Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 925 Professor Agasa, get me a helicopter, I need it urgently.
In the dimly lit room, a live broadcast from the Public Security Bureau headquarters was playing on the computer screen.

This is a live news broadcast.

The screen's light shone on a rounded sphere, making it gleam.

Only after zooming in did I realize, oh, it was Rum's big bald head.

He sat silently in the sofa chair, a glass of amber rum beside him.

He took small, light sips, his only eye fixed on the television, his hand slowly clenching into a fist.

"The Public Security Police Headquarters is absolutely the most heavily guarded organization in all of Japan and even the world. No one can easily take anything from here."

On the television screen, an unnamed leader was speaking with his head held high, full of enthusiasm, a smile on his lips, and gesturing wildly.

"We hereby warn certain criminal gangs to surrender as soon as possible and not to think about resisting."

"In this invasion, we successfully captured all the prisoners in less than 24 hours."

"There are three criminals in total. We cannot disclose their specific identities, but we can tell you that this is a very dangerous transnational criminal group."

"At the same time, I also warn all individuals or organizations that endanger Japan's national security: if you have such thoughts, then give them up; if you have already started, then turn yourselves in."

“We have joined forces with the procuratorial system. If someone surrenders themselves to the authorities and reports their accomplices or superiors, and they are successfully apprehended, we can grant them a reduced sentence.”

One reporter immediately stood up, as if grasping the key point, and asked loudly, "Hello, does this statement mean that 'judicial transactions' within the inspection system are genuine, and wouldn't this kind of behavior lead to a reduction in the cost of crime?"

The spokesperson did not answer the question, but merely glanced at it and then ignored it.

Rum, watching TV, had veins popping out on his forehead.

This press conference was undoubtedly aimed at himself.

The police were blatantly slapping them in the face, while simultaneously saying, "See? Your useless underlings not only failed to succeed, but they were also successfully arrested by us."

Rum silently closed his eyes; he still didn't know what had happened.

All he knew was that he couldn't contact Kiel and Arak starting that night.

Binga, acting as the contact, was initially able to get through on the phone, but later became completely unreachable, as if he had vanished.

Then, not long after, I saw the live stream of the press conference.

Curaçao, Arak, Binga, Kiel.
His trusted confidant, subordinate, and trump card has only been in Japan for less than half a month, right?
All offline!

He previously thought that Gin's miserable situation in Japan was entirely due to his personal incompetence.

It seems quite impressive that the other side managed to keep so many codenamed members alive.

"Damn it!"

The wine glass was smashed hard on the ground, making a loud crashing sound.

The peripheral members passing by heard the sound of breaking glass, but they did not open the room. Instead, they walked more cautiously, afraid of being caught by an angry Rum for making too much noise.

At this time, Gin was not at the base.

He has arrived in Osaka.

The clues provided by Tequila were indeed valuable; after a night of surveillance, they did find traces of the FBI.

FBI agents are actually quite easy to spot because it's rare to see Europeans and Asians mixed together, especially since these people's eyes, movements, and expressions don't resemble those of ordinary people.

However, he did not find Shuichi Akai throughout the entire night.

"Boss, when do we make our move?"

"Tequila," asked Tequila, dressed up as Kaito.

"No rush. We need to see Shuichi Akai make another move. Our target is him; the lives of the others are irrelevant."

As Gin said this, he lit another cigarette.

In fact, he had smoked at least two packs in one day, so his addiction was not that strong.

Meanwhile, Shuichi Akai had just arrived in Osaka.

He had been in Tokyo for the past few days, and it wasn't until this morning's news that he specifically asked the FBI headquarters to investigate and obtain some information.

As expected, this press conference was aimed at the Black Organization.

He was very curious about the three codenamed members whose fates were unknown, and thought about returning to the Osaka base to gather manpower and find an opportunity to gather some information.

Yuri is not suitable; he is Xia Chuan's brother-in-law, and it's not appropriate to take action against him.

However, there is another person in the Public Security Headquarters named Kazami Yuya, who is quite suitable as a target. I heard that he has a good relationship with Yuri and should know who the three codenamed members are and where they are.

At this point, he had no idea that his base was being monitored, nor that the three people were already dead.

"Carmel, who do you think these three codenamed members of the Black Organization who were apprehended by the police are?"

