Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 293 Gin: I have Admiral Madeira

"Madeira, what are you doing?!"

Even Gin was shocked to see this.

He couldn't stop that attack from 0 frames!

Although I know you're not mentally stable, what's with suddenly gouging out your own eyeballs without any warning?!

"With this prosthetic eye, it automatically locks onto and aims at enemies, it's so convenient... Why are you all looking at me like that?"

After removing his prosthetic eye, Qi Ming looked around and saw people like Er Kang reaching out to him, and asked with some confusion.

"Madera, your, your eyes?"

"What the hell?"

Qi Ming took out a mirror and looked at his eyes with a puzzled expression.

They didn't evolve any Sharingan or Rinnegan, did they?

"..."

Gin looked at the eyeball in Qi Ming's hand; besides the eyeball, there was also a rather long connector.

This is not the prosthetic eye he had imagined.

No, that doesn't seem to be the key point.

How come there are still eyes in the eye sockets after Qi Ming gouged out his eyeballs?

And it doesn't involve splattering blood?

While the three were in a daze, Qi Ming put the prosthetic eye back on.

The long-awaited awakening of spiritual wisdom.

However, the three of them just looked at each other, and none of them asked Qi Ming what was wrong with his eyes.

Gin: Indifferent, uncaring, whatever, as long as this guy isn't hurt.

Vodka: Curious, but his older brother didn't speak, and neither did he.

Cohen: Silence. Hey, can someone come out and ask what happened just now?

Chianti: Hey, you guys, say something already! I'm so damn curious!

buzz-

Just as everyone fell silent, a tremor sounded, and everyone turned their gaze to Gin.

"..."

Gin frowned and took out his phone.

It's a text message.

However, upon seeing the name on the text message, Gin's pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a text message sent to him by his boss.

"……call."

After reading the text message, Gin let out a long sigh, then said to Qi Ming:

“Madera, that gentleman wants to make a deal with you.”

"Shall we make a deal?"

Gin nodded, seemingly forcing a smile, and continued:

He wanted to ask... if he could have your eyes.

Gin was genuinely a bit confused.

Having not received any messages from his boss in a long time, he never expected that this time he would receive a message asking him to help inquire with Qi Ming whether those eyes could be sold.

If Qi Ming hadn't just gouged out his own eyeballs for everyone to see, Gin would have really wondered if Qi Ming had offended the boss somewhere.

"That gentleman?!"

Vodka, Cohen, and Chianti shuddered, then simultaneously looked up at the camera in the training room.

Thinking about what Gin had just said, the boss had been watching them the whole time?

Although the group didn't do anything.

But the thought that the big boss was watching me from behind the surveillance cameras sent chills down my spine.

"..."

If you really have the time and inclination, why don't you help catch the moles in the organization?

You just patrol the territory but don't help with anything, huh?

The three of them thought to themselves in unison, "I'm complaining about this."

"I can sell them, I have quite a lot of these."

Upon hearing what Gin said, Qi Ming scratched his head in confusion.

"What kind of glasses do you want? I have quite a few styles here."

"..."

Can you be more serious and call it a prosthetic eye?

Although their organization does some questionable things, they don't touch this kind of thing!

Gin looked down at his phone, ready to reply.

But before Gin could reply, the boss's message had already arrived.

I will be back in a while, and I will have a face-to-face meeting with Madeira.

"..."

Upon seeing this message, Gin's already confused mind became even more bewildered.

The boss was already indifferent to the scene before them, and he was also willing to give up Qi Ming's eyes.

What does this mean?

Is the boss coming back in person?

Gin paused for a moment, then looked at Qi Ming and said:

I'll let you know when the time comes.

"alright."

Seeing that the two had finished their conversation, Vodka stopped complaining to himself.

"By the way, Gin, what exactly is this mission?"

Chianti then realized that Gin hadn't told them the specific objective of the mission, and asked.

"Could the FBI and police be involved? Is there some major operation going on?"

"Shuichi Akai will be there on the opening day of the Nishitama Twin Towers."

Gin spoke calmly, the image of the dark-skinned figure appearing in his mind, and he couldn't help but reveal a cold smile.

"Shuichi Akai? Tsk, I didn't expect that rat to actually dare to come back."

Chianti crossed his arms and said dismissively.

Cohen's expression also turned serious.

Although his face was always stern.

"Traitor, must be killed."

"No, I'll take care of Shuichi Akai. You guys are mainly responsible for dealing with any cops you might encounter."

Gin glanced at the two of them, then said to Qi Ming:

"Madera, how can you be so sure that Shuichi Akai will definitely be there in a day or two?"

“I had Miyano… I imitated Miyano Akemi’s handwriting and told him that Ai, oh dear, Miyano Shiho would be there.”

"After all, although he may have known that Miyano Akemi was dead, he didn't see it with his own eyes, so, hehe."

Qi Ming gave an awkward laugh.

He wasn't quite used to being asked to lie all of a sudden.

"Ah."

Gin glanced at Qi Ming with appreciation.

As expected of the organization's fierce tiger, they can even reuse the dead.

However, after frowning and pondering for a moment, Gin said to Qi Ming:

“But Shuichi Akai isn’t stupid. If he hadn’t found Sherry, he would have realized it was a trap and retreated in advance.”

Are you sure our plan can go ahead?

Qi Ming was taken aback.

That makes sense; it was an oversight.

Shuichi Akai knows that Ai Haibara is Shiho Miyano, but the people in the organization don't?

Qi Ming frowned and pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

He stretched out his hand and pointed his thumb to his chin.

"Can't I just make myself look like Shiho Miyano?"

"..."

Gin's pupils suddenly shrank.

good idea!

"But are you sure you won't give yourself away... No, never mind."

The question had barely left his mouth when Gin quickly swallowed it back.

He then realized that Qi Ming had spent so much time with Shirley in the organization, and he must know all about her habits, preferences, words, and actions!

Ah, Madeira, with such a fine general, our organization will be invincible!