[TL/N: Read my new work - Detective Conan: I'm a Succubus?!]
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"You... who are you?"
Akemi's voice trembled as she stared at the three children who had effortlessly overpowered Gin and Vodka, pressing them to the ground.
For a moment, she felt as though her soul had left her body. She was utterly stunned.
As Conan approached, she instinctively gripped the pistol in her hands, her posture tense and wary.
"We are..."
Conan started to respond but hesitated.
If someone had asked him that question in the past, he would have confidently declared, "I'm a detective."
But now?
Looking down at himself—dressed in a red combat uniform, possessing a body that could unleash slashes stronger than bullets with just a kick—
For the first time, Conan didn't know how to introduce himself.
Luckily, Bartolomeo, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped in at that moment. With a casual glance at Akemi, he smirked and said—
"You seriously don't watch TV?"
"You don't even recognize Masked Superman, the hero of justice?"
"And yet you had the nerve to rob a bank?"
Akemi: "..."
What the hell...?
Why did it feel like she was being looked down on?
She had just stolen one billion yen from the Bank! And yet, at this moment, she felt like the dumbest person in the room.
She didn't know why she felt this way, but one thing was certain—her life had been spared.
Even though she had been prepared for the worst from the very beginning, when Gin pulled the trigger, the fear of death had still overwhelmed her.
And with it, came a crushing sense of guilt—for her sister.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield—
With Mitsuhiko joining the fight, Gin and Vodka were quickly subdued.
No matter how ruthless they were…
No matter how many people they had killed…
Against these three monstrous kids, they were utterly powerless.
They were beaten down so badly that it didn't even feel fair.
Eventually, both men exhausted every last hidden bomb and bullet on their bodies.
Now, they had no choice but to fight bare-handed.
The result?
No suspense whatsoever.
Genta leaped from the top of a shipping container, yelling—
"Leap of Justice!!!"
And landed directly on Gin.
The man was already bleeding heavily from Mitsuhiko's Finger Gun attacks. The moment Genta's full weight crashed onto him, Gin's eyes rolled back, and he passed out instantly.
"Brother!!!"
Vodka barely had time to react before—
BAM!
Ayumi's flying kick slammed into his face, sending him sprawling onto the ground in an undignified heap.
Face-down.
Arms spread.
Like a dog eating dirt.
"Alright! It's over!"
Mitsuhiko stepped forward, forming his fingers into a mock pistol and pointing it directly at Vodka's forehead.
A shadow fell over Vodka's face.
He gulped.
Cold sweat trickled down his skin as fear filled his eyes.
Because he knew—
That small, innocent-looking finger could easily drill a hole straight through his skull.
This was insanity.
This was completely absurd.
He had never heard of any organization or country that had developed such an advanced biological super-soldier program.
For the first time in his life, Vodka felt truly helpless.
His gaze flickered toward his unconscious brother.
Then—
He made a decision.
One that betrayed the very organization he had pledged his life to.
"I... I surrender."
With a defeated sigh, Vodka raised both hands above his head…
Then slowly bowed his head to the ground in submission.
Half an hour later.
The sun had completely set.
Only the last remnants of daylight dimly illuminated the warehouse district.
The once silent area was now swarmed with flashing red-and-blue police lights.
A fleet of police cars and SWAT vehicles had surrounded the warehouse, cutting off all possible escape routes.
At the front of the operation, Inspector Megure led his officers from the First Investigation Division.
All guns were loaded.
All safety switches off.
Weapons raised, they moved cautiously toward the warehouse entrance.
Just moments ago…
Their station's entire computer system had been hacked by an unknown individual.
The hacker made no effort to conceal their presence.
Instead, they broadcasted a looping video on every single police terminal.
The footage?
It showed the robbers behind the recent one-billion-yen bank heist—alongside two unidentified men in black.
The video itself was brief—only about two to three minutes long—but the conversation captured in that short span was enough to make Megure break into a cold sweat.
From what he heard…
It was painfully clear.
This city—this seemingly peaceful city—was actually harboring an extremely dangerous criminal syndicate.
