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Upon looking, Vodka indeed saw the black Porsche 356A that originally belonged to Gin slowly driving away and disappearing from his sight.
The reason Gin and Vodka were able to confirm that the black Porsche 356A was originally Gin's car was because the license plate number of the black Porsche 356A had not been changed at all.
After the nighttime pursuit in Tokyo that day, the organization actually sent people back to the dock where the gunfight took place, wanting to retrieve Gin's black Porsche 356A and, incidentally, destroy the dock's surveillance footage.
But by the time the organization members arrived at the dock, the black Porsche 356A had already disappeared, and even the dock's surveillance cameras had been destroyed.
The organization's members also conducted a covert investigation into this matter.
The investigation revealed that dock workers had never seen the black Porsche 356A at the dock.
Not only the dock workers, but even the police who arrived after receiving the emergency call found nothing but bullets, empty shell casings, and congealed blood at the scene; they also failed to find the black Porsche 356A.
This means that the black Porsche 356A was definitely taken away by the mysterious force known as the Silver Bullet.
The purpose of the silver bullet taking away a wrecked vehicle is also quite obvious; it should be to obtain more information about the Black Organization from that black Porsche 356A.
As expected, Gin and Vodka's hair and fingerprints, as well as Gin's blood and the cash from their arms smuggling deal, have all been collected by Silver Bullet.
Fortunately, Gin is always cautious and did not leave any more information related to the Black Organization in the car.
otherwise...
After that, Gin obtained a black Porsche 356A through the organization to use as his personal vehicle.
Of course, the license plate on this black Porsche 356A is still the same as before.
Gin could never have imagined that he would encounter the black Porsche 356A that originally belonged to him again in this way.
As soon as Vodka realized that the black Porsche 356A was about to disappear from his sight, he immediately said, "Brother, I'll go track that black Porsche 356A right now."
With that, Vodka turned around and tried to leave.
Vodka believed that the person driving the black Porsche 356A must be a member of the Silver Bullet.
Therefore, this is an important clue. As long as we track it down, we will definitely be able to find those rats hiding in the gutter.
Before Vodka could even take a step, Gin firmly pressed him to the spot with his hand.
Gin's strength wasn't great, but the terrifying killing intent emanating from him was like a mountain pressing down on Vodka, making it difficult for Vodka to move.
Before Vodka could react, Gin spoke in a chilling tone, "Such an obvious trap, can't you see it, Vodka!"
"trap?"
Vodka was taken aback by what he heard, looking somewhat surprised and puzzled.
Upon seeing this, Gin said directly, "Think about it, why would those guys drive my Porsche on the road? And why don't they even change the license plates?"
To be honest, Vodka didn't think about these issues.
But after Gin's reminder, Vodka also realized that something was wrong.
Under normal circumstances, even if members of the Silver Bullet were to drive Gin's car, they would likely change the license plate.
Otherwise, wouldn't that be tantamount to blatantly telling the members of the Black Organization that the person driving the car is a member of the Silver Bullet?
Wouldn't this bring disaster to the Silver Bullet members who are driving the vehicle?
Clearly, this does not make sense.
This also means that there must be something fishy going on here.
As Vodka was racking his brains, Gin continued, "If I'm not mistaken, those guys are probably trying to use this as bait to lure us into taking the bait."
"Once we take the bait, we will inevitably be in the position of prey, waiting to be slaughtered by the hunters hiding in the shadows."
Upon hearing this, Vodka understood the gravity of the situation and broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a deep sense of lingering fear.
Vodka knew very well that if he had rashly gone to pursue them, he would likely have faced a fatal crisis.
While still shaken, Vodka couldn't help but complain, "Damn it, we finally found a clue related to those guys, but we have to give up..."
Upon hearing this, Gin's lips curled into a slightly sinister smile as he said, "Who said we were going to give up?"
Vodka paused for a moment, then asked, somewhat puzzled, "Aren't we going to give up?"
Without answering Vodka's question, Gin took out his phone and made a call.
The call was quickly connected, and before anyone could hear anything on the other end, Gin said, "Vermouth, it's your turn..."
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"Oh, you need me now? What happened?" Vermouth asked, sounding somewhat surprised.
Upon hearing this, Gin didn't beat around the bush and directly told Vermouth what he had just seen and his own speculations.
After saying that, Gin continued, "Those rats hiding in the gutter have shown their tails. Now it's up to you whether you can catch them."
Upon hearing Gin's words, Vermouth's lips curled up slightly, and she let out a delighted laugh, saying, "Interesting, using your car as bait."
"Gin, isn't this a slap in the face, a resounding one...?"
Without giving Gin a chance to reply, Vermouth hung up the phone.
