Treat You Well

Conan can't really hear the conversation in the lab, but he and Ichijō Mirai agree that the operation will be timed to coincide with the leader's boarding of the ship.

When he boards the ship, the members of the organization who may be hiding in the shadows close at hand will come out into the open, and for the leader of the organization, boarding the ship is almost the last step in embracing immortality, just boarding the ship and leaving the realm of Japan is enough to rest in peace, and being on the ship is enough for him to take the drug and complete his transformation.

What will happen to a man who can stir up bloodshed with a single move, but who is bound by a fragile human body, once he is released from the last of his bonds?

According to the organization's usual style, Conan has no doubt that the organization will be more secretive and more calmly extend its tiny tentacles to invade the bright world.

It would be hard to catch the leader and take down the organization, and now was the best chance, now was the most important chance, now might be the only chance.

Conan is cautious.

The car was parked far away at the corner of the street, like a crocodile lurking in the water. He leaned on the car window, staring at the area near the software company, his brain working at full speed, thinking, "If I were a member of the organization, after cleaning up the bodies in the laboratory, where would I hide nearby to protect the leader?" While thinking, a dull humming sound came from the car.

It was the automatic vibration of a new message on a cell phone.

The message was from Ichijō Mirai, and was brief, urgently stating that they had gotten the medicine and left through another channel, and telling Conan to follow them or go straight to the cruise ship.

Conan assumed it was from Ichijō Mirai, and his already tense face grew more serious. After a moment's hesitation, he quickly sent a message to Akai Shūichi to report the situation, suggesting that the rest of the police officers who had been quietly following them should head straight to the cruise ship, and that he should continue to follow them.

As the drifting rain continued to fall, the entire sky a dreary gray, and the falling rain seemed like heavy drops of concrete, it took Conan a while to regain his grip on Ichijō Mirai, but he couldn't see into the car through the rain or the windows, so he continued to fall farther and farther behind without a sound.

Conan didn't see Ichijō Mirai again until he reached the dock and the car stopped.

Within seconds he pushed the door open, walked around the back of the car with his umbrella, and opened the door respectfully.

Inside was the mysterious leader.

Conan's eyeglasses reflected some light patterns, and he looked carefully to see that the person who got out of the car was actually an unexpected and reasonable person.

It was a middle-aged man who looked ill, possibly sick, with a dead look on his face, and he was carrying a white suitcase.

...No wonder.

No wonder the Boss was so eager to pursue the drug, but there was something wrong with his body.

Conan thought, frowning more and more.

Ichijō Mirai lowered his eyes when the chief got out of the car, holding his umbrella one step behind him as he followed him in the direction of the cruise ship.

There was someone on the cruise ship.

The man was slender, dressed in black, holding a black umbrella under the gray night sky, and between the blur of black and gray, only his long silver hair, which was blown by the wind from time to time, was clear.

It was Gin.

When he saw him, Gin stepped off the boat with his umbrella in his hand, the weather was bad, but his face was even worse, he didn't have the fear that the other members of the organization had for the leader, he held his umbrella in his hand and coldly walked straight in front of the leader, he looked at Ichijō Mirai, and then took a few steps to the side.

Very unruly.

This surprised Conan, but he accepted it well: a cold-blooded, heartless guy like Gin would be tempted to think of something when he realized that the chief had a health problem, and he probably wasn't the only one in the organization who had a problem with it, which might be one of the reasons why the Boss was so eager?

In the face of Gin's charge, the Boss didn't react much, he still had the dead look of 'I'm alive, but I'm dead', but Ichijō Mirai, who was holding the umbrella, raised his eyes and looked at Gin, and on the other side of the umbrella, Belmode, still having the same lively and cheerful look as at the airport, smiled and opened her mouth to say something, probably a reprimand or a tap, so Gin just dropped his umbrella, and very dryly said 'Annoying, shut up'.

In a tense yet relaxed atmosphere, Ichijō Mirai looked sideways to the back, Belmode fixed her long hair that was blowing in the wind and rain with her hand and looked to the side and back, and Gin also raised his umbrella and looked over.

A few drops of ink became visible in the distance, like ink. There were several black cars, and when they stopped, several black-clothed men who Conan immediately recognized as members of the organization came down.