Even worse…
The bank robbers—who had managed to steal one billion yen—were just low-level grunts.
This mysterious organization was, without a doubt, the most dangerous case Megure had encountered in his entire career.
But when the warehouse doors were finally breached—
And the police searchlights illuminated the inside—
The sight that greeted them stunned everyone.
"W-What... is this…?"
Detective Takagi gripped his pistol tightly, murmuring in confused disbelief.
The other officers had similar expressions.
Inspector Megure hesitated, then gestured forward.
A team of heavily armed SWAT officers cautiously advanced.
Under the bright glare of the searchlights, everything inside the warehouse was laid bare.
And in the very center—
Three people.
Suspended mid-air.
Bound tightly.
Their restraints ensured zero chance of escape or even cooperation between them.
"Sir!"
A SWAT officer rushed up to Megure, snapped a salute, and reported—
"Identities confirmed, sir. These are the same individuals from the hacked video."
"One of them—Masami Hirota—is the mastermind behind the billion-yen bank heist."
"As for the other two men… their identities remain unknown."
"Hmm..."
Inspector Megure narrowed his eyes, staring at the three figures dangling before him.
Then, without hesitation, he issued his order—
"Take them back to headquarters."
"Have the medical team examine them."
"Then—interrogation. All night long."
"Yes, sir!!!"
The special police officer saluted before swiftly relaying the orders.
That night, sleep would be a luxury for many.
The police station remained brightly lit, bustling with activity as officers worked tirelessly.
Before long, they extracted a wealth of valuable information from Akemi.
Unlike her, however, the two men in black remained silent, as if they had been programmed to say nothing. No matter how much pressure was applied, they refused to utter a single word.
Yet, the details Akemi provided were more than enough to send shockwaves through the police force.
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Meanwhile, across the ocean…
"Gin… was captured?"
In a lavish mansion in the United States, Vermouth glanced at the new mission directive from the Boss, her seductive face briefly betraying a flicker of surprise.
Then, a sly smile curled her lips.
"How amusing. That guy, of all people."
"Looks like I'll have to pay Japana a visit."
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Somewhere in an underground base in Japan…
"Are you serious? Gin was captured… and the Boss wants us to rescue him?"
Chianti's voice dripped with disbelief. She leaned against a cold metal wall, her striking makeup only amplifying the venom in her words.
"Are we sure this is a rescue mission? And not an execution?"
Korn, usually the silent type said gravely,
"Not the time for jokes, Chianti,"
"Belmod will be returning to Japan soon. Until then, our orders are clear—we follow her lead and retrieve Gin from police custody."
"Tch. That woman."
Chianti spat, her voice barely above a whisper. Still, she didn't argue.
Despite their cold exteriors, the news had shaken them.
Gin—cautious, ruthless, and utterly methodical—was the last person they would have expected to be caught.
If even he had fallen, then… who exactly had taken him down?
A chilling thought crept into Chianti's mind.
Could it be… an informant within the organization?
Her gaze flickered toward Korn, suddenly suspicious.
She wasn't the only one.
All across the Black Organization, paranoia spread like wildfire. Members began to scrutinize one another, questioning loyalties, whispering in the shadows.
Ironically, within days, this rampant distrust actually led to the exposure of several foreign undercover agents hidden within their ranks.
A happy accident… for the wrong reasons.
But if they knew the real truth—if they discovered that the ones who had taken down Gin were actually a group of elementary school kids—how would they react?
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A few days later…
Underground Training Facility – Barto Detective Agency
Bartolomeo's modifications had turned the space into a true "Masked Base."
The entire design was modeled after the secret headquarters of the 'Masked Superman' anime.
Since Bartolomeo planned to stay in this world for a while, Leo decided to compensate him—with double the salary.
As a result, a flood of points continuously poured into Bartolomeo's account.
But with no real use for them here, he came up with an idea:
Why not create a 'real' justice organization in this world?
It was an amusing shift.
In the world of pirates, he had once been a crime lord—controlling entire islands, rising to notoriety as a fearsome pirate.
But in this peaceful world?
Somehow, under the influence of anime, he found himself drawn to the ideals of justice.
