The world of science is unscientific

The FBI has now confirmed that the organization sent approximately 60 gifts to patients in the hospital ward.

Regardless of whether every document contained a bomb, the FBI had to conduct a full recovery operation.

"We are gradually depleting our manpower."

"We have to accept the organization's arrangements and are constantly being led by the nose..."

Judy felt a sense of powerlessness after returning from dropping the bomb.

His expression was full of disappointment.

She was at a loss for what to do.

"The organization's operation this time was of a very high standard; I wonder who was behind it."

James's beard twitched. "He should be the highest-ranking officer in the Piano Bar area, no, in all of Japan."

Conan felt a chill run down his spine.

No, Gin, why did you come to me in the first place?

With your status, why would you personally handle underground transactions?

I'm fucking speechless!

Conan couldn't help but look at Andrei Cameron again.

If it weren't for your mistake, Mr. Akai would have captured Gin two years ago!

You really are Vodka, aren't you!?

The situation is tense, and no one is paying attention to Conan's inner monologue.

"In short, let's try to recover all the bombs first."

At this moment, Judy volunteered again, her expression resolute: "We absolutely cannot let anyone get hurt because of us!"

Your attitude is still very good, but haven't we all been hurt because of you?

Conan, who didn't know when he had developed this habit, instantly finished his mental吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online commentary or criticism), and then affirmed Jodie's behavior.

Just as Judy was about to leave, James Black spoke up again, "Let's move Rena Mizunashi."

Everyone was completely dumbfounded upon hearing this.

You... have changed your mind again?

Perhaps sensing their confusion, James Black composed himself and said, "Judy is right. We can't keep being led by the nose by the organization like this."

"No matter what, we must protect Rena Mizunashi, and we must also protect the lives of the other unrelated civilians."

"Why not take advantage of the fact that the organization's main focus is still on keeping us busy and use this opportunity to get rid of Rena Mizunashi?"

Upon hearing this, Conan became anxious.

You actually turned your head when I asked you to?

If you manage to seize this opportunity and successfully move Rena Mizunashi away, what will happen to my and Mr. Akai's plans?

Unfortunately, Conan lacks the ability to participate in the final decision-making process.

After considering it for a moment, Shuichi Akai did not object.

It wasn't that he abandoned the plan.

Rather, he simply didn't believe that his arch-rival could be faked out by James Black.

Seeing that no one objected, James Black waved his hand and said, "Then let's get started."

"Judy, take some men to retrieve the bomb."

"Shuichi, you will personally oversee the vehicle carrying Rena Mizunashi."

"Now, act!"

Conan really wanted to ask, "What about me?"

He hesitated for a moment but still didn't speak.

He couldn't help with either of these matters at all; he could only observe and wait for news while also striving to be an excellent director.

Shuichi Akai quickly arranged for someone to bring Rena Mizunashi downstairs.

When he reached the second floor, he ran into Judy again, and the two of them watched the fake news broadcast on the hospital's television that "Rena Mizunashi has recovered and returned to work."

Even if Judy was slow on the uptake, she would eventually understand the organization's true intentions.

Fortunately, the FBI was one step ahead and had already brought Rena Mizunashi down to prepare for her transfer.

Hmph, now the FBI has the upper hand!

Seeing the confidence that inexplicably spread across Judy's face, Shuichi Akai opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

This was a doomed situation from the start. If Conan and I hadn't come up with a way to turn the tide, it would have collapsed long ago!

Still standing here grinning like an idiot.

Chapter 959 Response

a few minutes ago.

"Brother, the FBI has really been fooled by us."

Vodka sounded very relaxed, as if he had already won this time.

But Gin didn't reciprocate this joy. "Hmph, if only that were true."

"This is not normal."

This is indeed his true thought.

How could the FBI, with Shuichi Akai in charge, possibly perform like this?

There were no means of countermeasures, and no resistance whatsoever.

Or is it that Shuichi Akai is unable to participate in decision-making due to the gunshot wound he sustained last night?

If Wei Que really caused such serious injuries to Shuichi Akai, wouldn't it be possible to find an opportunity to go and kill him?

Gin hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, Vodka suddenly became puzzled, "Brother, Gil's video should have already been played by now."

"Why isn't there even the slightest sign of these FBI agents converging?"

Gin instantly pulled his attention away from his thoughts and looked intently at the transmitter's location display.

The light spots were not very dispersed.

Suddenly, the dots of light began to accelerate and surge toward a certain ward.

"Brother, it's like flies swarming towards garbage."

Vodka was delighted again, "More and more people are gathering here. Ha, the FBI is even playing mind games with us, not even changing our hospital rooms."

"They probably never expected that we would directly reposition ourselves."

Gin's eyebrows were becoming increasingly sharp.

He glanced at the time, estimated the distance, and picked up the walkie-talkie. "Get ready, let's begin immediately."

After saying that, he looked at Suzuki Yusuke and said coldly, "You must intercept Kir for me. This time, there can be no failure."

Yusuke Suzuki was such a brat, he just lay in the back seat the whole time, constantly texting and interacting with Ai Haibara.

He was laughing as he handed it out.

Gin's response was simply, "Don't worry about it."

So, this time you really can't blame Gin for his extremely cold tone and eyes.

I have to go now, Gin is calling me.

Yusuke Suzuki put away his phone, sat up straight, looked at Gin, and smiled, "Since it's your request, I certainly won't let you down."

Gin: "..."

Are you crazy?

Do you want to see what you are talking about?

Got it, this guy must have been chatting with that little girl just now.

tsk...

Pervert? Mental illness

"Let's act quickly."

Gin lit a cigarette and stopped talking.

Yusuke Suzuki got out of the car and entered a new communication channel.

inside the car.

Vodka didn't quite understand, but he didn't dare to ask.

I've been criticized so many times!

But Gin didn't want to argue with vodka this time.

Because if Vodka hadn't suddenly spoken up, he might have really missed that crucial information.

Vodka was indeed his trusted confidant for many years; perhaps we should explain.

"The fake video was played almost 90 seconds faster than they could react."

"For the average person, this reaction time is normal."

"But for the FBI, that's too slow."

"But if we add another layer of recalculation time, then it will be just right."

"So, for some reason, the FBI anticipated our objective and decided to move Kiel immediately."

"The only person who could have thought of and made these arrangements is Shuichi Akai."