Chapter 229 Vermouth: Who in my family understands? I went to the Metropolitan Police Department to
New clinic
Because it was still early, the clinic was not open and Vermouth, who was pretending to be Tomoaki Aida, was still sleeping.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
Vermouth suddenly opened her eyes, looked at her cell phone, then looked at the time, thought for a moment, turned off the phone, closed her eyes and prepared to go back to sleep.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
The next second, the phone rang again.
Why did Chianti contact me? Vermouth opened her eyes, showing some confusion. Although she had the contact information, Chianti was Gin's subordinate and had always been at odds with her, so she had never called him.
But since he called me repeatedly, there must be something important.
He sighed, sat up and answered the phone.
"Hello···"
"Vermouth, Gin has been arrested by the police and is now in the Metropolitan Police Department." Chianti's anxious roar exploded in Vermouth's ears, and the content of the voice shocked her so much that she almost threw away her phone.
Vermouth was stunned for a moment, doubting her ears: "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly. Can you say it again?"
"I said! Gin was caught by the police! He is now in the Metropolitan Police Department!" Chianti yelled, repeating what he had just said very clearly.
"···"
Deathly silence.
"Hahahahahahaha!" Vermouth didn't know how long she had been in a daze because of the shock. When she reacted, she burst into laughter.
"What did you say? Gin was taken to the Metropolitan Police Department? Hahahaha! This is the best joke I have ever heard in this century."
"Damn it, you woman..." Chianti was very annoyed. If it wasn't an emergency, she would never have called this woman.
But now in Tokyo, no one except Vermouth can save Gin.
But Vermouth's unbridled ridicule still made her very angry, and she subconsciously wanted to curse, but Cohen next to her quickly pulled her back.
He shook his head at her. If they pissed Vermouth off and didn't save Gin, they might have to find a new boss.
Chianti glared at Cohen and said, suppressing his anger: "We must rescue Gin immediately."
"Save?" Vermouth said with an indifferent expression, "Why save him? What you should do now is to kill Gin before he reveals the information of the organization."
"You're talking nonsense! Gin would never reveal the organization's information!" Chianti gritted his teeth, making a creaking sound, veins bulged on his hands, and he almost crushed the phone.
Vermouth lifted her slender right leg and placed it on her left leg, swaying leisurely, squinting her smiling eyes and lighting a cigarette, then turned on the TV. After thinking for a while, she said lightly: "So, how did Gin get caught?"
Given Gin's style of doing things, it is impossible for him to be caught for exposing the organization. Something must have happened in the middle.
Chianti suppressed his anger and briefly recounted what had happened.
Vermouth narrowed her eyes. Itakura Taku contacted the FBI and set up an ambush? She had memories of this person and was responsible for one of the links.
But in her impression, Itakura Taku is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, a little neurotic, and very timid, and he will compromise if he is slightly scared.
Does he have the guts to contact the FBI?
Considering that Shuichi Akai also appeared, that Taku Itakura was actually an FBI impersonator?
Because of their location, Chianti and Cohen did not see that Gin was taken away because he stumbled into a transaction, and they thought that it was a trap set by the FBI that led to Gin's arrest.
"Okay, I get it. I will find a way to rescue Gin as soon as possible. But the Metropolitan Police Department is not a small police station, so it is indeed a bit troublesome..."
Vermouth hung up the phone, rubbed her eyebrows and felt a headache.
She didn't expect that Gin would fall into such a big trouble and was even arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department. She hoped that he didn't reveal any information about the organization.
Or...why not just silence him?
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Metropolitan Police Department
Gin and Vodka remained completely silent and refused to say anything.
The two gangs involved in the transaction did not know Gin and Vodka. They just said that they suddenly appeared when they were trading, with guns in their hands. They thought they were thieves and attacked them.
Although the two men had guns, there were no actual casualties. They looked like they had connections and didn't say a word. The police had no way to deal with them for the time being and could only detain them temporarily.
Considering that the two people appeared at the transaction scene too coincidentally, could they be sent by foreign societies to gather intelligence or cause sabotage?
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"Hello, my name is Ryoko Fujita, and I'm a lawyer for XX Trading Company. I received news that two of our salespeople were mistakenly arrested."
Vermouth, with a new face, transformed into Fujita Ryoko and came to the Metropolitan Police Department.
The receptionist was a young police officer. He thought for a moment and asked, "Are you talking about those two people wearing black clothes and looking like gangsters?"
