No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

While Kitahara Masaki was on the phone with the police, that annoying translator swarmed over like a fly, asking all sorts of insensitive questions.

"No, it's nothing. Has the middleman who sells the medicine arrived yet? Time is of the essence."

Kitahara Masaki tapped his watch, looking impatient.

"Please wait patiently a little longer. He'll be here soon. He's probably circling around outside to avoid being tracked by the police."

"The police? You all dare to buy medicine from a drug dealer who has attracted the attention of the police?"

"Haha, our prince has always relied on diplomatic immunity and is not afraid of the Japanese police."

"So you mean he dared to yell at the Japanese police, 'Go ahead and shoot me if you dare,' right?"

The translator smiled awkwardly and nodded.

"But he doesn't dare to shout in China, Russia, or the United States. It seems that the Japanese police are really underestimated."

"Yes, because the anti-drug police of those major countries really dare to fire their guns."

Kitahara Masaki neither confirmed nor denied it; the distant roar of a car engine indicated that the drug dealer had finally arrived.

Kitahara Masaki tapped his earpiece, and Amuro Tooru immediately understood his meaning. He began arranging for people to guard every entrance and exit of the port area, and then personally led his men to capture all the bastards who were spreading the drugs.

"Why is there a new face over there?"

The drug dealers saw Kitahara Masaki as soon as they got out of the car. Kitahara Masaki was already disguised. Although he didn't use system items to disguise himself like before, the most ordinary disguise was enough to make these people think that Kitahara Masaki was just a fierce-looking gangster.

"No, why does it look so familiar? How come you..."

"Have you delivered the goods the prince requested?"

Kitahara Masaki immediately interrupted his thoughts, pulling him back to the drug transaction. As long as they had completed a cash-on-delivery transaction, that would be enough to put these people in jail.

"Isn't that obvious? What about over there?"

The prince also took out the money he had prepared. Just as the transaction was about to proceed smoothly, the drug dealer waved his hand, and his men immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Kitahara Masaki.

"The money is indeed ready, which is great. All the transactions have been going smoothly, but you still haven't answered my question—who exactly are you!"

Tsk, looks like this time it won't be so easy to fool them.

Kitahara Masaki slowly reached his hand to his lower back. If he wanted, the bullets from the police revolver could accurately pierce the heads of these criminals, but making such a big splash would probably be difficult to explain to the police.

Fortunately, Amuro Tooru's teammate was capable enough. The police sirens blared throughout the port area at the right moment, startling both the drug dealers and the prince, who no longer had any intention of digging deeper into Kitahara Masaki's identity.

"Quick! Throw all the cargo into the sea!"

As long as the drugs are scattered into the sea, the police will have no evidence and will be unable to convict them. Although the drug dealers were heartbroken, they couldn't care less at this point and hurriedly told their men to throw the packaged drugs into the sea.

I see. Since most medicines are water-soluble, that's why they chose the port area as the trading location.

"Very smart, but not smart enough."

The moment you showed up here with the medicine, you had already lost.

At this moment, the drug dealer's henchmen tucked their guns into their waistbands because they were about to scatter the drugs into the sea.

“Any normal country would have an absolute aversion to these white powders, so you know what? Basically, more than 100 grams of this medicine is enough to get you sentenced to death.”

Kitahara Masaki's quick steps caught the drug dealers off guard; despite being alone, he completely disregarded them.

"Are you kidding me!"

The moment the drug dealer pulled out his pistol, a bottle opener he'd taken from the bar was already stuck in his arm.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

"Does it hurt? It's good that it hurts; comfort is for the dead."

He was sharp-tongued, but his hands didn't stop either; two seconds later, the pistol was disassembled into parts.

In the world of Detective Conan, powerful physical abilities have an inexplicable buff. Just as Makoto Kyogoku can punch a building's supporting pillar to destroy it, Kitahara Maki's speed is already an afterimage in the eyes of ordinary people, and they can't even aim a pistol after taking it out.

"Isn't this guy from the Hojo Alliance?"

The belatedly realizing Prince's translation finally understood why the underworld hated the drug dealer so much—not because he sold drugs without a license, but rather because of his act of selling drugs.

"What's the point of saying this? The Japanese police are coming soon, let's get out of here!"

Just as the prince's bodyguards lifted him up, a police car with flashing lights crashed through the warehouse door, and several elite police officers in sharp suits got out.

"No, no, no!!! I don't want to be deported! I don't want to go back to that wretched little country and eat sand! Take me away now!"

Realizing he had been tricked, the prince shouted loudly. However, under the guns of the police, his bodyguards surrendered willingly, since no one would risk their life for a drug addict.

"Inspector Kitahara! Are you alright?!"

Upon hearing the question, Kitahara Masaki looked speechlessly at Amuro Tooru, who was already disguised, and said:

"I'm fine, but these people are in trouble."

Amuro Tooru glanced around and saw that most of the people brought by the drug dealers had been knocked down, and most importantly, their hands were twisted in strange directions.

Kitahara Masaki was still holding a man weighing 160 pounds in his hand. After seeing that the police had brought the scene under control, he casually threw the man aside.

"What kind of monster are you? Why can't the bullets hit you?"

Kitahara Masaki slowly turned around, silently raised his right foot, and stepped on the face of the talkative guy.

goo.

Looking at Kitahara Masaki, who was even more ruthless than the yakuza, Kazama Yuya suddenly realized that his thinking was too naive. This man in front of him was a ruthless guy who had single-handedly fought his way out of a burning bar and taken down six armed men.

