In the world of Detective Conan, however, he was bound to the Naruto System.

Chapter 57: When Conan Possesses Combat Skills...

In the courtyard, Conan lay panting on the ground, his face bearing several pinkish scratches, humiliated as he covered his head.

Orange sat calmly on Conan's belly, licking its paws that had just performed a great service, its tail swaying gently, casting a kingly disdain at the weak human at its feet.

The husky was itching to join in, but with Akutagawa Hiko watching, it didn't directly join the battle.

"See? I told you you couldn't even beat a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling)."

Akutagawa Hiko crouched down and scratched the chin of the little guy, who was still agile but whose body was becoming increasingly round. He squinted his eyes and purred, making Conan find it hard to believe that this was the same ferocious creature from before.

After Akutagawa Hiko carried away the increasingly large Tachibana, Conan was able to get up from the ground, looking at the restless husky with a complicated expression, and making an X with his hands in front of his chest.

Let's stop here for today. There's no need to rush.

Conan's departing figure looked tired and weary, clearly indicating that being completely outmatched by an orange cat had taken a heavy toll on him.

Akutagawa Hiko dug out the soccer ball that was deeply embedded in a cherry tree in the yard, estimated the price of his family's cherry tree, which was probably not even old, and sent the bill to the Kudo couple who had just gotten off the plane.

I wonder what expression Kudo Yusaku had when he saw this bill, having just escaped the editor's pressure to finish his manuscript.

As for why Conan fought with Xiaolongbao, the story is short.

After being ambushed from behind and knocked unconscious once again, Conan realized that the black technology invented by Professor Agasa was still too limited in its power, so his own combat ability had to be improved.

Conan wanted to learn karate from Ran because he admired her skillful karate moves, but was rejected because he was too young.

As for learning judo from Uncle Mori, the difficulty is probably no less than getting Aunt Eri Kisaki to forgive and forget and resume her cohabitation with Uncle Mori.

So, Conan went to find Akutagawa Hiko.

In response to Conan's request, Akutagawa Hiko simply sent out the seemingly harmless xiaolongbao (soup dumpling) for an unrestricted brawl.

The result was obvious: Orange Tower won a resounding victory.

Akutagawa Hiko doesn't mind increasing Conan's combat power; he doesn't even need to buy chakra seeds from the reputation shop. In fact, the potential of this Conan world is quite high.

One person was explicitly stated to be capable of destroying the Black Organization by force alone, thus being clearly excluded from the main storyline.

Conan's athletic ability is actually quite good. If he were to train, he might even develop both strength and speed to A-level. In that case, a Conan with both intelligence and fighting prowess would be causing trouble everywhere, which would probably give the Black Organization a real headache.

Besides Conan, there is another silver bullet dedicated to destroying the Black Organization, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike and bite the organization at any moment.

Add to that the various undercover agents within the organization, each with their own strengths, and it's uncertain whether Gin, the firefighter, can handle the situation.

Akutagawa Hiko couldn't help but show anticipation.

However, it's clear that Conan is still far from being good enough. His cat and dog are barely enough to catch up with ordinary ninja academy graduates. Even with all his gear, Conan was still outmaneuvered by Xiaolongbao.

In this respect, Conan is careless and has his attributes countered, resulting in a score of 0-7-0. He was killed seven times and still didn't manage to touch a single cat hair.

If it were Tangbing, the husky, dodging the soccer ball wouldn't be a problem, but the more concealed tranquilizer dart would be a bit dangerous.

However, considering that the current dosage of anesthetic injections is only enough for an average adult male, it is not very realistic to instantly numb a soup dumpling.

I rubbed the dog's head; its thick fur felt wonderful to the touch, combining softness and resilience.

Thinking of this fur that could withstand the severe cold, and that even a small dumpling couldn't break through its defenses without chakra, Akutagawa Hiko even doubted whether the anesthetic needle could penetrate it.

……

In a secluded alley, Gin had just completed a transaction. Before the other party could even rejoice after receiving the goods, he was shot dead by a silenced pistol.

Without attracting the attention of any unrelated people, he returned to his beloved Porsche 356A, where Vodka, who had been waiting for a short while, stepped on the gas and smoothly drove away from the crime scene.

In Akutagawa's opinion, in a place with so few surveillance cameras, this method of committing the crime is the truly perfect crime; why bother with all those fancy tricks?

Gin lit a cigarette, and the wisps of smoke made his face, hidden in the shadow of his hat, look even colder. His long, straight silver hair looked like it was being shampooed and conditioned by some unknown brand.

The thought of those idle peripheral members filled Gin with murderous intent. They were more trouble than they were worth, and he couldn't entrust them with anything that required even a little bit of brains and strength.

Gin, without looking up, asked without recalling what happened yesterday, "How's Bourbon's investigation going with that matter?"

Vodka and Gin had been partners for many years. Although his skills hadn't improved much, his ability to read people, especially Gin, had become much stronger. He knew very well that his older brother was definitely not in a good mood at the moment.

Vodka didn't waste any time and reported to his superior: "Bourbon's report is mostly unfounded speculation, and he got most of it from the cops and the unconscious people."

Gin gave a murderous smile.

Given his personality, he would never have paid attention to such things in the past. What he should have done was to catch the rats and parasites in the organization and send them to hell with a single shot.

However, yesterday, he and Vodka were almost caught in the crossfire while on a mission.

It was snowing at the time, and Gin keenly noticed that the snowfall in one area was suddenly unusually heavy. Trusting his intuition, Gin immediately told Vodka to take a detour, thus avoiding a crisis.

To prevent this from happening again, we must find out the truth.

This matter was naturally handed over to Bourbon, who was skilled in intelligence gathering.

Bourbon is Rum's subordinate, and Gin has no right to interfere with Bourbon's actions. This means that the report is not highly confidential, otherwise he would have to ask the BOSS for approval.

but……

"Contact Bourbon."

Vodka took out the organization's dedicated cell phone and dialed Amuro Tooru's number. The screen did not display a phone number, but only a line of incomprehensible gibberish.

The call was answered quickly, and a similarly cold voice came through, succinctly asking, "What do you want?"

I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but Vodka could faintly hear some cat and dog sounds. Combined with Bourbon’s very organized voice and tone, there was a subtle sense of disorientation.

Even Gin perked up, trying to glean some useful information from the background noise.

In theory, internal strife is forbidden within the organization, but Gin is extremely loyal to the organization. As long as Bourbon doesn't cause trouble, exposing his whereabouts to him wouldn't be a problem, so he wouldn't leak it out.