The young police officer spoke without realizing what he said.
Vermouth's mouth twitched slightly, but she still kept a smile on her face: "Yes, they do look a little fierce, but their business ability is unquestionable."
With a face like that, customers would be afraid to refuse, right? So that's why he has good business skills? The young police officer thought so and said, "Please wait a moment. I'll go and notify Inspector Megure."
Soon, Inspector Megure came over.
After a little effort, Gin and Vodka were finally bailed out.
Although Inspector Megure guessed that these two people, including the lawyer, were probably not ordinary employees of a foreign trade company, at least on the surface that was the case, and there was no problem with all the procedures and information.
Maybe I just stumbled upon a deal by accident.
As for illegal possession of guns...if there is enough bail, it will be ignored.
In addition, there was no further evidence, so Inspector Megure had no way of keeping the man in custody.
In the car, Vermouth took off her disguise and looked at Gin with a mocking look on her face: "Gin, you really got into a trap this time. You actually ran into a gangster's transaction site and were captured by the ambushed police."
From the time Gin was arrested to the time he was released on bail, it took about two hours in total, which was already Vermouth's fastest speed.
"Shut up, Vermouth!" Gin yelled angrily.
He originally thought it was an ambush set by the FBI, but when Vermouth asked around, he found out that it was actually a transaction site of a gang. Not only did he run into them, but he also caught the police who were in ambush.
That’s right, the people who arrested Gin were not called by Conan, but another group of police who had been lying in ambush nearby since early morning, waiting to catch the transaction in the act.
Didn't they say that the Tokyo clubs were already legal and compliant and didn't do these things anymore? Not only were they still doing it secretly, but they were also caught by the police.
The most important thing is that Gin’s entire reputation has been ruined!
Vodka saw that his eldest brother's face turned pale with anger. His strong body trembled violently. He closed his mouth tightly and didn't even care about his buttocks. He sat sideways in the back seat and shivered.
"Ah, you treat me like this?" Vermouth said in a frivolous tone, "I spent a lot of money to get you out of the Metropolitan Police Department. That foreign trade company can no longer be kept. You, Gin, will be responsible for all the losses."
"Fortunately, you didn't kill anyone at that time, otherwise I would have gone to kill you instead of rescuing you."
"You didn't say anything unnecessary in the Metropolitan Police Department, did you?"
Vermouth spoke lightly, but she emphasized the word "lao" twice in her words, which made Gin so angry that his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
But he didn't have the confidence to refute Vermouth, so he could only keep his mouth shut and sulk, exuding a cold murderous aura.
Seeing that Gin didn't say anything, Vermouth was too lazy to continue teasing him. It would be no fun if she annoyed Gin and he got angry and attacked her.
His eyes rolled and he said calmly, "500 million each, remember to pay me back. I spent a lot of money to get you out as quickly as possible so that you don't let anything slip in there."
Gin just took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but when he heard Vermouth's words, his hands trembled with anger and the cigarette almost fell. He gritted his teeth and said, "Got it!"
Vermouth showed a smug smile, and she felt very comfortable seeing Gin being humiliated.
More importantly, after being arrested, Gin will not be able to stay in Tokyo for a short period of time, and he will have to leave for a while to avoid the limelight.
In this way, her plan can be carried out more smoothly, and she doesn't have to worry about Gin running into Kudo Shinichi or Mouri Ran and causing consequences that she doesn't want to see.
"Brother..." Vodka said weakly.
"What's the matter?" Gin asked coldly.
"I'm still shot in the butt." Although he had thick skin and the bullet was in a position that would not cause him to bleed too much, it was still very painful for it to be stuck there and not be removed.
Gin's forehead darkened and he yelled, "Shut up, Vodka!"
"Ah, Gin, you can't do this." Vermouth said with great "concern," If Vodka gets infected and dies, you will lose a capable subordinate."
"Shut up, Vermouth!" Veins popped out on Gin's forehead, and the cigarette in his hand was accidentally broken into two pieces.
Vodka shrank his neck and dared not speak. Forget it, he could still hold on for a while.
Vermouth sneered, turned the steering wheel and drove towards another place.
Seeing this, Gin didn't say anything. He took out another cigarette with a cold face and started smoking.
Vodka looked at the back of Vermouth's head with gratitude. For the first time, he felt that this woman was somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Gin noticed Vodka's little movement, and the veins on his forehead became thicker.