In the world of Detective Conan, however, he was bound to the Naruto System.

Chapter 116 The Man Who Blows Up Wherever He Goes

Chapter 116 The Man Who Blows Up Wherever He Goes

It didn't take long for Takeshita Hironobu to confess to his crimes, because at Akutagawa Hiko's suggestion, the police wanted to check Nakajima Hideaki's briefcase, partly because they were afraid it contained a bomb, and partly because they were worried about exposing illegal transactions.

Takeshita Hironobu and Nakajima Hideaki tried their best to stop it, but the moment it was opened, Takeshita Hironobu didn't even think twice and immediately knelt down in fear.

By further examining the fingerprints on those number plates, there was no room for argument, and the honest man completely lost his temper, even attempting to strangle Nakajima Hideaki.

However, the police have extensive experience in handling such situations, and the two officers worked together to subdue Takeshita Hironobu, who was shouting that he wanted to avenge Yoshimi.

Banknotes were scattered all over the ground, and Hideaki Nakajima's eyes kept darting around, clearly looking for an excuse to get away.

Akutagawa Hiko shattered this illusion: "I think you'd better tell me everything you know. The person you made a deal with is dead, and I'm afraid people connected to them won't let you off the hook."

Reminded of this, Nakajima Hideaki realized that even an honest man could plant a bomb to kill him, so he quickly revealed everything he knew: "I really don't know anything, we just always meet at the same place—"

Before he could finish speaking, Takagi Wataru came running over, looking flustered. "There was an explosion at a bar called Cocktail on the very top of the Daikoku Building on Beika Street. A huge amount of gunpowder was used; everything inside is gone. We don't know if anyone was hurt!"

After saying that, Takagi Wataru glanced at Sato Miwako, whose face was ashen.

Hideaki Nakajima's eyes widened in fear, and he stammered, "There, there! Cocktail House is our regular meeting place!"

As this bombshell was being announced, a police officer ran over carrying a bag containing a cell phone.

The phone was found in a pile of scraps of flesh, so it seems that Takeshita Hironobu's bomb was far less powerful than the one planted by that man who went around blowing things up.

In addition, this phone is really sturdy, and it still works.

Inspector Megure operated the bag through the plastic bag, which was completely empty. There were no call logs, no past messages, only one unsent email: "Gin, Vodka—strange, they're both names of alcoholic beverages."

Upon hearing Inspector Megure's words, Conan immediately looked up to see Akutagawa Hiko's reaction. Seeing him nod, Conan couldn't help but clench his fist.

Damn it, we were so close, so close to catching this organization by the skin of our teeth.

Gin and Vodka, aren't they the two who attacked him from behind and poisoned him? The explosion on the Shinkansen later was also because of them!

However, the explosion completely severed the trail, leaving nothing behind.

Conan sorted out his thoughts and realized that the person who was accidentally killed in the explosion must also be a member of the Black Organization.

No sooner had someone died than the bar was blown up without hesitation.

This decisiveness and cold-blooded indifference to life made Conan realize once again how troublesome the distillery was.

"Inspector Megure, could you have the information department try to recover the data on this phone? Maybe they can find some crucial information."

Akutagawa's suggestion brought Conan back to his senses. At that moment, Conan really wanted to take the phone back to Hideaki and have him try to recover the data.

It's not that I don't trust the police, but I feel that the police might be unwilling to share the information they obtain. It's one thing for a detective to be on the scene and willing to help, but it's another thing to actively pull a detective into the car.

Even if he were still Shinichi Kudo, he wouldn't have the face to touch something so crucial; his father would be more likely to.

Conan returned to Dr. Agasa's house and immediately pulled Ai Haibara out of the lab, telling her about what had happened that day.

Upon hearing Gin's name, Ai Haibara instantly displayed considerable fear, almost to the point of physical discomfort.

Fortunately, the thought that a great god lived next door gradually made him relax, and that's when he heard Conan's question.

All in black—

This information can be omitted, because as far as he knew, most people in the organization dressed in black unless there was a special need.

Even peripheral members are no exception.

Tall stature—

It seems that the action team and those fighting factions are all very tall, but those who can exceed two meters are still a very small minority.

Kansai accent and a cleft chin...

As the character in Ai Haibara's mind gradually came to life, a code name began to emerge: "Tequila, that guy's code name is Tequila."

Ai Haibara only revealed a code name and refused to say anything more.

While it's certainly gratifying that an official codenamed member of the organization has died, the news Conan brings is truly terrifying—Gin is in Tokyo, even in Beika Town!

Even if this stronghold has been abandoned, there's no guarantee that there won't be other, even more secretive strongholds.

Ai Haibara still doesn't feel very safe. Thinking about Conan's equipment and his unexpectedly good skills, she is quite tempted.

Dr. Agasa is a good person, and with the power to cook, getting the same equipment as the former famous detective isn't too difficult. As for the dangerous character next door, Ai Haibara, she still has a hard time overcoming her psychological barriers, so let's take it slow. In the end, Conan was frustrated to find that apart from the deceased Black Organization member codenamed Tequila and the Black Organization's eagerness to spend a lot of money to acquire the list of the world's outstanding computer programmers, he had almost nothing to show for it.

In Gin's beloved black Porsche 356A, Vodka drove steadily with a tense expression, fearing that his older brother might pull out a pistol at the slightest provocation, make him stop, shoot him, and then drive away.

Gin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, had a cold expression and an aura of low pressure around him. Even though the air conditioning wasn't on, it still sent chills down one's spine.

The organization has been having a lot of bad luck lately. First, they encountered a clueless and arrogant detective who used a poison he developed to silence people, and that was the end of it.

Later, during a transaction, the attempt to kill her to cover it up failed, and the bomb was thrown out by someone unknown. It was only because the woman didn't know much that he risked letting her die in prison.

After that, they encountered another mass coma incident that remains unsolved to this day, which almost dragged them into it.

Then came the incident of Sulli's defection, which was initially thought to be a sure thing, but to this day, there is still no trace of Sulli.

She'd better be dead somewhere—

However, Gin doesn't take any chances; he always insists on seeing the person, whether alive or dead.

And now, a full member has died in an explosion without any explanation, which is a disgrace to their organization's reputation.