[Detective Conan] The Boss of the Black Organization Is Also a Mole

By day, I make life difficult for the good guys. Behind the scenes, I secretly go easy on them, funnel them money, and hand over materials... Wait, is there something just a tiny bit wrong with the way I'm running this distillery organization as its Boss?

That's right. I'm a mole.

Actually, I'm not just a mole. I'm also someone who transmigrated here. After transmigrating for no reason at all, the RB police put me undercover. Do you know how young I was back then? Fifteen! Tell me, isn't that a messed-up thing for them to do?!

I was so young and talented. I spent five years undercover in the distillery organization, waiting for the Boss to die so I could take over. I hadn't even held the Boss's seat for five years when the people who were supposed to be my official contacts were discovered and killed by this lot, who then took their bodies in to claim a reward...

In short, I'd lost contact with my organization.

Damn it!

I know most of you are moles! You have people on the outside, so you decide to take me out, is that it?!

After I took over, I even protected all the famous moles from the story! Is this how you repay me?!

But that's not important.

I've found my own contact now.

That's right, little Conan.

Fine, fine, I'm afraid I won't last much longer, so I've already prepared the materials to clear my name. I only told the little detective that I know a mole in the distillery organization.

An RB Public Security agent: Boss, I'm a mole.

An FBI agent from the US: Boss, I'm a mole too.

Gin: Boss, actually, I'm a mole too.

I stared at the three guns pointed at me

Heaven itself wants me dead!

Theme: So it turns out we're all good people.