Carmel, who was driving, shook his head. "I just arrived the day before yesterday. How could I possibly know about this?"

Carmel was deported back to the United States some time ago, but re-entered the country two days ago under a different identity.

In Japan, changing one's identity and infiltrating is incredibly easy; it's so simple that all one needs to do is stick a tuft of beard on their chin, and facial recognition systems won't be able to detect that they are actually FBI agents.

But doing so is risky.

Previously, the police had made an agreement with the FBI that if any FBI agents entered Japanese territory without reporting their presence, they could be shot and killed regardless of their identity!

So, he actually came to Japan at great risk.

But he came anyway.

It wasn't just because of duty, but also because of shame towards Shuichi Akai.

After all, if it weren't for him, Moroboshi Dai wouldn't have been exposed.

Shuichi Akai remained calm and did not appear agitated by Camel's inability to provide assistance.

"Let's go back to base first."

The Chevrolet drove forward.

After an unknown amount of time, Shuichi Akai suddenly straightened his back.

"What's wrong, Shuichi?"

"Don't go home yet, go for a couple of laps."

"Oh."

Although he didn't know why, Carmel did as he was told; it was a driver's instinct.

After some time, the night gradually darkened, and the streetlights lit up one by one.

"Eh."

"What's wrong?" Gin suddenly asked.

Vodka shook his head: "No, I just saw a Chevrolet. I remember Rye used to like driving them."

Every time I see a Chevrolet, I can't help but think of rye whiskey, which is also associated with Shuichi Akai.

Once, the other person was also my teammate, someone I could rely on.

Unexpectedly, that person turned out to be an FBI undercover agent.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. After all, he should be able to avoid such obvious characteristics and habits."

Gin: "Hmm."

Kaito: "."

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?
If Shuichi Akai avoids this feature, then what is this Porsche 356A anyway?
Do you think that just because it's black, it can blend into the night and no one can tell?
"Big brother, I think Vodka is right. That car should be Shuichi Akai's." Kaito reminded him, forcing himself to speak.

Cleverness and wit are the hallmarks of agave; its identity must remain intact.

"Why?" Gin asked.

"Because this is the second time he has passed by."

With his high intelligence, Kaito can easily remember certain things, such as license plates.

Especially since this car had passed by just half an hour ago, and now it's passing by again, it seems unusual.

"Chase!"

Gin ignored the situation at the base and ordered Vodka to start the car and chase after the vehicle that was about to disappear around the corner. "Shuichi, they're catching up. Looks like you guessed right, it really is Gin."

"But how exactly were we discovered? Wasn't this base supposed to be very well-hidden? We even moved to Osaka to avoid being noticed."

Shuichi Akai ignored him and instead dialed the base's number directly.

"It's me. Evacuate immediately. Be aware that there may be members of the Black Organization around. Stay vigilant."

After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone.

I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that the Porsche 356A was following very closely.

It looks like vodka is driving.

However, Carmel is not bad either.

The Chevrolet sped along, while the old car behind it looked like it was about to fall apart. In reality, its interior had been modified with vodka, and its engine, tires, and brakes were all top-of-the-line.

Even the gasoline they use is the best quality.

It's not 92/95/98, but a specially formulated professional gasoline.

It quickly increased its speed to match that of the Chevrolet, and even seemed poised to catch up.

"Heiji, look at the talisman I just got from the temple. Put it in this metal box and wear it with you every day."

Kazuha Toyama emerged from a shrine, taking a few steps at a time, and arrived in front of Heiji Hattori under the archway.

"Honestly, it's not true that the more amulets you have, the better. I already have the one you gave me."

Hattori Heiji said helplessly and threw the safety helmet over.

Kazuha Toyama stuck out her tongue. That's just how Heiji is; he has absolutely no sense of romance.

However, this talisman is not actually a protective charm, but rather a charm to prevent extramarital affairs.

It's a new talisman from this shrine; many students have bought it, and I heard it's very effective.

To prevent Ooka Momiji from poaching her boyfriend, she chose to take action.

I've heard Aoko say that magic really exists in the world.

Therefore, the anti-mistress charm must also have magical properties.

Instead of putting on the helmet, she opened a small cylinder and prepared to stuff the talisman inside.

