Zongman: Becoming Prime Minister in the Conan Universe

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Fujiwara Toru's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the special pistol in Vermouth's hand.
I've been exposed!
That was Fujiwara Toru's first thought.

Immediately, his brain raced, trying to figure out where he had slipped up.
Every single interaction with Chris Vineyard, or rather, with Vermouth, replayed in Fujiwara Toru's mind.
Various images and scenes flashed through his brain, but Fujiwara Toru still couldn't pinpoint when his identity had been compromised.

Seeing the pensive look in Fujiwara Toru's eyes, Vermouth, dressed only in lingerie and with black stockings she had just put on accentuating her long, slender, snow-white legs, revealed a playful smile.
"Fujiwara Toru, the illegitimate son of Fujiwara Yoshitaka, the current Chairman of the Japanese National Public Safety Commission, with one-half Celestial [N O V E L I G H T] blood."
"Your mother was deceived by Fujiwara Yoshitaka and became pregnant with you. The Fujiwara family didn't acknowledge your identity. She took you to America when you were three, and died of a serious illness when you were five."

"As an undocumented immigrant, you wandered the streets of America at the age of five, were taken in by a welfare institution, and were taken away by the current Director of the American Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) at the age of eight for special training."
"Under the CIA's training, you excelled, far surpassing ordinary people, and became the adopted son of the current CIA Director."
"You once personally planned and single-handedly wiped out a Colombian drug cartel, and captured the head of the drug cartel, imprisoning him. At the young age of twenty, you became a CIA Special Agent Supervisor, codenamed 'Wicker'."

Vermouth spoke unhurriedly, her slender fingers holding a woman's cigarette, gently exhaling smoke.
Her cigarette was menthol-flavored, allowing Fujiwara Toru, who was a few steps away from her, to smell its non-irritating scent.
Fujiwara Toru wasn't agitated either. He pointed the silenced pistol in his hand at Vermouth and calmly walked to a nearby sofa, sitting down.

"Oh? How did you find out about all this?"
Although he said that, Fujiwara Toru cursed inwardly.
Damn it, there's a Black Organization mole in the CIA, and they're in a high position!

The CIA has thirteen levels, divided into four divisions: Administration, Operations, Technology, and Intelligence.
Fujiwara Toru naturally belonged to the Operations Division. As a Special Agent Supervisor, Fujiwara Toru was at the fourth level, which was considered a high rank for his age.
There were nine more levels above him, but the CIA operated on a linear management system, so not everyone knew the identities of the agents below them, except for the Director.
Especially since Fujiwara Toru belonged to the Special Operations Division. There weren't many people who knew his identity and could investigate his past, and those few were all in high positions.

The names of those people quickly flashed through his mind. Who was the mole, revealing his information?
If I find out, I'll shove your head in the latrine tonight!
Vermouth gently flicked her slightly wavy, light blonde hair, revealing a mysterious and alluring smile: "Secrets make a woman more charming, Boy."

Fujiwara Toru remained calm, as if he didn't care that his identity had been exposed, and said again: "So, Miss Vermouth, what other information do you have about me? Why don't you tell me everything."
Vermouth smiled charmingly:
"You returned to Japan a year ago, transferred from Phillips Exeter Academy to Shuchiin Academy as a third-year student, obtained a top ranking in the Japanese National Unified Examination, and applied to the University of Tokyo (Tokyo Daigaku)."

"You ranked first in the University of Tokyo entrance exam. What a clever Boy, able to juggle CIA work while keeping up with your studies."
Fujiwara Toru was expressionless.
He had activated the cheat, so he naturally obtained learning abilities far surpassing ordinary people. Moreover, he usually worked hard, so it wasn't difficult to get good grades in high school.

But even so, getting first place in the University of Tokyo entrance exam wasn't easy. There was no shortage of geniuses in this world.
The reason why Fujiwara Toru was able to get first place was simple.
As a top agent in the CIA, and able to mobilize some CIA resources, it wasn't too difficult for him to use America's influence to steal the content of the University of Tokyo entrance exam in Japan.

He knew how to use his authority.
"But I'm very curious, Boy, why did you return to Japan? Phillips Exeter Academy is a top high school in America. With your grades, getting into prestigious universities like Stanford and Harvard would be a piece of cake."
"But you returned to Japan and enrolled in the University of Tokyo. Could it be that the CIA is doing something shady in Japan?"

