No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

Now, a large group of low-ranking members of the Black Organization appeared behind each of the three vans, while Kitahara Masaki's men only had one motorcycle. However, Kitahara Masaki quickly noticed a black pickup truck following the first van, and a kid speeding along on a skateboard following the second van.

Shuichi Akai and Conan.

"Vermouth, use a sniper rifle to take out the pursuers behind the third van. We've already dealt with the first two."

Instead of asking why, Vermouth immediately began sniping at the lower-ranking members behind the third van where Kitahara Masaki was. Although her sniping skills weren't quite at the level of one-shot kills, they were enough to slow down the pursuers.

Then Kitahara Masaki told Conan via cell phone that he was being pursued by a large group of Black Organization soldiers.

"what should I do?"

“Take care of them.”

"So many people, how is that possible!"

"Think of a way yourself."

Then he instructed his subordinate, who was near the first van, to go directly to the window of the black pickup truck and tell him, "The large group of people behind are members of the Black Organization; they're now in the hands of your FBI."

Unexpectedly, Akai Hideki stared expressionlessly at the motorcyclist who was talking on his phone. Since this motorcyclist was just a nobody, there was no point in bothering him anymore. If what the person behind him said was true, it meant that the FBI would finally be able to catch the members of the Black Organization!

After seeing that the pursuers had been dealt with on all three fronts, Kitahara Masaki lay in the passenger seat waiting for news, while in the driver's seat was naturally the 'target of protection' this time—Kikuta, although his role was no longer significant at this point.

However, Kikuta, who was able to become the president of a large company, also had a good eye for people. Even while driving, he could see that Kitahara Maki had no intention of protecting him.

As if possessed, he said fiercely:

"Heh, Officer Kitahara, how come you're taking so many phone calls and sending so many text messages while on official business? Are you perhaps the real Napoleon?"

What was said in jest was taken seriously. Kitahara Masaki's sharp gaze immediately fell on him. Kikuta knew he had said the wrong thing and was just thinking about how to apologize when Kitahara Masaki waved his hand, telling him to stop the car immediately.

"Stop now? Aren't we going to drive in circles and then back to the hospital?"

Drive back to the hospital my ass.

Kitahara Masaki sneered inwardly. He could see in the rearview mirror that Vermouth had already taken care of most of the pursuers, and the rest were retreating with those who had been sniped.

So it's very likely that Rum will take action himself next. As for Kitahara Masaki, who has never witnessed Rum's actions, he certainly won't let Vermouth deal with him alone, because that would be far too dangerous.

Now that he's stopped the van and let Kikuta get out, he's practically slapped the bait right in Rum's face. If Rum isn't tempted, he's unlikely to take on the mission of 'dealing with Napoleon'.

"Masaki, are you sure you want me to retreat now?"

“That’s right. If it’s Rum, he has no reason to kill me, but he does have a reason to kill you. So retreat immediately. Ai will tell you the retreat route. Oh, and lastly, shoot through the rear tires of the van.”

Vermouth silently hung up the phone. After carrying out Kitahara Masaki's orders, she left the sniping location and immediately left using the pre-prepared retreat route.

Meanwhile, Rum, in the distance, was monitoring the three vans with his drone. He had originally been thinking of going to see who the sniper who was obstructing the lower-level members was, but then he thought that if the real Napoleon was like him, still using disposable pawns, changing the drone's monitoring target would give that guy an excellent opportunity.

So Vermouth, Conan, and Shuichi Akai each used their unique skills. Vermouth used a sniper rifle to repel the organization members on one of the paths; Conan blocked the path with a giant soccer ball, and he had already left the second path to avoid being seen by the organization members.

However, Rum did witness Shuichi Akai sniping the tires of the chess pieces' motorcycles with his sniper rifle. He merely snorted and kept the FBI agent in mind, intending to settle the score later. The experienced Rum wouldn't change his mission objective on the spur of the moment. Killing Napoleon, who knew the organization's secrets, was the top priority. Everything else could wait, especially since he didn't have enough manpower to track these newly emerged targets.