Then, Vermouth, who was already waiting nearby and had disguised herself, got on her motorcycle and chased after Gin in the direction he had indicated.
On the way, Vermouth's expression grew somewhat somber as she thought to herself, 'Was it a coincidence that those guys appeared near the Mori Detective Agency, or...?'
'Could it be that he really is connected to the Silver Bullet...?'
As she thought about it, Vermouth's thoughts drifted back to more than a year ago, to that night in New York.
That night, Vermouth, disguised as a silver-haired serial killer, not only encountered her own angel but also the Silver Bullet she believed could become the one to pierce the Black Organization...
That is, the deceased high school detective...Shinichi Kudo.
That's right, in Vermouth's eyes, Shinichi Kudo is already dead.
After all, since APTX4869 was created, everyone who has taken it has died, except...
On the other side, Gin slowly put down the phone.
If he could, if Vermouth were right in front of him, Gin would not hesitate to teach her a lesson.
The reason, of course, was Vermouth's mocking laughter.
The mocking laughter made the veins on Gin's forehead throb, and they haven't subsided even now.
Because Gin's call wasn't played aloud, Vodka had no idea what Vermouth was saying.
After Gin hung up the phone, Vodka couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother, what's Vermouth doing here?"
"Didn't you mention in your call with Kiel yesterday that Vermouth is in the US cooperating with the NOC in investigating Shuichi Akai?"
Upon hearing this, Gin tried to control his emotions and then said, "Yesterday's call with Gil was deliberately arranged so that those rats hiding in the gutter could hear it."
Vodka paused for a moment upon hearing this, then, as if realizing something, exclaimed in shock, "Brother, you mean your conversation was being eavesdropped on by those guys?"
Gin then lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and continued, "Ah, they must have been listening in."
“Not long ago, Kiel discovered listening devices in her apartment.”
"As expected, these listening devices were probably set up by those rats."
“After Kiel discovered it, he told me about it directly. Then Kiel and I secretly planned to have yesterday’s phone call.”
Upon hearing Gin's words, Vodka looked puzzled and asked, "Many of the pieces of information from yesterday's call were true. Why did you tell those guys this true information?"
After exhaling a puff of smoke, Gin replied, "Judging from the time Kiel estimated when the listening devices were installed, that information may have already been leaked."
"So we deliberately revealed this information to them, giving them the illusion that we were walking into their scheme without their knowledge."
"In this way, we can turn the tables and lead them step by step into our scheme."
At this point, Gin took another drag of his cigarette and continued, amidst Vodka's somewhat shaken expression, "In addition, we also released some false information during yesterday's call."
"Under normal circumstances, it would be quite difficult to deceive them with these fake news."
"But these fake news messages are precisely what fool them when they think we're involved."
As he spoke, a bloodthirsty, sinister smile appeared on Gin's face, and he continued, "If they really belong to the FBI, then their internal situation should already be in turmoil because of the false information I leaked."
"Without knowing who the NOC will be, will they still trust their close companions as they used to?"
"By then, the FBI, where people are filled with fear and distrust, will no longer pose a threat to us..."
"Not only that, I also spread false information about Vermouth."
"This fake news will make them think, like you, that Vermouth is in the United States."
"In this way, Vermouth's disguised identity will be even less likely to be discovered during this operation."
Vodka was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.
At the same time, Vodka was also relieved that he was on Gin's side.
Otherwise, given Gin's strategic abilities and his manipulative schemes, how would I possibly cope?
Just thinking about it sent chills down Vodka's spine, and an overwhelming sense of fear for Gin welled up within him.
However, there was one thing Vodka couldn't understand: why didn't Gin tell him about this plan beforehand?
Or rather, how could someone who spends all their time with Gin not know about this plan...?
Vodka, unable to understand, wanted to ask Gin, but seemed hesitant and ultimately suppressed his doubts.
After a while, Vodka, who had finally calmed down and stopped thinking about it, seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but ask, "If they sent the black Porsche 356A as bait because they overheard your conversation with Kiel, then..."
"Does that mean that the appearance of this black Porsche 356A here has nothing to do with that high school detective Shinichi Kudo?"
"Then can we leave this place to Kiel and go help Vermouth track down the black Porsche 356A?"
Upon hearing this, Gin turned his gaze to the Mouri Detective Agency and said, "It's not certain yet."
"Moreover, we must continue to investigate Shinichi Kudo's line of inquiry."
"My scheme with Kilb, and the bait sent out by those rats, only gave us one more lead to follow."
Vodka was completely obedient to Gin's decision, so he didn't think much about it and continued to monitor the situation inside the Mouri Detective Agency.
Unbeknownst to Vodka, Gin was watching him, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes...
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