Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 140 Conan: 5 Guys?!

At that moment, an armed helicopter slowly flew in.

Gin, holding binoculars, watched this scene and took a deep breath.

The Yasukuni Shrine no longer exists; the streets are littered with limbs and debris...

If he didn't know the reason... Gin really thought the Hiroshima incident was happening again.

At this moment, Vodka in the driver's seat also widened his eyes...

Fuheishen stood on the ruins, his eyes unfocused... silently gazing, lost in thought.

Red liquid slid down the blade, blood stained the black clothes, and the silhouette was icy cold.

There was a moment of silence on the armed helicopter.

They did not expect to be able to achieve their goal in such a short time.

No, it's no longer about eliminating the target... it's more like delivering a mini-nuclear strike.

"Fly down a little," Gin said coldly to Vodka...

"Big brother, if we fly over there, won't Cointreau attack us?" Vodka asked somewhat fearfully.

If Vodka had said that earlier, he might have suspected Vodka of having defected to the enemy.

but now.

Gin looked down at Cointreau...

At this moment, the other party's face was indeed like a devil's. Perhaps it was the surrounding environment that made him look so intimidating, but he exuded a natural sense of power and an inexplicably powerful aura.

And considering whether Cointreau was in a bloodthirsty frenzy...

Gin thought for a while, but still made the call.

If I were to be accidentally injured (killed) by Cointreau, wouldn't that be a laughing stock?

After giving the notification, Gin gestured for the vodka to descend...

After a few minutes.

Fuhesh appeared inside the helicopter... lit a cigarette, and sneered, "Didn't you say you weren't coming?"

Gin, with a cold expression, also lit a cigarette.

There's no need to explain anything...

He truly hadn't expected that Coindu would finish the battle so quickly.

Originally, he only intended to use armed helicopters to provide cover fire for Jundu's retreat.

After all, Cointreau's inherent strength was undeniable.

But... he was really overthinking it; he truly didn't know just how strong Jundu really was.

Perhaps... it can be even stronger.

Thinking about this made Gin feel much better.

"How could that be, Cointreau?" Vodka said casually, piloting the helicopter. "Big Brother was worried sick and even asked Rum for help. You know..."

"Shut up, Vodka." Gin glared coldly at the other man, offering no explanation, and looked at Cointreau. "You did a good job this time. I will apply to that gentleman for your freedom of movement."

At least, after this incident... perhaps things will really turn out as Fukushige said.

When there are too many people waiting to die, they naturally become afraid.

"The right to act freely?" Fuheshel scoffed...

Does he even need to apply?

If that gentleman hadn't given so much... enough money, he wouldn't have been able to manage the organization so well.

Perhaps, he'll also play the role of 'that man' for a while.

Therefore, that gentleman should kneel down and thank him.

Gin shook his head and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Fuhesh is a person who is true to his word... He appears cold and disdainful of everything, but his personality is the same.

It seems that in his eyes, there are no so-called superiors or bosses, only purely transactional relationships.

Pay me, and I'll get things done.

But that's not bad... at least it shows that the other person is someone you can trust.

..........

At this moment, a strangely dressed elementary school student is wandering around the Yasukuni Shrine...

"Conan, where are you going? Aren't you going to see Uncle Mori?"

"Yeah, yeah, what are we doing here?"

"There was a loud commotion here just now. Could there be criminals? Let's go catch them!"

Three elementary school students chattered behind them.

"Shh..." Conan raised one index finger, making a shushing gesture.

buzzing...

Just then, the sound of a helicopter flying by reached Conan's ears, and he looked up... his pupils contracted slightly.

It is approximately 17.76 meters long and 4.5 meters high.

Various weapons are mounted on the underside of the massive fuselage, which is entirely constructed of titanium alloy.

This is...

He had learned similar knowledge in Hawaii, which is clearly related to the American Apache attack helicopter.

Why does it appear here?

Could it be related to the commotion at the Yasukuni Shrine just now?

"You guys go to the hospital to see Uncle Mori first, I left something in the classroom." Conan said, then, with his short legs, he chased after the helicopter...

"Hey, Conan, wait!" Ayumi reached out, trying to stop him.

For some reason, she suddenly had a feeling that if Conan left now, she might never see him again.

“By the way, isn’t the school not in this direction?” Mitsuhiko said, stroking his chin.

"How about we secretly follow them and take a look?" the clever little girl, Ayumi, suddenly suggested.

"Forget it, I'm getting a little hungry..." Genta rubbed his stomach. "Let's eat the eel rice before we go find Conan."

..........

Outside a large building...

Conan saw the Porsche 356A parked downstairs, and his heart pounded wildly.

He admitted... that although there was an element of gambling involved in coming along, he gambled correctly.

It's clear that the Black Organization was responsible for those commotions.

They attacked the Yasukuni Shrine with armed helicopters, then escaped in the chaos.

Next, all we need to do is wait and see.

Conan's lips curled into a wide, unrestrained grin as he peered towards the building's exit.

Ah, Gin!

I've caught you.

A short while later...

The exit door of the building was opened.

Conan's heart skipped a beat, because he saw a face that shocked him.

White hair, blue eyes, and a somewhat aloof appearance...

That's... no, Gojo-kun?!

Immediately afterwards... two more people came out.

The silver hair looked familiar; it was Gin.

Wearing sunglasses, looking a bit goofy, it's vodka...

“Cointreau…I…” Vodka was about to say something when he said, “I also want to be Superman.”

“No, you can’t,” Gin said coldly.

Gin knew what kind of nonsense the other guy was spouting as soon as he took off his pants. Vodka probably wanted to become like Vodka again.

Perhaps because he got into the University of Tokyo through his own efforts, he thought that strong learning ability could solve everything.

But little did they know... there was something else called innate talent.

"You can succeed through hard work..." Cointreau glanced indifferently at Vodka. "I can teach you, but..."

During their conversation, they got into a Porsche 356A.

Conan stared blankly at the scene unfolding in slow motion before him, then pressed himself tightly against the wall.

His heart was pounding.

How did Gojo Gege join the Black Organization?

And he even became a code name person?

Wasn't it because his father was burned to death in that fire?

He truly couldn't believe that the kind-hearted Gojo would join the brewery.

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