Come on, come on, let me see what kind of person you, Napoleon, really are.

Boom!

The mysterious sniper, who was standing on the same side as the real Napoleon, blew out the rear tire of the third van. The van, which was already slowly slowing down, quickly came to a stop, and two people got out—Kikuta and Kitahara Masaki.

What exactly is Napoleon up to? Kitahara Masaki's public identity is that of a police officer, but his secret identity is Yavin Yi of the Black Organization. Does he think Kitahara Masaki is someone who can be easily dealt with? Or does he think he has created an opportunity to lure me in?

Just kidding—Rum touched his prosthetic eye. Ever since he was seriously injured more than ten years ago, he had become much more cautious and no longer planned to personally go to the battlefield. After all, he was the second-in-command of the Black Organization. Although most of the members with names on their names were not trustworthy, he could call for a whole bunch of pawns if he wanted them.

Could it be that Napoleon couldn't wait any longer and wanted to deal with Kikuta directly?

Chapter 345 Rum: How could I have been seen through?

Rum's expression was ashen as he controlled the drone to fly forward, only to have it shot down by Kitahara Masaki.

Seeing Kitahara Masaki raise his gun and fire at the end, Rum's low blood pressure was immediately cured. However, since he had not told any of the members with alcoholic beverages about this mission, Kitahara Masaki was just doing his job as a policeman. Even if Rum was so angry that he had a stroke, he could not be said to be disrupting the mission.

Rum had no choice but to wait for reports from the organization members around Kikuta.

"Rum, the spot where someone was sniping is now deserted!"

Vermouth quickly evacuated under Kitahara Masaki's orders, and the organization members failed to intercept her.

"Never mind, that sniper isn't the key. Use the binoculars to check the third van and see if anything happens near that businessman, Kikuta!"

The organization members who picked up binoculars looked towards Kitahara Masaki and Kikuta's location, but what they didn't know was that Kitahara Masaki was watching their movements through a surveillance camera.

Although that spot was a high vantage point, you could only see the left side of the van; the right side was not clearly visible.

And this is what Kitahara Maki designed.

With the pursuers behind them and the drones in the sky gone, the only place that could observe this place was Vermouth's sniping spot. Rum would definitely send someone to that sniping spot, and once he found that there was no one there, he would definitely have the organization members who missed their target become observers to keep an eye on the situation here.

All of this was predicted by Kitahara Masaki, and now things are unfolding exactly as he foresaw. Rum's failure more than a decade ago made him overly cautious, causing him to only personally intervene after confirming all the circumstances and seeing the real Napoleon. As a result, he kept losing his chips in this gamble, and because of his mission, he could only keep calling, which was the reason for his failure.

In the blink of an eye, Kitahara Masaki had already pulled Kikuta to the right side of the van. Although the organization's observers could confirm that the two were on the side of the vehicle, they couldn't see what they were doing.

Suddenly, another motorcycle rushed towards the van from a short distance away. The rider was wearing a full-coverage helmet and a coat, making it impossible to tell his appearance.

After a while, the observers saw the rider rush to the side of the van. They didn't know exactly what the interaction between the three was, but the rider quickly rushed out from the side and then drove away.

"what happened!"

The observers were in a panic, but soon they saw Kitahara Masaki, his hands covered in blood, stagger out from the side, his fierce expression clearly visible through the binoculars.

"Rum! Napoleon brutally murdered Kikuta in front of Kitahara Masaki, and now that man in the overcoat riding the motorcycle is Napoleon!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Go after them!"

Just as Rum finally mobilized the remaining men to hunt down 'Napoleon', Kitahara Masaki restarted the van and slowly drove towards the hospital. The person sitting in the passenger seat was Vermouth. She took off her hair tie and let her long hair down. The smile on her face was one that you could never get tired of seeing.