"Or is it because your relatives are in Japan? I remember you have a female cousin and two female cousins, named Fujiwara Toyomi, Fujiwara Chika, and Fujiwara Moeha?"
Vermouth's smile was beautiful, her aura powerful, as if she had seized the initiative.
But Fujiwara Toru was very calm. He smiled and said: "The Fujiwara family is a political family that has been passed down for thousands of years in Japan, ranking first among the Five Regent Houses (Gosekke), with many politicians."

"Oh, of course, for your organization, none of this matters. Even the Prime Minister of Japan and the President of the United States, you dare to assassinate, right?"
"Could it be that you want to use my so-called family to threaten me? If that's the case, then I advise you to give up that idea."
"You can try to assassinate them now. Failure aside, if you succeed, you can see if I have even a hint of sadness."

"Since your organization already knows my identity as an illegitimate son, you should understand that for someone like me who has experienced this, so-called relatives are not important to me at all."
After a pause, Fujiwara Toru added: "...Of course, they are still barely considered my relatives. If they die, I will avenge them."
"Just like now, Vermouth, since you know my abilities, yet you still dare to face me with a gun, you don't really think you can kill me, do you? Or is there a sniper aiming at me outside right now?"

Fujiwara Toru looked out the window. This was the upper floor of the hotel, and it was easy to determine the places that could be used as sniping positions.
"There are no snipers outside. No one in the organization knows your identity except for me and the BOSS."
"It's just that I'm very sad and upset right now, Boy. Did you know my identity all along and have been deceiving me?"

Vermouth suddenly revealed a self-deprecating, sad smile: "...Indeed, as a witch, I shouldn't expect an angel to save me. Someone like me is destined to fall into hell."
Vermouth's acting was excellent. After all, the identity she once played, or rather, her original identity, was Sharon Vineyard, a former Hollywood actress.
Even Fujiwara Toru wasn't confident that he could see through Vermouth's acting, but he had a premonition that the current Vermouth wasn't acting, but genuinely revealing her feelings.

Fujiwara Toru was silent for a moment, then said indifferently:
"I didn't know your true identity before. After all, who would have thought that Sharon Vineyard and Chris Vineyard, the famous Hollywood actress mother and daughter, would be the same person."
"And they are also members of an international criminal organization."

Fujiwara Toru stared at Vermouth's beautiful, charming, and very feminine face.
There was no mask on her face. Fujiwara Toru had checked that.
Chris Vineyard was Vermouth's most important, and her most fundamental hidden identity right now. She couldn't wear a mask all the time, otherwise she would accidentally expose herself one day.

However, Chris Vineyard wasn't Vermouth's original face either. She used makeup to slightly change her features.
And Vermouth's hair was a near-silver platinum blonde. The current light blonde color wasn't a wig either, but dyed with the simplest method!
Fujiwara Toru wasn't lying to her. At first, he really didn't know that Chris Vineyard was Vermouth. His memories weren't complete at that time.

It wasn't until his memories from his previous life were completely restored that he fully knew Vermouth's identity.
"Vermouth, you have committed quite a few crimes. FBI, CIA agents, British MI6, and even former KGB agents have died at your hands. You have stained your hands with their blood."
"Although you are called the 'Witch of a Thousand Faces,' the current technology is very advanced. You have exposed too much information. As long as I send your information to these intelligence agencies, do you think you can survive?"

Fujiwara Toru's words made Vermouth silent.
She knew very well that her abilities might be strong, but they weren't direct combat power.
Moreover, even if her combat power was strong, she would definitely not be able to survive the pursuit of so many organizations.

Although the Black Organization had a lot of influence and had planted its own people in many intelligence agencies, the Black Organization couldn't control these intelligence agencies, nor did it have the ability to do so.
Then Fujiwara Toru said leisurely: "Of course, the most incredible thing is that everyone thought that you, the 'Witch of a Thousand Faces,' maintained your youthful appearance with disguise."
"But you have exposed too many things to me. Your age is at least fifty years old, but your face has always been maintained in your twenties."

"This is not something that cosmetic surgery can do. I'm very curious, how do you maintain your youth?"
Vermouth's expression changed. This was the secret she was most reluctant to have discovered, and the secret she had been hiding.
Fujiwara Toru ignored Vermouth's changing expression. His gaze fell on a red plum blossom on the bed, and he said in a strange tone:

"What I didn't expect even more is that you would be an old virgin. Your acting is good, but your clumsy movements still exposed your reality."
After all, he, Fujiwara Toru, was a veteran who had seen all kinds of women. Vermouth's acting in this regard definitely couldn't hide from him!