Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Yusaku Kudo seized the perfect opportunity, quickly raised his right foot, and kicked the terrorist hard in the abdomen.

The kick was powerful and hit the opponent's stomach precisely.

The terrorist immediately struggled to breathe, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

He staggered backward and fell right into another terrorist who was rushing up from behind.

The two men crashed heavily into the aisle like bowling pins, making a dull thud, and were unable to get up for a moment.

Taking advantage of the moment, Kudo Yusaku bent down, picked up the stun gun from the ground, pressed the switch, and blue sparks lit up again.

Without hesitation, he pressed the switch, and the blue electric light crackled again. In no time, the two burly men convulsed and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

"Excuse me, could I borrow your belt for a moment?"

Yusaku Kudo, holding the stun gun in his hand, asked a fat man sitting next to him.

His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp, making it impossible for anyone to refuse him.

Just now, when Kudo Yusaku was dealing with the terrorists, this guy huddled in his seat, not daring to make the slightest move, his obese body trembling incessantly with fear.

Now, seeing the electric shocker flashing in Yusaku Kudo's hand, he trembled even more and dared not resist, hurriedly reaching out to unbuckle his belt.

Yusaku Kudo took the belt and skillfully tied the two terrorists on the ground together.

Just then, he heard cheers and applause coming from the cabin behind him, knowing that Lin Xiuyi must have also resolved the issue.

Yusaku Kudo let out a long sigh of relief, completely relaxing.

Due to the hijacking incident on board, the scheduled flight to Los Angeles could not proceed.

After contacting the ground, the captain decided to land at the nearest U.S. military base in the Aleutian Islands to allow for investigation and follow-up procedures.

When the plane's tires made smooth contact with the runway with a soft "whoosh," the passengers in the cabin erupted in cheers once again.

This time, however, there was more relief than anything else; it was a feeling of relief that the landing was safe.

However, this relief did not last long.

As soon as the plane came to a stop, a group of heavily armed U.S. soldiers boarded the plane, gathered all the passengers together, and detained them under the pretext of "cooperating with an investigation."

They were led to a large hall inside the base, surrounded by soldiers holding rifles, their cold muzzles pointed at them, creating a tense and suffocating atmosphere.

“These Americans are so barbaric,” Eri Kisaki said, biting her lip in frustration. “We were heroes who stopped the terrorists, but they locked us up too.”

“It will take a lot of time to investigate what exactly happened on the plane,” Lin Xiuyi said gently, looking at Fei Ying’s indignant expression. “Don’t be angry. Be patient and wait. Things will eventually be cleared up.”

"But my book..."

Eri Kisaki was still seething with resentment. She couldn't help but feel furious when she recalled the American soldier's rude manner during the bag inspection.

"Those Americans didn't care at all whether the books would be damaged; they just dumped them on the ground, and their attitude was awful!"

Lin Xiuyi couldn't help but find it amusing as he looked at the girl who kept complaining.

This hijacking incident, coupled with the rude treatment by the US military, must have completely shattered the "freedom, equality, and inclusiveness" image that the United States had cultivated through propaganda in Eri Kisaki's mind. "What terrible luck!"

Murakami Yui sat in a chair in the corner of the hall, her head in her hands, her face full of dejection.
"I just wanted to take my students to a summer camp, how did we end up with a hijacking? The odds are so low, why am I so unlucky!"

She had been looking forward to her trip to the United States, but now all that remained was exhaustion and helplessness.

"Speaking of which..."

Yusaku Kudo looked at Shuichi Hayashi with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"It seems like every time we meet, all sorts of strange things happen. Is it because our fates clash, or is your luck just really that bad?"

Judging from the way he's touching his chin, he seems to be genuinely pondering the answer to this question.

Lin Xiuyi rolled his eyes, too lazy to refute, and in fact, he had no way to explain himself.

In his past life, when he watched anime, he mocked Conan as the Grim Reaper, saying that wherever he went, trouble would follow.

But when he entered high school, Lin Xiuyi discovered that he seemed to have awakened the Grim Reaper physique as well.

For the past six months, he has encountered cases wherever he goes, and his aura of death is no less than that of Conan.

"How can you blame him! He works for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department; he's bound to handle all sorts of cases regularly,"

Just moments ago she was complaining about her bad luck, but now she's defending her students.
"It's clearly because we're all just incredibly unlucky!"

Her gaze swept over the other students, making sure they didn't take Yusaku Kudo's words seriously.

When traveling, unity is the most important thing. If any students take Yusaku Kudo's words seriously, the rest of the trip will be difficult to manage.

Yusaku Kudo was just joking. Seeing Yui Murakami's rebuttal, he immediately understood her meaning and didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he changed the subject.
"I don't know how long I'll have to stay here. I've heard that the US military isn't very efficient."

Time passed second by second, and the passengers in the hall gradually went from being anxious to being exhausted.

Some people leaned back in their chairs, closing their eyes to rest; some were talking quietly about the hijacking incident; and others kept looking around, hoping the investigation would end soon.

Five hours later, a U.S. military officer finally entered the hall, holding a document, and verified the identities of everyone on the list one by one.

It turns out that the U.S. military had confirmed the identities of Hayashi Hideichi and others through the Japanese government, and also confirmed from other passengers that Hayashi Hideichi, Kudo Yusaku, and others were the first to see through the hijackers' plot and successfully subdue them.

The investigation was finally over, and everyone was finally freed to continue their journey to Los Angeles.

However, the trouble didn't end there; strict checks were still required before boarding.

When Lin Xiuyi arrived at the checkpoint, the American soldier in charge of the inspection, after verifying his identity and learning that it was Lin Xiuyi who had taken the lead in stopping the terrorists, suddenly said with a cold face...
"Behave yourself in America. This isn't Japan. Don't cause us any trouble, you yellow-skinned monkeys!"

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting the anger of all the Asian passengers present.

Murakami Yui's face turned red with anger. She strode forward, pointed at the American soldier, and loudly questioned, "He's a hero who saved the entire plane! Instead of thanking him, you insult him. Is this how you Americans treat your guests?"

Other Asian passengers echoed their sentiments, but their protests were clearly futile… (End of Chapter)