready to press, a football suddenly hit the glass of the office.
Gin and the others were all stunned for a moment, and Cohen and Chianti even moved their heads away from the sight.
Jundu was also shocked by this sudden situation and opened his eyes slightly.
He looked down and saw that the football was kicked by the kid Conan.
Maori Kogoro was also startled by the kick. He suddenly opened the window of the office and scolded Conan who was standing on the street. Conan also took the opportunity to reveal that Maori Kogoro wore headphones to listen to the results of the horse racing game.
Vermouth found a breakthrough. Before, Gin's reasons were too sufficient, and she couldn't stop him blatantly. Now that she had a reason, she immediately dissuaded him calmly: "It seems that this time it has nothing to do with him."
"That's not necessarily true. It's just a coincidence. And don't forget, Keel is missing now, and the FBI is involved. Maybe this Maori detective has connections with the FBI."
Cointreau thought Vermouth was too anxious. Was she too concerned? Just a few words from a child and the target himself could not reduce suspicion or change Gin's plan.
He also felt that this kid was too reckless, daring to interfere with the organization's actions. But since he had interfered, he should have planned it more carefully and not left clues that could be easily discovered and followed. Look, the lair has been found!
At this time, Cointreau still didn't know that the bugs and transmitters on Gil were not installed by Conan on purpose, but Gil accidentally stuck them on himself, so there was no way to clean them. But even if he knew, Cointreau probably wouldn't change his mind. At most, he would be more aware of Conan's luck as the protagonist, and the clues of the organization were lining up to send to him.
Of course, even without knowing it, Cointreau had a certain amount of confidence in the protagonist's luck.
Therefore, what he just said was not intended to really take Kogoro Mori's life. He just wanted Gin to hurry up and take action, at least to teach him a lesson. If time was dragged out and there was an unexpected situation, what would happen if it was left unresolved?
They had so many members in their organization take action, but in the end they didn't accomplish anything and even lost a code name member. It's really a joke.
Obviously, Cointreau's words were also Gin's thoughts. He didn't hesitate and directly ordered Cohen and Chianti: "Go ahead, take care of that little devil down there."
After receiving the order, Chianti smiled excitedly and immediately moved the muzzle of the gun, ready to take action.
"Wait a moment!"
Vermouth immediately spoke out to stop her.
After hearing what Gin had just said, she no longer cared about her dissatisfaction with Cointreau for suddenly targeting Kogoro Mori despite the previous agreement, and hurriedly thought of reasons to persuade Gin not to do it.
"There is no evidence now. If we rashly kill him who has a good relationship with the police..."
Before Vermouth could finish her words, she was interrupted by the sound of Gin turning on the insurance.
Gin raised the Beretta in his hand and pointed it at Vermouth, looking at her with some impatience and dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Vermouth, you talk too much."
He looked at Vermouth with deep eyes and unclear emotions, "You and that detective, is there something going on, right?"
Vermouth turned around and smiled, "So what if it is true?"
"Well, I didn't mean to interrupt your communication, but I think we've wasted too much time. Now that we know that the detective might not be the one who installed the bug, you should decide whether to kill Gin or not. If you delay any further, be careful that the FBI will come out to mess things up again."
Jundu rolled his eyes secretly. He knew it was impossible to shoot successfully. Now Vermouth had to step down personally to stop it.
I really don’t understand why Chianti listens to Vermouth so much now. I saw that she always disliked Vermouth before, but when Vermouth said wait a minute, Chianti really didn’t shoot.
Cointreau was a little curious about who would come out to stop Gin if he ordered the shooting again. Could it really be the FBI?