The power of the 'second dimension' was truly terrifying.
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"Well? What do you think? This will be our new base from now on."
Bartolomeo led the odd little group—three excited kids plus one skeptical Conan—through a high-tech corridor.
The four of them could only stare in awe, mouths hanging open, managing nothing beyond a series of "Wows."
"Rotom, open the control room," Bartolomeo commanded.
"Yes, Master," a cool mechanical voice replied.
A massive door illuminated by glowing pathways slid open with a hiss.
Inside, an array of towering display screens flickered to life, casting a soft blue glow over the sleek control room.
Bartolomeo gestured toward the largest screen.
"Let me introduce you to the heart of the operation—General Controller Rotom. It handles the daily maintenance of the entire base."
"Through Rotom, we can monitor every corner of Beika Town in real time."
"No matter what kind of crime takes place… nothing can escape its watchful eye."
Then, with a dramatic pause, he turned back to the kids.
"And from now on, your mission… is to become the superheroes of Beika Town!"
"You are the 'Masked Superman' of Beika Town!"
The three kids blinked. Then, realization hit.
"Masked Superman?!" they exclaimed in unison, eyes shining.
They had already suspected it, ever since that day when they took down the men in black.
But to see it—to be it—was another thing entirely.
"Alright!!!"
They leaped into the air, high-fiving in excitement.
Conan, however, quickly snapped out of his daze and asked curiously,
"But… we still have to go to school. We can't stay at the base all the time. How will we know when a crime is happening?"
To be honest…
Deep down, he wasn't exactly thrilled about becoming the so-called Masked Superman of Beika Town.
After all, he was a 17-year-old high school student. He had long outgrown the childish fantasies of a chuunibyou.
But!
If it meant fighting crime, then—fine.
He would reluctantly put on that ridiculous leather combat suit.
Not like anyone would recognize him anyway!
"Good question!"
At Conan's inquiry, Bartolomeo suddenly grinned.
Without another word, he extended his hand.
In an instant, four strange, glowing creatures flew out from his palm and zipped toward each of their detective badges.
"What the—?"
The kids watched in astonishment as their badges, which had been resting against their chests, suddenly lifted into the air as if they had come to life.
Then—
"This is our first meeting. Please take care of us!"
Four distinct voices rang out from the badges.
"Wha—WHAT?!"
Conan's brain was completely short-circuited.
He had convinced himself that Controller Rotom was just an advanced AI.
He had just barely rationalized the finger gun and the moon walk technique as untapped human potential.
But now?
Watching his detective badge literally speak to him?
His already fragile grasp on reality cracked yet again.
Meanwhile, the other three kids?
They accepted it immediately.
With wide grins, they responded enthusiastically,
"Please take care of us!"
Bartolomeo chuckled.
"The creatures you just saw are a special kind of life form called Rotom," he explained.
"They are the loyal companions of Masked Supermans. They can fuse with electronic devices and transform them into new mechanical lifeforms."
"Now, your detective badges have become Rotom Badges."
"Starting today, you'll be able to patrol around Beika Town with their help."
"If anything suspicious happens, your badge will notify you immediately."
"And when that happens, just like the Masked Superman on TV, you'll find a hidden place, transform, and head straight to the scene!"
"Understood?"
"Understood!!!"
The three little ones straightened their backs and shouted in unison, eyes sparkling with excitement.
Bartolomeo nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze toward Conan.
Under Bartolomeo's intense stare, Conan hesitated.
Then, after a moment, he sighed and muttered,
"Yeah… I got it."
"Excellent! Such great energy!"
Bartolomeo suddenly clapped his hands together—BANG!
But this time, his expression turned unexpectedly serious.
"Now… we come to the most important part."
Gulp.
"The most important part?"
The three kids leaned in, eyes locked onto Bartolomeo, waiting for his next words.
"That's right! The most important part!"
Bartolomeo crouched down, meeting them at eye level.
Then, in a deep, serious voice, he declared—
"You all need to come up with your own hero names!"
"After all…"
"There can only be ONE Masked Superman!!!"