"I still find it a bit unrealistic that they fooled Rum like that."

"How is it unrealistic? The first time I used the Ross people to put on that big show, I fooled all of Japan. This time, I only fooled Rum."

Rum lost sight of Napoleon and was anxious to capture him. As for the lower-level members of the organization, they had a preconceived notion that the person who was stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, was definitely their target, Napoleon. In addition, the guy that Kitahara Masaki couldn't capture even when he was seriously injured must be Napoleon, who could go toe-to-toe with Rum.

So when they informed Rum of the situation, even if they didn't confirm that the motorcyclist was Napoleon, they would still mobilize all remaining resources to track down this last remaining clue.

In other words, from the very beginning, Rum and his organization had no choice. In an intelligence-driven operation, Kitahara Maki, who could play multiple roles, and Vermouth, who could play everyone, along with the cyber hacker Ai, were enough to outmaneuver Rum and his group.

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"It's right ahead! Napoleon is in the warehouse district ahead!"

The organization members responsible for tracking him were excited. After all, if they caught the real Napoleon, their reward would be very generous, enough to allow them to live a carefree life for at least ten years, if not for a lifetime.

Rum, being the second-in-command of the Black Organization, immediately sensed something was amiss. It was like a giant, predatory pit, with only two escape routes. If the Black Organization deployed patrol boats along the way, anyone who entered would have no chance of escape.

With that in mind, Rum ordered the remaining lower-ranking members of the organization to go in and search, while he himself disguised himself again as a worker and strolled around the entrance, squatting by the roadside to rest just like the other workers. The surrounding workers did not recognize this unfamiliar face at first, but after Rum handed over a few cigarettes, the group of workers hit it off immediately, chatting happily.

Less than ten minutes later, after all the members of the organization had gone inside, a large number of police vehicles arrived and blocked the entrance to the warehouse area. Even the sirens of the water police could be heard at the entrance.

Sure enough.

Rum's face was ashen, and he was too lazy to investigate who this 'Napoleon' really was. He was probably just a character in a play put on by the Public Security Bureau, and Kitahara Masaki was forced to join in after being informed of the play by the Public Security Bureau.

However, because Rum was too arrogant and didn't contact Kitahara Masaki to find out the Public Security Bureau's plan, he almost fell into their trap!

Rum slowly left the scene, got into a taxi, and pressed the detonation button, directly detonating the vehicles of the organization members. Rum brutally killed all the members who were trying to drive out of the police encirclement. The police, seeing the vehicles turned into raging flames, knew that there was absolutely no chance of the organization members inside surviving.

The fact that Napoleon joined this "murder contest" was orchestrated by the Public Security Bureau. Was the real Napoleon already in contact with the Public Security Bureau, or was he recruited by them?

But this style of doing things doesn't seem like the usual style of the police...

Rum was completely baffled and never considered the possibility that Kitahara Masaki was behind it. After all, he had never told Yavin Yi or Vermouth about his plan to lure Napoleon into a trap. The self-important Rum never thought that his plan could be seen through.

Chapter 346 Substitution

However, Rum had long been seen through by Kitahara Masaki, not only in his identity but also in his schemes. The person who left on the motorcycle was Kikuta.

After Kitahara Masaki impersonated Kikuta as 'Napoleon', he used a pre-planned excuse to tell Amuro Tooru part of his plan. Kikuta had already left in disguise as Napoleon for five minutes, and Amuro Tooru had no way to stop him. He could only send people to block the warehouse area.

Even before Amuro was in the van, the Public Security Bureau had already captured the lower-ranking members of the organization who were pursuing them, realizing that the organization was involved in this operation. Kitahara Masaki had told him without his knowledge that Kikuta had been used as bait to lure away a large group of pursuers. This left Amuro feeling both helpless and excited. If they could capture enough members of the organization, the Japanese Public Security Bureau would become famous overnight, and it would make other countries realize that the Black Organization was a very dangerous organization.

