Chapter 39: The Gift Is Miyano Akemi
A black Porsche 356A—an original first-generation model, exceedingly rare on the market these days—cruised down the Shuto Expressway toward the outskirts of Tokyo, its license plate reading 48-69.
This stretch of road was a street racer's paradise, especially at night, when someone might floor the gas and rocket straight up to a very different kind of paradise.
But this time, every racer who passed by—whether behind the wheel of a Ferrari, a GTR, or a Lamborghini—wore a look of pure shock.
After all, a genuine antique like this Porsche 356A wasn't just rare in Japan—it was a treasure on a global scale.
Even more astonishing, this car, at least sixty years old, could still hit highway speeds without breaking a sweat.
"Boss, everyone's staring at your car!"
Vodka said, sounding rather pleased with himself.
As if his boss being awesome somehow made him awesome too.
"Tch. A bunch of bored strays."
Gin flicked his cigarette butt out the window with one hand.
With his stern face, his silver hair whipping in the wind, and that aloof one-handed smoking pose, he looked every bit the lone gunslinger straight out of an American Western.
"Hey there, handsome!"
"A hundred thousand yen if you'll join me for dinner tonight at the Park Hyatt Tokyo?"
A striking, wealthy woman in a convertible Porsche 911 kept pace alongside them, deliberately matching their speed.
Her tone made no attempt to hide her intentions—she was hitting on him, plain and simple.
Her hungry, appraising eyes roamed shamelessly over Gin's chest, sizing him up like he was some handsome young host at a nightclub.
"Boss, she's into you!"
Vodka said, more than a little envious.
His boss usually had zero interest in women.
And yet no matter where he went, women of every stripe came on to him without fail.
High school girls, middle-aged women—he charmed them all, ages be damned.
"Hm?"
"You looking to die?"
Gin shot her a glare sharp enough to kill.
But the glamorous heiress didn't look scared in the slightest.
If anything, her face flushed with excitement as she shouted, "I'd love that! Come on, let's do it—kill me!"
"..."
Gin was speechless.
"Come on, handsome, I want to die, kill me, kill me!"
The woman leaned on her horn, shrieking with delight.
Vodka: "Boss, should we—"
"Drive!"
For once actually a little frightened, Gin slammed his foot down on the gas pedal himself, taking over from Vodka.
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On the outskirts of Beika, an abandoned, empty factory.
A white Porsche Cayenne pulled up slowly beside another car—the Porsche 356A.
The doors opened, and a man and a woman stepped out, walking into the factory.
If anyone had witnessed this, they would have been absolutely stunned.
Because the man was unmistakably Higashino Makoto, Japan's newly minted national hero.
And the woman was none other than Mizunashi Rena, Nichiuri TV's leading star anchor.
"Kir, you did very well."
Gin looked at Rena with a rare flicker of approval.
In his eyes, this beautiful woman's greatest value lay in sleeping her way to getting Makoto to join the organization.
"Kir?"
"Wait, aren't you Mizunashi Rena?"
Makoto asked, feigning surprise.
"That's a codename!"
"Every member of the organization has one."
"Take this woman here, for instance—her codename is 'Kir'!"
Gin explained with a cold smile.
"And you, Kurosawa-san? What's your codename?"
Makoto asked.
"Gin!"
"As in, Gin!"
The corner of Gin's mouth curled up with unmistakable pride.
"Boss, are we really trusting this guy?"
Vodka asked in a low voice.
Makoto's sudden appearance—and his boss's obvious high regard for him—had stirred up a deep sense of crisis in him.
He couldn't stand the thought of a second man who might replace him as Gin's driver!
"Trust?"
"What's that?"
"The only thing I trust is that dead men don't betray the organization!"
Gin sneered, and crooked a finger toward the shadows.
"Clack! Clack! Clack!"
A gorgeous woman with long golden hair approached, her steps graceful atop three-inch heels.
She looked Makoto up and down with the same hungry eyes as some rich heiress.
Then, in a voice dripping with allure, she said, "If you were a few years older, I wouldn't mind having a little fun with you."
"Vermouth, where's the person I told you to bring?"
Gin pressed impatiently.
"Tch, you really are no fun."
"Little hotshot, don't you go learning from this one, okay?"
Vermouth clapped her hands together.
A slender silhouette came into view.
A pretty, refined woman with long hair kept her head down, glancing at Makoto with obvious reluctance.
But she walked over to his side anyway, resigned.
"She's..."
Makoto couldn't help but swallow hard.
Fair skin, striking looks, long legs, and that particular air of someone who'd just stepped into the working world.
Compared to Ran, who was still just a JK, this woman carried more maturity, though a trace of youthful freshness still clung to her.
Most importantly, he knew this woman—he'd recognized her the very instant he laid eyes on her.
Miyano Akemi!
The older sister of Haibara Ai—or rather, Miyano Shiho.
Going by the timeline, she should have already graduated from Nanyo University by now, a fresh young office worker just starting out in the world.
"Looks like you're quite pleased with this gift."
Gin smiled, satisfied.
Without a word of response or explanation, Gin walked straight to his Porsche 356A and left, taking Vodka and Vermouth with him.
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Gin — Silver hair, Black Organization. Series: Detective Conan.
Higashino Makoto — Protagonist. Transmigrated.
Hondou Hidemi — Undercover girl. Series: Detective Conan.
Miyano Akemi — Miyano Shiho's older sister. Series: Detective Conan.
Vermouth — Beautiful villain girl. Series: Detective Conan.
Vodka — Black Organization. Series: Detective Conan.
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