The leader turned his head after everyone else had done so, and nodded to the Organization members as if he were calmly testing or trusting them, and then looked back to Ichijō Mirai.

Ichijō Mirai wasn't looking at the leader, nor did he lower his eyes as he had done before, he was looking in the other direction, at a cluster of buildings not far away.

Over there was...

Conan frowned for a few seconds, and quickly realized: snipers!

Police snipers.

The police had deployed a few snipers for this operation, but their ability...coupled with the effects of the rainy weather...

Conan remembers that each sniper's position was decided by Akai Shūichi himself, and that he thought long and hard about each sniper's position.

Now, is the sniper aiming?

No sooner had this question come to Conan's mind than he saw a black umbrella floating up, bent by the wind and scraping diagonally against the ground, while its owner, Gin, had pushed away the chief and Ichijō Mirai.

Then came the dull sound of a shot through the rain, "Boom!"

A miss, but the sniper is apparently unaffected, and the shots continue, "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In front of the cruise ship, the leader, who had been pushed to the ground, reacted by scrambling and scrambling on the ground, failing to find cover in the empty open area, and was quickly pulled up by Ichijō Mirai as the group moved very quickly towards the cruise ship.

The second shot missed, the third hit the Boss in the leg, and he could only follow with his body supported on Ichijō Mirai's body, and there was a moment's pause before the third shot rang out, hitting the chief in the center of the chest.

Ichijō Mirai, presumably for the sake of unobtrusively letting go of the water, slowed down considerably after Ichijō Mirai supported the leader, but just as he did so, Gin, who had turned back, pulled him up to speed, and the other black-clad men moved quickly to act as a shield to keep them out of the way.

The fourth shot grazed the forehead of the leader, who had already boarded the cruise ship and was turning his head to look behind him, and subconsciously and urgently slowed down a little to reach for his face.

And then it came to a complete standstill.

The chief looked slowly toward Ichijō Mirai.

Ichijō Mirai, who is the closest to the Boss in the organized crowd, smiles, holding a gun in his hand and aiming it at the Boss' forehead.

Conan saw that the entire crowd seemed to have pressed the stop-beat, both Gin and Belmode, and the other members of the organization, were motionless, as if horrified by the sudden flash of fangs from the dog who had always been loyal to his leader, and it was only after a few seconds that they reacted, with varying degrees of expression, and stepped back with their guns in their hands.

Their guns were pointed at Ichijō Mirai.

Ichijō Mirai, still acting as if nothing had happened, took out his cell phone with his other hand, pressed a few buttons with his head down, and raised the phone to his ear.

Conan subconsciously touches his cell phone, but it doesn't move. He reacts for a few moments, then immediately touches his glasses to activate the wiretap he'd quietly placed on Akai Shūichi's side.

He heard the rain.

The sound of the drifting rain was threefold: the rain Conan heard when he jumped out of the car to get to the cruise ship, the rain coming from Akai Shūichi on the other side of the bug, and the rain coming from Ichijō Mirai through the wiretap and the phone in a twist.

He did call Akai Shūichi, "Is it the police or the FBI you secretly contacted?"

At the sound of sniper fire, another convoy had come from a distance and had now stopped, its occupants coming out and half-surrounding the yacht with their guns, not getting on board but keeping a discreet lookout from a distance.

Akai Shūichi replied, "Police."

"Really, I thought it was the FBI," Ichijō Mirai said, "how else could they have almost hit me, if I had been more unlucky I would have been killed on the spot."

Ichijō Mirai didn't ask how Akai Shūichi and Conan had gotten to the first battlefield, and Akai Shūichi didn't ask how Ichijō Mirai had guessed he was the sniper who fired the shot, but simply said, "That's unfortunate, and I'll mourn for you."

He added, "Don't shoot."

It was an inexplicable statement, once Ichijō Mirai had shot the Boss, he would have been killed by a random gun in the next second, so how could he have shot him? A reasonable person would have let the police take control of the other members of the organization before taking them to jail together.

But Conan had no problem understanding that rational people make rational choices, but if Ichijō Mirai thought that the leader had something to do with 'Satan's' death, he would probably do something irrational to get revenge.

His heart sank, then he heard a female voice, from Belmode, in the pouring rain, her voice had a coldness to it, "Alsace, the boss has treated you well."