I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

Chapter 281 The Encirclement of Ireland

Upon catching a glimpse of Fanzhe Zhenren, who was sound asleep in the back seat of the Toyota, at least physically intact, Sugrid was finally able to relax.

Just because others don't know the importance of Guinness beer doesn't mean he doesn't!

Just from Kurokawa Haruya's indirect attitude, it's clear that the Boss is far more interested in the Guinness toy than in himself and Kuromiya Akemi, otherwise he wouldn't carry it around so often.

If Guinness were to die unexpectedly during this operation, the Boss might not hold Gin responsible, but it would definitely have a severe impact on everyone else besides Gin!

"That's right, Ireland."

On the left side of the target, Kiel arrived late in his Citroën, approaching from the side: "This is your last chance, otherwise, it won't be as simple as a quick and painless death."

The driver's eyes darted around, and without a word, he raised his left hand to discreetly reach for his gun, but the passenger grabbed it: "Ireland! What are you doing!"

Ireland remained calm, seemingly accepting the defeat: "Now that the main force has caught up, Gin is probably watching us from not far away. Struggling is useless now, let's do as they say."

“However,” he looked at Sugrid, pointing to the two men sprawled across the back row, “these two are my hostages. If Gin loses three codenamed members at once, he won’t be doing well either, will he?”

"Okay, then let's leave at the next intersection."

With Sugrid's agreement, Kiel, who was standing nearby, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Guinness was aware of the attack and assumed Gin would issue orders to switch to another strategy. However, Sugrid suddenly accelerated and plunged into the hail of bullets, crashing directly into the target, which made her heart skip a beat.

However, it's always a good thing that the mission was successful.

500 meters away, an Osprey helicopter with a light-absorbing paint scheme hovered in mid-air.

Vodka tapped on the monitor screen, observing Fan Ze's rising and falling breaths, and chuckled smugly: "Brother, Guinness got picked up by Ireland and is on his way to meet up in the forest."

Serves him right! Who told him to betray his brotherhood and snitch on the doctor? This is retribution!

"However, due to the unexpected situation, there are still some remnants behind, and they will probably react soon."

"Tsk." Gin stood by the hatch, looking down at the convoy that had regrouped on the road, picked up an RPG rocket launcher, and smiled: "Rum's men are finally all useless now."

As night fell behind the city, a glittering "shooting star" plummeted from the sky, trailing a long tail as it hurtled toward the crowd.

Meanwhile, the guy in the back seat, Tequila, didn't even bother with acting; he jumped to the front, pointed to the sky, and yelled, "Step on the gas! Go faster!!"

"Gin's RPG is coming this way—"

......

boom--

"Ok?"

A faint rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. Heimen Yaoye looked out the window and saw only the grass and trees outside the park swaying in the rain.

This thunderstorm seems to be lasting exceptionally long. Could it be that Conan and his friends went out to visit someone again?

"Lord Butbel, what's wrong?"

Holding the questionnaire, Doi Nai took small, hesitant steps and shyly approached Kuromon Haruya.

"It's nothing." Taking a sip of red wine, Kuromon Haruya put down his glass.

Suddenly, he spread his legs, his black suit trousers taut, revealing the contours of his leg muscles. He casually lifted one foot, the gleaming toe of his shoe tracing a dangerous arc in the air, and beckoned to Doi Nai with a finger: "Come here for a moment."

This action made the waistline that was barely visible under his shirt even more obvious, and the collarbone exposed at the neckline gleamed faintly under the light.

"Good~"

Doi Nai's voice was distorted with excitement, her gaze fixed intently on that leg:

I wonder what the muscle fibers of this leg will look like under the scalpel? How resilient are the tendons? Is the bone density different from normal? And the color of the internal organs—it will definitely be incredibly vibrant and healthy...

Smiling, she let him get closer. When they were close enough, a dangerous glint flashed in Kuromon Haruya's eyes, and his long leg, which had been poised to strike, suddenly lashed out like a whip!

With a muffled thud, the leather shoe struck Doi Nai's chin precisely, sending him flying through the air, his glasses shards scattering everywhere.

Kyosuke Kazato: Wow—it's flying so high—

Slowly and methodically tidying his hospital gown, Kuromon Haruya strolled to his desk, his refined and gentle demeanor reminiscent of a scion of a noble family.

"Dr. Kazato, please keep an eye on your assistant. If he keeps looking at me with those burning eyes that seem to want to strip me naked, next time it won't be as simple as just knocking him unconscious."

He remembered that when Doi Nai worked under Miyano Shiho, he wasn't this perverted. Could it be that Gin did something to him, or that he's gone crazy for the codename?

"...In short, it's definitely not Gin's fault."

"Okay, okay." Kazato Kyosuke chuckled as he stuffed the unconscious Doi Na into the locker.

wrong!

"Lord Butbel, what did you just say?!" Kyosuke Kazato suddenly knelt down on both knees.

"N-nothing."

Kuromon Haruya slowly retreated, thinking to himself: Oh no, I accidentally let it slip.

Gin, Kyosuke Kazato swears, he heard Butbel call Gin-sama's name in an unusually affectionate voice.

"Waaaah, so you were lying to me when you said you didn't care about those two adults in the questionnaire! You haven't forgotten them at all!"

Kyosuke Kazato clung to his leg, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"No, I was just thinking about the task ahead..."

"Then swear! Swear you don't love Gin and Vermouth, and see what happens!"

"Oh dear, this one is still..."

......

Chased by the meteor shower, three black cars left sharp tracks in the mud, their tires kicking up gravel with a crackling sound.

The group of people, still shaken, looked at each other through the window and saw that each other had the same cold sweat on their foreheads.

The roar of the Osprey helicopter shattered the silence of the forest, the air blasts from its rotors bending the surrounding bushes, and a rope fell down in front of the group.

In the fierce wind, Gin's figure appeared by the hatch. He gripped the rope with one hand, his black trench coat fluttering in the air. His long, silver hair, defying gravity, shimmered with a moonlit glow and flew freely in the night sky.

The figure leaped into the air, its long legs lightly tapping the rope a few times to cushion the fall, before landing gracefully and steadily on the lawn without making a sound.

"what happened?"

Gin loosened the ropes, a cigarette still dangling from his lips, and slowly walked over.

The dark green pupils gleamed coldly in the shadows, like an alpha wolf locking onto its prey, ready to pierce their throats with the slightest force.

Seeing no response, Gin impatiently repeated, "What's going on, Ireland? Is this your laughable sincerity?"