Having thought this through, Amuro Tooru could only follow Kitahara Masaki's script and head to the warehouse district. When the Public Security Bureau arrived at the warehouse district and set up defenses at the entrances and exits, the mastermind behind these members detonated the bomb in their car, causing this mission, which was almost successful, to fail and turn from an encirclement and annihilation operation into a firefighting operation.

Drop drop-

Amuro Tooru took out his phone and saw that it was Kitahara Maki calling.

"Hey, Officer Sasao, have you caught those 'Napoleons' yet?"

They were all low-level members of the Black Organization, not the assassin 'Napoleon'.

"Ahem, the mastermind detonated the bomb on the vehicle after we surrounded his men, so we had no chance of capturing them."

"I see—what a pity. I thought that staging a show would bring out the mastermind, but it seems that the thief leader slipped away at the last minute."

“Sigh, Officer Kitahara, your arbitrary actions this time will cause a lot of problems.”

"Haha, Officer Sasae, I'm leaving it to you Public Security Bureau. I'm here from the Metropolitan Police Department to provide support, but I've already handed over the bulk of the arrest operation to you."

Amuro Tooru's forehead veins bulged, his words implying that the police's inability to catch the suspect was their own fault, and they shouldn't blame others for their incompetence. If anyone else had said that, Amuro Tooru would have definitely taught them a lesson. But now, Kitahara Masaki had indeed given most of the credit to the police, and it was a fact that they hadn't caught the suspect.

It's infuriating. After being mocked, I have to endure it, and then they have to clean up the mess.

"Next time—I hope that next time Officer Kitahara comes up with such a brilliant plan, he can let us know in advance."

The only person I can completely trust is Vermouth. Amuro Tooru, you're bound to be tricked by me again next time. But I see you've captured quite a few members of the organization this time, so you should be able to make amends.

Because Kikuta was also killed in the explosion, this unlucky guy believed Kitahara Masaki's lies and thought he would be safe once he escaped to the warehouse area. Before he could react, two groups of big men swarmed over him. The double-man situation made it hard for him to breathe, but soon after the heat wave from the explosion swept over him, he no longer needed to breathe.

A few days later, the police, who had been keeping the news under wraps, released the conclusion that Kikuta had committed suicide at his home. Before the reporters could even interview the police, Kikuta's body had already been put into the incinerator and burned again.

Most of the low-level members of the organization who were caught this time were arrested by the police, while a small number were taken back to a safe house for interrogation by the FBI. Kitahara Masaki also happily tricked Rum once. Although the police did not catch Rum, this time, by taking advantage of the situation and reasonably inducing him, the number of low-level members of the organization in Japan was greatly reduced. Basically, what remained were some old, weak, sick and disabled people, or some gangsters with extremely poor discipline who only knew how to fight.

Most of the low-ranking members Rum summoned died tragically, some even being blown up by Rum himself. Those who survived were mostly arrested by the police and the FBI. From now on, Rum won't have anyone willing to take on his missions. Of course, he can threaten people into doing things for him, but the key issue is that so many people were summoned this time that Japan's low-ranking members will be short-handed from now on.

After this incident, Rum will have to rely on members of the "Alcoholic" group whenever he undertakes missions, and his reputation within the organization will be completely ruined.

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Kitahara Masaki drove the van back to the hospital's underground parking lot. After parting ways with Vermouth, the two went to meet up at a bar run by the organization. They ran into Potter, the person in charge of the organization's finances, who was drinking alone, probably facing some difficulties again. Kitahara Masaki gave Vermouth a wink, and the two of them went over to talk to Potter.

"What's wrong? The acquisition of the Japanese company should have gone smoothly, right? Those gangsters who wanted to stop us have all been wiped out, haven't they?"

"Hehe, that's true, but recently..."

Potter was still hoping to brush it off while drinking, but Vermouth pressed him further: