Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Lin Xiuyi quietly retreated to a corner, and after seeing the scene before her, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His plan succeeded, the truth has been revealed, and the safety of the Brians is now basically guaranteed.

Eri Kisaki walked to his side and asked in a low voice, "Is this really safe? I mean, for you."

Lin Xiuyi smiled slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes: "It's not safe, but it's the best option right now. At least the Brians won't be in mortal danger because of our arrival."

"And what about you?" Eri looked at him worriedly. "What if that organization wants revenge..."

"Don't worry, it's okay," Lin Xiuyi interrupted her, her tone relaxed yet firm. "Besides, you're here with me, aren't you? The future great lawyer."

Eri blushed and was about to retort when she was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the telephone.

Mrs. Brian got up to answer the phone. A moment later, she walked over excitedly and said to Lin Xiuyi, "It's the FBI calling. They saw the live news broadcast and want to meet with us immediately."

Lin Xiuyi and Fei Yingli exchanged a glance, knowing that this storm had only just begun.

……

Inside a penthouse suite at a five-star hotel in Los Angeles.

Vermouth was half-naked, wearing only black lace lingerie, curled up on imported Italian silk sheets, with a thin blanket casually draped around her waist, revealing her smooth back and long legs.

She was tied to the bed by Lin Xiuyi all night and barely slept a wink.

It wasn't until I returned to the hotel in the morning that I was finally able to relax my tense nerves.

She was fast asleep, her long golden hair spread out on the pillow, her usually sharp eyes closed, less dangerous and more peaceful.

Just as she was fast asleep, the phone in the room suddenly rang shrilly.

Vermouth frowned in her dream, unconsciously pressing the pillow under her head, trying to block out the annoying noise.

But the person on the other end of the phone was clearly very patient; the phone kept ringing as if it would never stop.

"Damn..."

Vermouth finally lost her temper, sat bolt upright in bed, grabbed the receiver, and spoke in a hoarse, angry voice.
"Who!"

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly shocked by her tone, and remained silent for a long while before coldly replying,
"it's me!"

Just those two words sent a shiver down Vermouth's spine, banishing all her sleepiness.

She immediately climbed out of bed, stood barefoot on the floor, and unconsciously straightened her body.
"Boss! Is something the matter?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" The voice on the other end of the phone was as cold as ice. "Are you still fast asleep in your hotel room?"

Vermouth's brain raced, quickly concocting a plausible explanation: "There was a school shooting in Los Angeles yesterday, and the Japanese boy who killed the gunman lives at Brian's house."

“I was looking for an opportunity all night, but because of what happened during the day, there were police officers patrolling around Brian’s house all night.”

She paused briefly to make her tone sound more believable.

"I was worried things would escalate, so I wanted to wait until the Japanese boy left before I said anything. I didn't return to the hotel until the morning..."

Towards the end, her voice carried a hint of grievance, half-jokingly.

This is an effective strategy she has developed over the years: showing appropriate weakness can often defuse the anger of superiors.

In the past, if she acted like this, the boss would basically not care about her minor mistakes.

But today, the boss on the other end of the phone was clearly in a bad mood and was completely unmoved by her words: "Turn on the TV."

"Yes."

A sense of foreboding rose in Vermouth's heart. She put down the receiver, walked to the wall, and turned on the television. Without changing the channel, she already understood why the Boss was so furious. Almost every major news channel was reporting on the Brian family's situation.

CNN’s headline was particularly striking: “The Dark Side of Medical Genius: Human Experimentation and Serial Murders.”

The Associated Press was broadcasting live from outside Brian's house, where reporters were packed in.

……

News of the deaths of Noah, the son of the Brians, for refusing to continue participating in human experiments, which also led to the death of his sister Lily, has spread throughout the United States.

In the news footage, a close-up of the Brians holding their diary was shown, and key passages from Lily's diary were read aloud by the host.

So this is the plan that little rascal came up with...

Vermouth couldn't help but smile, feeling both surprised and full of admiration.

Making a big fuss will indeed deter organizations that don't want to attract attention from taking action recklessly for a short period of time.

Lin Xiuyi's move protected the Brians at the same time, exposing the organization's crimes to the light of day, which can be considered killing two birds with one stone.

But she still has a lot of trouble to deal with...

Vermouth glanced at the microphone in her hand, quickly composed herself, and then said in a panicked tone, "I'm sorry, Boss, I didn't expect things to turn out this way. If I had acted last night..."

"Alright, you can't blame yourself entirely!"

The boss on the other end of the phone chuckled coldly, his voice laced with suppressed anger.

"No one could have imagined that a kid from Japan would discover something that the Brians had been searching for for over a year so quickly."

Hearing this, Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief, but her voice still betrayed her fear.

"Boss, what do we do now?"

"That wretched Japanese brat, if it weren't for him, things wouldn't have turned out like this..."

Vermouth always felt that the boss on the other end of the phone seemed to be gritting his teeth when he spoke.

She quickly advised, "Boss, it's not a good time to take action against that kid, is it? Because of yesterday's shooting, he's the focus of the entire United States now. If something happens to him at this time, it certainly won't be a good thing for the organization."

“I didn’t tell you to kill him now,” the Boss said coldly. “A Japanese man can’t stay in America forever. Get rid of him when he goes back to Japan.”

That little rascal really got himself into big trouble...

Vermouth thought to herself with mixed feelings, but her reply revealed nothing unusual.
"I will definitely take care of him."

“I’m waiting for your good news,” the Boss said, seemingly about to hang up.

Vermouth quickly asked, "What about the FBI agent? With things getting this big, it seems unnecessary to get rid of him."

"The previous mission has been cancelled."

"And what about me?" Vermouth asked. "Should I stay in the United States, or go back to Japan?"

"Stay in the US for now," the boss thought for a moment. "Let's see how things develop. We might need you later."

“Yes!” Vermouth nodded quickly.

After hanging up the phone, she breathed a sigh of relief, casually draped a silk robe over her shoulders, and fastened her belt.

She walked to the wine cabinet in the corner of the room, took out an expensive bottle of Bordeaux red wine, and poured it into a crystal glass… (End of Chapter)