Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

"Everyone, lean out a little and look down..."

Just as the man turned his face toward the tourists, he suddenly heard the sound of a helicopter rotor spinning behind him.

"Ah, a helicopter!"

"A completely black helicopter is so rare."

Upon hearing the tourist's words, the man turned to look behind him.

A helicopter with its fuselage painted black is flying close to the CN Tower.

"Could that helicopter be...?"

A shadow fell over the man's expression.

Just then, the man's body suddenly shook violently. He felt warm liquid on his chest and looked down.

"what…"

His chest was stained bright red with blood, which quickly soaked through a large area.

The man standing on the edge of the platform fell forward helplessly, and the safety rope connected to the track suddenly tightened, causing the man's body to tilt outwards significantly.

The tourists cheered and applauded when they saw the man leaning out of the air and dangling in mid-air.

No one noticed that blood was flowing from the man's limp sleeve.

The woman sitting with her legs out of the open hatch of the black 0.2-liter helicopter opened her left eye, which was tattooed with a butterfly, and looked away from the scope of her sniper rifle.

The helicopter made a sharp turn and slowly left the CN Tower.

Chianti, a sniper just as skilled as Cohen, looked at the man's suspended body and laughed mockingly: "How ugly. It's a deathly appearance quite fitting for a spy."

After uttering those disdainful words, Chianti moved the microphone on his helmet to his mouth.

"Aquavit has been killed."

"As expected of you, come back right away."

Hearing the voice, Chianti clicked her tongue in annoyance: "Tch, I would have done it even if you hadn't said anything."

Chapter 322 plunges the whole world into panic.

The surface of the Spree River shimmered, reflecting the glow of the setting sun, as a cruise ship slowly approached. Passing through the underpass ahead, the Berlin Cathedral appeared on the left.

On the island within the cathedral, there are five museums and art galleries.

One of them, the Pergamon Museum, resembles a Greek temple, and a woman is seen running behind the museum.

The silenced pistol fired softly, and bullets struck the ground in front of the woman, forcing her to stop.

"Hey, where are you planning to go? Didn't I tell you I'd give you a one-minute reprieve?"

"Vodka said, holding a gun."

The woman glared at him fiercely: "I've already said it, I'm not a spy!"

"Are you saying we've lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong?"

Hearing the voice behind her, the woman turned around abruptly.

Qin 29 slowly emerged from the shadows of the building.

"Right, Ryssler?"

The eyes peeking out from the long bangs flashed with a fierce light, and the woman's body instantly stiffened.

Gin looked at the Spree River flowing past the three of them.

"The positions of the other side and this side are already very clear."

Gin pointed his gun at Riesling.

"Besides you, who else is a spy among us? Spit out their names!"

Vodka looked at Riesling and said, "Hurry up and confess. You don't want to suffer, do you?"

"No matter how many times you ask, I can't answer! I'm not a spy at all. Threatening me won't work, Gin!"

A smile appeared on Gin's lips as he looked at Riesling, who was facing him again.

"Threats? Do you think I would do something so cute?"

His cruel and cold gaze and icy tone sent chills down Riesling's spine.

"Five seconds left."

Just as the vodka countdown began, Riesling took a step back with his left foot, then quickly turned to the left and sprinted toward the riverbank.

"Four, three, two, one"

Gin didn't give chase; instead, he calmly counted down while moving the muzzle of his gun.

"zero!"

Just as Riesling was about to jump into the river, Gin's bullet struck her in the head.

The sound of something falling into the water rang out, and a splash of blood spread across the river.

As Riesling's body surfaced, a cruise ship sailed past her.

The waves crashing against the boat concealed the blood and the body. The tourists on the cruise ship were engrossed in admiring the riverside scenery, and no one noticed the woman's body, struck in the head.

After the cruise ship passed, Vodka walked to the shore, confirmed the body floating on the water, and then turned and nodded to Gin.

"Let's go, hurry up."

Gin said this and started walking away. Vodka asked from behind, "Where are you going?"

"Japan."

"Could it be that?!"

"We're finally going back."

Gin murmured, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Onmyoji, please wait for me..."

"Hey, Vermouth, haven't you found Curaçao yet?"

Rum's somber voice came through the phone.

"Not yet, what? Are you in a hurry?" Vermouth's lips curled slightly.

"Hmph, Gin and Vodka have already taken out all the spies abroad. I've ordered them to head back to Tokyo now, along with Chianti and Cohen. They'll be here soon."

"Are you crazy? Sending so many people here!" Vermouth's eyes widened. "Tokyo is my territory!"

“Not anymore!” Rum’s cold laugh came through the phone. “I’ve already reported to the boss that Curaçao cannot be lost, and we must get our hands on the FBI’s list of undercover agents.”

"Heh." Vermouth laughed. "Have you forgotten? That Onmyoji is in Tokyo. He won't just stand by and do nothing."

"An Onmyoji? Hmph, I've wanted to meet him for a long time. This time, I had Gin bring the organization's latest research results. I want to see whether high-tech weapons are more powerful or the Onmyoji's magic is more powerful."

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth's expression turned cold.

"Damn it, they actually have to use such a weapon. If they anger the Onmyoji, the Black Organization will probably suffer another heavy blow."

"No, I must prepare as soon as possible."

Judy's car was parked in the parking lot as she looked at the photos James had given her.

The photo shows two foreign men and one foreign woman.

"The British M16, the Canadian CSIS, the German BND... intelligence agents from various countries have been assassinated one after another."

"Could it be?"

Judy547 looked away from the photo, and James nodded affirmatively: "What they have in common is that they all infiltrated that organization."

"So it really was those guys from the Black Organization?" Judy said through gritted teeth.

Camel, in the passenger seat, turned around as well: "According to the report sent by Akai, it was Black Organization agent Curaçao who infiltrated the police department and stole the data."

Judy, in the driver's seat, grunted and frowned.

"Two days ago, Vermouth infiltrated the Metropolitan Police Department. I mobilized a large number of people to ambush her, but we came up empty-handed."

“I knew something was wrong right away, so I immediately notified the police department and sent Akai over, but I didn’t expect that Curaçao would still get away. However, I heard that the woman has disappeared and the Black Organization is also looking for her.”

James said coldly, "We must find Curaçao before we suffer greater losses and ascertain the extent of the information leak as soon as possible. The whole world is in a panic right now."

James's gloomy expression was reflected in the back seat window.

Intelligence capable of plunging the entire world into panic?

"What data was stolen?" Judy asked, frowning.

Chapter 323 I'll Give You a Kiss Today

Faced with Judy's furrowed brows and questioning, James replied, "NonOfficialCover."

Upon hearing that word, even someone as composed as Judy felt her heart freeze.

Non-Official Cover (NOC) is abbreviated as NOC.