Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Chapter 494 Vermouth is summoned back to America by the boss

“Those newspapers are either influenced by the government and the military, or they only care about news that can attract attention. Nobody cares about our little matter.”

Lin Xiuyi's memories from her past life gave her a clear understanding of the public opinion environment in the United States.

So-called "freedom of the press" is mostly aimed at topics that serve their interests. Minor matters like this that involve the negative image of the US military will only be silently suppressed, or even smeared as "deliberate slander by foreign tourists".

"Then let's go to the Japanese Embassy in the United States!"

"I'm not giving up," said Eri Kisaki, her voice puffed out indignation.

"We are Japanese citizens, shouldn't the embassy stand up for us? I refuse to believe that no one can control them!"

“If you really go to the embassy,” Kudo Yusaku couldn’t help but chuckle, his tone laced with sarcasm, “you might end up having to apologize to the US military. Haven’t you noticed how tense US-Japan relations have been lately? Trade negotiations have been deadlocked, and there are plenty of internal conflicts within the military as well.”

“Those politicians wouldn’t risk a falling out with the US military for the sake of us nobody and get themselves into trouble.”

"At that time, they will only advise you to 'make a big deal into a small deal, and a small deal into nothing,' and may even say that you are 'immature and damaging relations between the two countries.'"

Yusaku Kudo knew many people who worked in government departments, and through this exposure, he gained a deeper understanding of the political maneuvering between the two countries.

In the eyes of politicians, the rights of ordinary citizens must always give way to the so-called "national interests".

Eri opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but swallowed the words back.

She knew that what Hayashi Hideichi and Kudo Yusaku said was true.

Just now at the US military base, the officer clearly knew that the soldier was at fault, but he still sided with him and even threatened them with "continuing the investigation," which is enough to explain everything.

The girl looked down at the thick law book in her hands. The once clear words had become blurry, and she had no desire to continue reading.

"Now you know why I stopped you from studying in the United States, right?" Lin Xiuyi leaned closer to her and chuckled in a low voice.

Eri Kisaki snorted in annoyance, turning her head away, but still couldn't help but retort in a low voice, "It's normal for soldiers to be rude, it doesn't represent everyone. American universities certainly aren't like that, they have the best law programs and the most outstanding professors..."

The girl's voice grew softer and softer, as if she was trying to convince herself, but the uncertainty in her tone betrayed her inner turmoil.

Eri Kisaki clutched the thick law book tightly, as if clinging to the last vestige of her ideal world.

Lin Xiuyi didn't argue further, but simply patted her childhood sweetheart's shoulder gently.

He knew that some things could only be truly understood through personal experience.

Perhaps this summer camp trip will give Eri Kisaki a more realistic and comprehensive understanding of the "American Dream".

……

On the outskirts of Tokyo, a factory hidden in a dense forest has long since lost its former dilapidation.

Six months ago, this place was a deserted, cold, and dusty building. Now, it has been transformed into a secret pharmaceutical manufacturing base for the Black Organization. The exterior walls have been reinforced and repainted, all the windows have been replaced with bulletproof and privacy glass, and guards in black suits patrol the entrance 24 hours a day, vigilantly watching everyone who enters or leaves.

The interior of the factory has been completely renovated, with the clean white floor tiles reflecting the LED cold lights on the ceiling, and laboratories with different functions distributed on both sides of the long corridor.

Various sophisticated instruments and equipment were neatly arranged, and researchers in white lab coats moved among them with hurried steps and serious and tense expressions on their faces. Occasionally, they would exchange a few words of experimental data in low voices. The entire base was filled with a repressive and solemn atmosphere.

In an office deep within the base, the air was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

Pisco sat behind his large mahogany desk, watching the blonde beauty smoking on the sofa opposite him. His brows furrowed deeply, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction.
"Vermouth, why haven't you brought the Miyano couple here yet? Everything at the base is ready, the equipment is calibrated, and the reagents are all prepared. Now all that's missing is the research leader. Are we going to make everyone wait for them?"

Vermouth exhaled a smoke ring, and amidst the swirling smoke, her delicate face showed no remorse, but rather a lazy mockery.

She glanced coldly at the Gin and Vodka duo standing beside her, her tone impatient.
"If it weren't for the fact that someone carelessly frightened the Miyano couple at the last technology exhibition, causing them to disappear completely afterward, I would have brought them here long ago."

"I can't find anyone now, what can I do?"

As she spoke, she deliberately raised an eyebrow in Gin's direction.

"Gin?"

Pisco's gaze immediately shifted to the silver-haired boy standing by the wall, his tone clearly urging him on.
"Still no leads on them? The organization has invested so many resources, can't they even find two people?"

Gin leaned against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his black coat, his silver hair gleaming coldly under the cold light.

He raised his head, his eyes sharp, his tone calm yet undeniably cold and hard: "There are no concrete leads yet, but we have expanded the search area, keeping an eye on all their relatives, friends, and former colleagues in the lab. I think we should have news soon."

"No matter what, we must do it as soon as possible..."

Before Pisco could finish urging her, the red phone on the table suddenly rang.

This is a dedicated line directly connected to the organization's boss, and it rarely rings.

His heart tightened, and he immediately picked up the receiver, respectfully saying "Yes" and "Understood" a few times before handing the phone to Vermouth, saying with a complicated expression, "The boss wants to see you."

"Find me?"

Vermouth paused for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but she still took the phone, adjusting her tone to be as respectful as possible.
"Boss, is there something you need?"

"Go back to the United States immediately. There's something I need you to handle personally." A deep, hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying an undeniable authority.

“But I’m currently in charge of the preparation work for the drug research laboratory in Japan. Don’t we have Rum in the US? He can handle it, right?” Vermouth retorted instinctively.

She hasn't found the Miyano couple yet, and if she leaves Japan now, all her previous efforts will have been in vain.

“Rum has urgent matters to attend to and doesn’t have time for this.” The BOSS’s voice was clearly tinged with impatience. “Your work is temporarily handed over to Pisco. Leave within half an hour and return to the United States immediately. Things here are more important than drug research!”

(End of this chapter)