"Oh dear, I haven't worked late into the night in a long time, I'm really tired. So I'll go home and rest first, and I'll leave the rest of the work to you."

After saying that, Kitahara Masaki left. Cutting off two drug transportation lines in a short time did not give him much of a sense of accomplishment. On the contrary, it made him feel even more disheartened, because as long as there is demand, these drug dealers will still have fertile ground to support them.

This is a war that will never end.

Chapter 38 The Wolf of Rice Flower

The seventh prince of the Kingdom of Abilene was involved in a car accident while intoxicated and has now returned to his country for treatment.

"It was a pleasure working with you, Inspector Kitahara. We initially thought the entire plan would take several days to operate, but thanks to your efforts, we caught two drug dealers in just one night. We look forward to continuing our cooperation."

"I think even without me, the police wouldn't need much time to find evidence to convict these people. So unless it's a special case, please don't bother me anymore."

Kitahara Maki was unwilling to continue this farce. It was obvious that the police intended to make Kitahara Maki work for free while they were temporarily transferring him, and to investigate him at the same time.

"I see. Since Inspector Kitahara has no intention of continuing the cooperation, we still look forward to meeting again next time."

After hanging up the phone, Amuro Tooru picked up the records of the operation again and began to study them carefully.

"Well, Mr. Amuro, Mr. Kitahara remained completely unmoved upon seeing such clearly high-level intelligence records. Doesn't that prove he's definitely not a member of the organization?"

"Kazama, the only thing this operation proves is Kitahara Masaki's outstanding abilities; nothing else is proven."

Screening spies and undercover agents is a long-term battle that cannot be determined in just one or two operations.

However, regarding the surveillance of Kitahara Maki—

"Mr. Amuro! We have new information!"

Kazama handed over the information transmitted via fax, which relieved Amuro Tooru.

"The intelligence agencies in Gaul recently released information that a senior Gaulish official was assassinated. He was cleanly shot in the head. Through on-site evidence comparison, the style of the assassination is similar to that of Yavin Yi when he was active in the United States."

"So, after the organization learned that the United States had arrested a member who knew about Yavin's mission, it immediately arranged for Yavin to be transferred, and while other countries were not on guard, it had Yavin assassinate an official."

"Yes, that's very likely the case."

Since that's the case, the Public Security Bureau personnel responsible for monitoring Kitahara Masaki should all be withdrawn. I'll personally see what this suddenly famous police inspector is thinking.

And so, Kitahara Maki, unaware that his surveillance had been lifted, still had to go to work at the Metropolitan Police Department, where he was bothered by cases from the Public Security Bureau and then by cases from the First Investigative Division.

"Brother Kitahara! What's it like working with the police to solve cases?"

"I didn't feel anything. It was similar to working at the Metropolitan Police Department. The fatigue from working overtime was just as unbearable."

"Haha! You're joking. We haven't had many cases these past few days; we've mostly been dealing with old cases."

Doesn't that mean there's a lot of work to be done?

After being rendered speechless, Inspector Megure remained silent for a while before pulling Takagi aside for questioning:

"Brother Takagi, we haven't received any cases in the First Investigation Division these past few days, right?"

"Yes, Inspector Megure."

"This demonstrates that our police force's high efficiency has instilled fear in potential criminals, so—"

Ding-a-ling—

"Hello. This is the First Investigation Division."

"Hello! Is this Inspector Megure? This is Mori. There's a man dead on Beika Street!"

After hanging up the phone, Inspector Megure's face darkened, and he said angrily:

"It must be that Mori guy who's been cursed with bad luck. Otherwise, how could there be sudden deaths?"

"What a slap in the face!" Kitahara Masaki leisurely ate his breakfast, completely unsurprised. In fact, it would have been surprising if the case hadn't been triggered in this way in the world of Detective Conan.

Therefore, Conan and Mori are both people favored by the world. Every time someone dies, it happens to them, but they are never the victims. This can be described as a kind of incredible luck.

After arriving at the scene at a snail's pace, Kitahara Masaki saw the deceased lying on the ground, clutching his throat, with saliva dripping from his mouth. Judging from the manner of death, he was probably another unfortunate soul who had been poisoned.

"The deceased's name is Tatsuya Nagai, 26 years old, and he currently lives in an apartment on Midoridai 3rd Street, which is two tram stops away from here."

Inspector Megure held up the deceased's driver's license and read out the deceased's basic information.

In Japan, people don't have ID cards or household registration certificates, so when checking someone's identity, they usually look at their driver's license and health insurance card. Fortunately, this man had his driver's license with him, so the police didn't have to go through the trouble of running around to find out his identity.

"So how did you end up at the crime scene again?"

Inspector Megure glared at Kogoro Mouri with displeasure. This mustachioed uncle had interrupted his pleasant conversation with his subordinates, which was truly infuriating.

"Inspector Megure, it seems this case is calling upon me, the great detective Kogoro Mouri! Hahaha!!!"

Kitahara Masaki was too lazy to watch Uncle Mori's antics, but he looked with great interest at Conan, who had been behaving much better lately, or rather, who had devoted all his energy to dating.

And this kid was quite helpful, subtly patting his own shoulder.

Kitahara Masaki glanced at the body and saw that there was indeed some paint on the deceased's shoulder.

"Officer Kitahara! The deceased's drink contained poison, and preliminary analysis suggests it is most likely an organophosphate compound!"