It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 651 Whatever His Purpose

Gin put the wrapped bug into his pocket, then took out his cell phone to report to the gentleman, but Bertrand spoke to him first.

"There's no need to cancel the plan to assassinate DJ. Just tell Chianti and the others to retreat."

"But if you change your target, you really need to tell the old man."

Bertrand had a smile on his face, and the transparent box in his hand had been empty at some point.

Gin glanced at him through the rearview mirror, nodded, and continued to contact those gentlemen on his phone. After finishing, he picked up the intercom and asked Chianti and the others to retreat.

"What? Why retreat? We have been waiting here for so long, and now you are saying you want to cancel this plan?" Chianti on the opposite side was obviously dissatisfied.

After all, they spent so much time today and didn't even fire a single shot. How could she not be angry?

"I have obtained that person's approval. Now, we have to change our target." Gin's mood did not change much.

"Change target? Then where is the next target?"

Vermouth's voice came from the intercom.

"The location is the Mori Detective Agency in 5-chome, Beika-cho."

The moment he exited the location, Gin's mouth curved up.

It was a playful expression on his face, showing a slight interest in his prey.

Bertrand laughed; he also found it very amusing.

They changed their target and headed towards Beika Town.

And their changed target - Kogoro Mouri, who was originally called by Professor Agasa to play games at Agasa's house, was on his way back to the Mouri Detective Agency because he wanted to watch horse racing.

Glancing at Vermouth sitting next to him, Bertrand held a small display in his hand and saw the FBI car following behind through the mechanical butterfly he placed on Yasukiri Domon's car.

Conan, James, and the unknown woman were in this car.

He saw that the car also changed direction and quickly headed towards Beika Town.

As for that woman, Bertrand also found out her identity. She was indeed a member of the FBI and had a good relationship with Judy. She knew that Conan was only there because of Judy.

Bertrand snorted.

Being locked up can still affect the main plot, it's really...

Looking at Bertranci who was obviously unhappy, Vermouth organized the words in her mind and had to express them in a nonchalant manner.

"But is it possible? Maori Kogoro actually installed a transmitter and a bug on the sole of Kiel's shoe. What is his purpose in doing this?"

"How is it impossible? He was the only one who had contact with Kiel before us today. If it wasn't him, then could it be the young lady and child who followed him?"

Compared to her, Bertrand was obviously more nonchalant, still operating the monitor in his hand, "As for the purpose? Do we need to care what his purpose is? Since he has discovered our actions, we have no choice but to send him to hell~"

Knowing that it was useless to speak now, Vermouth closed her eyes and began to think of a solution.

But the boy next to her glanced at her with an indescribable sinister look.

They arrived at the rooftop opposite the Mori Detective Agency. Chianti and Cohen had already aimed their sniper rifles at Kogoro Mori, who was sitting in front of TV watching horse racing.

"You're still in the mood to watch TV?" Chianti narrowed his eyes slightly and moved the muzzle of the gun towards the TV antenna.

A snowflake suddenly appeared on the TV, and Kogoro Mori had to put on headphones to continue listening to the horse racing details.

Cohen noticed that he was wearing earphones. "That guy seems to have something stuck in his ears."

Hearing this, Vodka sneered and said sarcastically, "He's probably still trying to listen to see if there's any sound from the bug he installed."

Bertrand took a deep breath and said "tsk tsk". Why is a black fool mocking a red fool?

He connected the headphones to his monitor, put them on and listened to the content. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said to them, "Don't worry, he is listening to the horse racing content now."

Vermouth raised her eyelids slightly and took the opportunity to speak, "It seems that this matter has nothing to do with him?"

"But that doesn't mean he is performing for us." Gin snorted coldly and took out the bug from his pocket.

Bertrand's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly pressed a button on the monitor.

At this moment, Yasuaki Domon's car, which had just reached the location they planned, suddenly exploded violently!

Seeing this, the other FBI members following in the car slammed on the brakes.

The explosion not only shattered Domon Yasuteru's car into pieces, but also affected several cars nearby.

Conan received the news quickly.

"What!?" Conan was shocked, "I didn't expect that they didn't give up on killing Domon Yasuteru!"

At the same time, he noticed the sound of a bug and quickly asked the people around him to speak in a low voice.

Then he heard another extremely familiar and slightly childish voice.

"DJ has sorted it out."

Bertranci looked at Gin, said something to him, and then told them a good news, "By the way, the guy from the FBI showed up."

His words seemed to have found an opening, causing Vermouth to almost immediately speak up, "In other words, this bug was made by the FBI?"

Gin was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Really? Get ready to get rid of this famous detective."

Chianti suddenly became excited, with a fanatical smile on his face, and murmured, "Goodbye, detective."

But before she fired, a football suddenly hit the glass behind Maori Kogoro, catching Maori Kogoro's attention.

Chianti was a little stunned.

"What is this?" Cohen also spoke hesitantly.

"Football?" Vermouth reacted and looked at the small figure that appeared below. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but it disappeared quickly to avoid being noticed.

"Damn it! Who is responsible for this?" Kogoro Mouri opened the window angrily, peeked in and cursed.

"Uncle, I'm sorry! I kicked too hard!" Conan waved and shouted from below.

"You kid!"

Gin frowned slightly, looked at Chianti and ordered: "Go ahead, get rid of that brat as well."

"Got it." Chianti snorted and raised the sniper rifle again.

"Wait a minute, there is no evidence. It is too risky to rashly kill him who has a good relationship with the police." Vermouth suddenly spoke out to stop them.

With just one sentence, she put herself in the spotlight.

Bertrand looked up at her.

There was a sound of a pistol being loaded, and Gin pointed the gun at her head.