Swah——

A car sped by.

Kazuha Toyama was startled, and the talisman in his hand almost flew away.

"Crazy, this is the city, are you rushing to be reborn at this speed?" she muttered.

Just as I bent down to start operating the machine again, another black vintage car sped past.

This car is faster.

Kazuha Toyama lost her grip on the amulet, which was blown away by the strong wind.

"Ah! My lucky charm! What's going on with these two cars? I need to tell Officer Otaki."

Kazuha Toyama stared at the direction the car had gone, angrily pulling out his phone to call Officer Otaki, when he heard Kawasaki suddenly start up beside him.

She looked up in confusion and saw Hattori Heiji, who had already put on his helmet and started the engine.

"Heiji."

"It feels strange. I'll go check it out. You go home first."

Kazuha Toyama was left standing there, inhaling a mouthful of exhaust fumes. By the time she realized what was happening, Kawasaki had already disappeared.

Compared to cars, Kawasaki motorcycles offer greater maneuverability in both urban and rural areas.

Therefore, Heiji Hattori followed closely, even taking the time to take out his phone to make a call.

"Hey, Hattori, what's up?"

Conan had just finished watching TV at Professor Agasa's house when he learned about the Public Security Bureau's situation. Combining this with the fact that the professor had been arrested, he realized that the Public Security Bureau was also involved in this matter.

He was just about to stake out Yuri at the Public Security Headquarters when he received a call from Hattori Heiji.

He seemed a little impatient; if Hattori Heiji couldn't say something that interested him, he would definitely hang up the phone immediately.

"The engine is so loud, are you speeding?"

Before Heiji Hattori could speak, Conan continued, "Driving this fast, be careful you don't get seen by the traffic police. Even if you're the chief's son, it probably won't do you any good."

"Please, what time is it and you're still joking?"

Hattori Heiji snorted and said directly, "I saw a black Porsche 356A speeding in the city. I suspect it's Gin's car. He also seems to be chasing a white Chevrolet."

Conan was stunned for a moment.

Porsche 356A speeding?
An old car that can speed? No doubt, this must be Gin's car.

Normally, a classic car would fall apart long ago if it were speeding; only someone like Gin would bother to modify and reinforce it.

"But what's with chasing after Chevrolets?"

Suddenly, Shuichi Akai's face popped into Conan's mind.

If I remember correctly, Shuichi Akai seems to have a particular fondness for Chevrolet.

We met a few times, and on several occasions he was driving a Chevrolet.

"It's possible the Black Organization discovered the FBI. Be careful!"

"I'll be right there"

Conan was stunned for a moment, and when he thought about Osaka, he felt powerless.

Too far.

"Alright, you follow me for now, just don't get spotted. I'll figure out how to get a helicopter right now, it should only take two hours at most."

Conan turned around and hurriedly looked at Professor Agasa: "Professor Agasa, get me a helicopter, I need it urgently."

Dr. Agasa: "."

Suburbs of Osaka.

The two vehicles have entered the mountainous area. The road ahead is difficult, but the distance between them is closing.

However, that was enough for Shuichi Akai.

His original intention was to draw people away and prevent the agents from being in danger.

With these agents in trouble, he lost his helpers, making it even harder to find his mother.

"Shuichi, the road keeps getting narrower, we might not be able to drive any further."

Because it's a sedan, not an SUV, you can still hear the sound of friction from the chassis from time to time.

"Get out of the car!" Shuichi Akai made the decision immediately.

By the time Vodka and the others caught up, the Chevrolet had already been abandoned in the middle of the road.

Gin carefully examined the ground and quickly spotted the footprints. "This way, chase after them!"

Kaito looked at Gin's serious expression and felt a pang of emotion.

This talented person seems to still have a strong attachment to Shuichi Akai.

No wonder Natsukawa used this method to see through Gin's heart.

After several encounters, he discovered that Gin was quite intelligent; he could only discern the details of the other person's actions, but he couldn't see through their inner thoughts.

But Natsukawa had already seen through Gin's thoughts.

I know that Gin is very bothered by Shuichi Akai.

Using this method, he both transferred Gin away from the group and gave Shuichi Akai a beating.

A two-birds-with-one-stone strategy.

(End of this chapter)