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Chapter 227: Chapter 223: Vermouth: "?"



The staircase leading to the rooftop. 

Gin and Vodka ascended the stairs. 

The two men exchanged a glance while hiding behind the iron door of the stairwell. Both drew pistols fitted with silencers. 

Vodka stepped forward and kicked the iron door open with one powerful motion. 

Gin followed closely behind, lowering the brim of his hat and raising his gun. 

Before their eyes lay the rooftop, blanketed in heavy snowfall under the deep night sky. 

A lone figure stood at the edge of the rooftop. 

The person was cloaked in black and cradling a young girl dressed in a sundress. 

The girl had wavy, short chestnut hair and appeared to be around 17 or 18 years old. 

However, her *figure* was undoubtedly more mature than most her age. 

Gin instantly recognized the girl being held. 

The girl who betrayed the organization—Sherry. 

She was also the woman Gin had been longing to eliminate. 

Despite the traitor being right in front of him, Gin, an experienced and calculating veteran of the organization, didn't let his excitement cloud his judgment. 

He watched the cloaked figure vigilantly and barked, "Who are you?" 

The figure in the black cloak turned around at the sound, revealing a fox mask on her face. In a sharp, taunting female voice, she replied, "Guess." 

Gin frowned slightly and raised his gun, ready to fire. 

But before he could pull the trigger, the cloaked figure sneered and leaped forward, disappearing over the edge. 

Gin hurried forward, gun still raised, to check. 

However, the black figure was nowhere to be seen. 

It was all for nothing... 

"Boss, that woman got rescued by the one in the black cloak," Vodka said as he came up, looking down over the edge as well. 

"You don't need to state the obvious," Gin replied, his face growing even darker. "It seems that traitor has found a new organization, and her allies have now saved her. We're leaving." 

"Boom!" 

Just as the two were preparing to leave, a violent explosion suddenly erupted behind them. 

Vodka, being the one furthest back, was blasted off his feet first. 

His heavy body slammed straight into Gin, sending the two of them tumbling down the staircase. 

The two men, entangled, rolled down to the next landing. 

Gin shoved Vodka off him, struggling to his feet while clutching his aching head. He looked at his hand and saw it stained with blood. 

Raising his head, he saw that the stairwell leading to the rooftop had been blown to pieces. 

Looking down, he glanced at Vodka, whose sunglasses had been shattered by the explosion. His suit was torn, and his back was burned, the skin scorched and raw. Gin's face grew even darker. 

First, it was that damn Shuichi Akai. Then, the damn "Bat." And now, a damn "Fox!" 

No... Could this all have been a setup from the very beginning?! 

Japanese Public Security? No, wait... if it were them— 

Could it be... *him* again? 

Damn it. 

This was deliberate provocation. 

It had to be! 

As Gin seethed, not far away, a small figure crept closer, drawn by the sound of the explosion. Hiding behind a partially open door, they observed the two men who had been blasted apart. 

It was none other than Conan. 

Just moments earlier, Conan had panicked upon losing contact with Haibara Ai. 

Rushing to the scene, he'd arrived only to find nothing but an empty rooftop. 

However, judging by the situation now, it seemed Haibara hadn't been captured by those two men. 

As for Pisco, he'd been taken into police custody after Conan's earlier intervention, leaving him unable to report back to the organization. 

Now, one of the two was critically injured, and the other was heavily wounded. 

This was the perfect opportunity. 

A sneak attack might just finish them off! 

Conan's glasses reflected a cold gleam. 

He raised the wristwatch on his arm and aimed the tranquilizer dart at Gin. 

*Whoosh!* 

A silver dart sliced through the air, striking Gin's arm. 

Gin: "?!"

He looked down at his arm, suddenly feeling dizzy. 

Kneeling slightly, he glanced at his arm again, noticing the silver dart embedded in it. 

Gin: "..." 

The dizziness intensified. 

He looked down at Vodka, then up at the stairwell above. 

He didn't know which brat had fired the dart, but he absolutely couldn't afford to lose consciousness now… 

---

He decisively pulled out the silver needle, picked up the pistol lying nearby, and, without hesitation, shot himself in the arm again.

"Biu!"

With the sound of the gunshot, Gin's mind instantly became clear.

This time, having experience from the last attempt, he was noticeably more adept.

Witnessing this scene, Conan couldn't help but remark: 

"Gin, you're a ruthless guy."

Then, quietly and without a sound, Conan sneaked away.

After forcibly sobering up, Gin holstered his gun. 

He stood up, grabbed his sunglasses along the way, and, clutching his injured arm, limped away while dragging Vodka by the leg. 

He intended to leave this place, which had once again brought him painful memories.

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Meanwhile, in the women's restroom at the Beika Hotel.

"Bang!"

A sudden and violent explosion echoed through the air.

Belmod, who had just finished answering police questions and was now touching up her makeup in the bathroom, froze when she heard the noise.

She had no idea the organization's operation this time would cause such a commotion.

After all, the organization had always adhered to a principle of "secrecy" in its actions. 

But playing with bombs under these circumstances was certainly overkill. 

She couldn't tell whether this was the work of some overzealous member or the old man's doing. 

Closing her makeup compact, she pushed open the bathroom door to check the situation.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a strange figure dressed in a white cloak dragging an elderly man past her.

Belmod: "?"

Belmod was stunned by the scene before her. 

Was this some bizarre play common in Japan? 

It was even weirder than what she'd seen in America. 

Regaining her composure, she lowered her gaze to get a closer look.

That's when she realized that the elderly man being dragged along was actually her partner for this mission—Pisco.

Belmod: "…"

At this moment, Fujino also noticed the restroom door opening. 

When he turned his head, he saw a blonde woman with heavy lipstick, wearing black high heels and a glamorous evening gown. Her figure seemed even more exaggerated than that of a certain snow-white princess. She was staring straight at him. 

Belmod?

Oh, right. She *was* supposed to be here. 

Unexpectedly, they had run into each other. 

Fujino froze for a moment, locking eyes with her: 

"…"

Fujino could see Belmod clearly, but Belmod couldn't see Fujino. 

Fujino quickly regained his composure. With a flick of his right hand, a silver blade extended from his sleeve, pointing directly at Belmod. 

"Leave, or die."

Belmod narrowed her eyes slightly, first glancing at the seemingly lifeless Pisco being dragged along the floor, then at the silver blade pointed at her. Thoughts began to churn in her mind.

Belmod made a decision. 

Belmod decisively chose to sell out her teammate.

Without hesitation, Belmod turned around and walked away quickly in her black high heels, the sound of her steps echoing—"click, click, click." 

(End of Chapter) 


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