Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [3]

“You bastard!”

Vodka, furious, lunged at Shōichi, but Gin held him back.

“Looks like your brain really is messed up. Acting sick again, huh?” Gin’s voice was ice-cold.

Shōichi sipped his juice calmly, ignoring him.

He’d been a transmigrator who landed in the world of Conan over a decade ago. Maybe because of the transmigration, when he was five his mind had become muddled—he was conscious less than half an hour a day.

His parents chased doctors across the globe, but no one could fix it.

Eventually they found the Organization; their medicine restored Shōichi’s clarity, and from then on his family got tangled up with them.

Though the disease was cured, some side effects remained.

For example, everyone regarded Shōichi as mentally ill.

But Shōichi never believed there was anything wrong with him.

He’d fully recovered long ago. What others called a relapse, he called “liberating my nature.”

With his family’s background, if he didn’t do as he pleased, wouldn’t that be a waste?

He hadn’t “liberated his nature” before because he was too young and couldn’t do much—not because the Organization’s medicine had ruined him.

After so many years he’d grown used to being misunderstood.

If they say I’m mentally ill, fine. Since I’m “mentally ill,” I can act even more recklessly.

“Anyway,” Shōichi said firmly, “don’t bother me about anything unrelated to ‘money.’ I’m not guaranteed to work for you.”

Gin nodded.

He hadn’t expected this pampered rich kid to care about the Organization’s affairs. With Shōichi’s status, as long as he did the occasional favor, that was contribution enough.

Gin didn’t plan to linger. He didn’t have the leisure of a young master to waste on drinks and chatter. He still had a troublesome person at the research facility to handle.

“Leaving without even saying goodbye?” Shōichi asked as Gin started to go.

Gin glanced back—a greeting enough.

Shōichi stood and walked beside him. “I hear there’s a genius researcher at the lab.”

“Interested in Sherry?” Gin asked.

“Just heard she’s not too happy in the Organization. Wonder if I could invite her to work at my family’s company.”

“You’re trying to poach from the Organization?” Gin’s look turned threatening.

Shōichi shrugged. How was it poaching? It was normal business competition.

“Heh.” Gin laughed coldly. “Only the dead can leave the Organization. Besides, you just killed her sister. Do you think she’d willingly work for you?”

Shōichi said nothing. He’d only said Miyano Akemi was “taken care of.” He hadn’t said “killed.”

They walked shoulder to shoulder, Vodka a step behind.

“Do me a favor?” Gin asked suddenly.

“What favor?” Shōichi didn’t refuse immediately.

Gin jammed a cigarette into his mouth. “My car was stolen. With your influence in Japan, finding it should be easy.”

“Oh?” Shōichi kept his face blank. “What kind of car?”

“A black Porsche 356A—an excellent antique. It’ll be a nightmare to replace,” Gin said, thinking of the thief he wanted to peel alive.

Vodka trembled beside him. That car was basically Gin’s wife—whoever stole it would meet a horrible end.

Without looking away, Shōichi asked evenly, “Was it stolen outside the Mitsui convenience store?”

“How do you know?” Gin’s gaze sharpened on him.

He had parked it outside Mitsui; when he came back from buying cigarettes, the car was gone.

“I’ll help you find it,” Shōichi said simply, ignoring Gin’s suspicion.

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The three drove in a black Toyota to the Organization’s research facility.

They arrived at dinner time and went straight to the cafeteria.

The researchers wore white lab coats; the three men in black stood out.

Gin’s reputation made the researchers scatter like a plague had arrived. Even the handsome stranger beside him drew no curious looks.

They approached a brown-haired female researcher. Seeing them, she lost her appetite and tried to leave.

“Hello, Sherry.” Shōichi stepped in front of her and offered a business card. “Here’s my card. Call me Shōichi. Nice to meet you.”

Sherry glanced at the card but didn’t take it.

Organization members usually hid their identities—why was this guy handing out business cards in the open? A manager at Sumitomo Bank? Was he revealing himself to everyone so casually?

She looked at Gin; he showed no reaction, only stared coldly.

When Sherry refused the card, Shōichi shoved it into her pocket.

When I, Shōichi-sama, give you something, how dare you refuse?

“Sherry, your sister Miyano Akemi wanted to exchange ten billion yen for her and your freedom,” Gin said flatly.

“You wouldn’t have agreed,” Sherry replied coolly.

“Of course not,” Gin said. “So I killed her.”

Shōichi arched an eyebrow and stepped back, placing Gin and Vodka between himself and Sherry.

Crash!

A tray slammed into Gin, splashing soup over him and Vodka, only dirtying a corner of Shōichi’s clothes.

Sherry’s outburst didn’t rile Gin; he simply fixed her with a dark, chilling stare.

“Looks like you need to calm down,” Gin said. “Vodka, throw her into the gas chamber. Release her when she’s settled.”

“Yes, sir!”

Vodka moved in and dragged the struggling Sherry away.

The cafeteria fell silent; researchers ate quietly and slipped away as if nothing had happened.

Shōichi turned to Gin. “Treating your employees like that will cause problems.”

“Heh.” Gin sneered.

He’d run the Organization’s influence in Japan that way for years—disobedient, uncontrollable, or useless employees were killed. No one was indispensable.

Shōichi shook his head slightly.

Employees should be treated like family.

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T/N: wow ten billion yen but only got 1 billion :( (200 mill was pocketed by shouichi honorably, and the rest went to Gin)

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