No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

"How often do you report? Have you reported who has the disk?"

“We only need to report once a day, and the higher-ups aren’t interested in the details of the mission. In short, our mission is to retrieve the disks quietly.”

"And what about dealing with that old man who took the disk out of the company, and some other potential insiders, right?"

The thug nodded with a bitter expression.

"And then what? Where did you lock that old man up?"

"Inside the warehouse of the Dragon God Economic Research Institute."

"Dragon God Economic Research Institute? Using such a childish name to name a company, it seems this company is just there to legitimize your existence. Your official identities are probably all security personnel for this company, right?"

"Yes."

The thugs, whose underwear had been seen through, dared not lie, because although Kitahara Masaki spoke in questions, he already knew their identities.

"The owner of the Dragon God Economic Research Institute is a man named Akira Noda. Do you know him?"

"He's our boss. Most of the time he receives assignments from the higher-ups and then comes over to hand them over to us. In reality, he's just a dog of those people at the top, more like a personal secretary."

When will he come?

"If I tell him that the disk has been retrieved, he will definitely come over."

very good!

A personal secretary like this must know a lot. He may not know what his boss is planning, but he definitely knows what his boss is planning with whom.

"Alright, now you're coming back with me to the warehouse where you're holding that old man. Then send him a text message. If I find out that the guy didn't come alone as you said, I'll kill you first as a sacrifice, understand?"

"I understand, I understand. I'm just doing this for money. Buddy, if you want me to do anything later, I'll do it! Tracking is our specialty, and I definitely won't let you down."

Kitahara Masaki smiled, but all the thugs saw was a pale, lifeless fake skin slowly writhing, which almost scared the thugs to death again.

The thug with the navigation got into the car, threw the other unconscious person into the trunk, and then headed towards the warehouse area.

Upon arriving at the warehouse area, only the warehouse of the Dragon God Economic Research Institute remained lit. Looking inside, several thugs who had been called back because of text messages were visible. Kitahara Masaki, pulling at a thug whose mouth was taped shut, forced him to look through a small window on the side of the warehouse and asked:

"Are all the thugs on this mission here?"

"Um-"

He nodded frantically, and seeing this, Kitahara Masaki threw him inside. The five thugs were startled by the sudden appearance of a dark figure lying in front of the door and quickly drew their weapons to check.

"If no one carries firearms, then it's as simple as playing a game."

While they were all facing away from Kitahara Masaki, he used a hand chop to knock them unconscious. When the last person was still conscious, he turned around and found that his companions had all fallen.

Wow!

The remaining guy yelled and raised his right leg to use a side kick, but Kitahara Masaki kicked him between the legs even faster, and he fell to the ground with his eyes bulging out.

I don't understand. All they do all day is raise their legs high. Isn't that just telling people to hurry up and kick my groin? I really don't understand the difference between these so-called styles. The only thing they have in common is that they're stupid.

Seeing his companions being dealt with in no time, the thug who had initially thought he would call for backup now fully understood that they had really kicked a hornet's nest this time.

"Alright, now tell that personal secretary to come over right away, the disk he asked for has been retrieved."

"Yes, yes, sir, I will certainly do as you say!"

At this moment, he prayed that the man was a kind person who would let them go after knocking them unconscious and solving the problem. However, just like morally blackmailing an immoral person, it was pointless; once their value had been completely squeezed dry, they naturally couldn't survive.

The thug typed shakily, sending a text message to Noda Akira, the person who posted the task, to come and pick up the disk. The contents of the disk could be large or small, and the secretary should arrive soon.

Before that, Kitahara Masaki carried the unconscious thugs and threw them into the room to prevent them from being seen by anyone.

Meanwhile, the old man who had originally wanted to entrust the matter to Uncle Mori was also locked in the room. Kitahara Masaki didn't comfort him; he simply poked two vents in a black hood and put it on him.

"Sir! He says he'll be there soon!"

"What? Do you usually have to go and greet him?"

"Yes, Noda Akira has always been a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. When he's with us, he acts like he's the best in the world, but when he's with a big shot, he's just a guy who bows and scrapes."

Ha ha.

Kitahara Masaki had seen far too many of these kinds of guys in the United States. In many assassination attempts, these people were the breakthrough points. Although they couldn't provide weapons or equipment, they could provide their boss's schedule.

Such people are affectionately called 'reserved moles' within the organization.

Chapter 90 It was really kind of you to come and deliver it.

Kitahara Masaki was disguised, so he walked out with his thugs. Seeing Noda Akira's arrogant expression as he got out of the car, Kitahara Masaki immediately went to greet him, saying respectfully:

"Thank you so much, Mr. Noda, for coming so late."

"Hmm—where's the stuff?"

"Oh! Just leave it inside. Did you come alone? Would you like me to take you back later?"

"No need. The bosses don't like suddenly seeing a new face. Besides, you need to understand your role. You're just a—Goo-hoo! Ugh—"

After Kitahara Masaki used the drone to confirm that no one was around and that he had indeed driven there alone, he punched him in the fat belly. Just as the man was about to vomit up his dinner, Kitahara Masaki used an iron rod to hold his chin down, forcing him to swallow it back down.

"What's the Chinese idiom for this? — 'Reap what you sow.'"

Kitahara Masaki lifted the guy whose knees had gone limp and carried him into the warehouse, making him kneel on the ground.

"Go get a rope and tie him up, but don't let him make a sound."

He gave the thug some orders, which gave his already faint hope a little more strength. Kitahara Masaki liked to create the atmosphere that "you still have value, so I won't kill you," before shooting him in the head.

The next step is to see that old man off.

"Sir, you are safe now. But only temporarily."

Kitahara Masaki produced a forged police ID and led him away from the warehouse.

"So...were all those people arrested?"

“The people who came to arrest you here won’t bother you anymore, but there are still people behind them. The key is that because you took that disk, they have all your information.”

The old man had only a simple sense of justice in his heart. When he saw the yin-yang ledger, he only thought that he should find someone to discuss how to get the police involved. He never thought that so many people were involved.

"so what should I do?"

"Grandpa, please don't worry. Who else is in your family?"

"There was no one else... only me, which is why I dared to take the company's secret accounts."

It would be much easier if there was only one person.

"Okay, I'll have someone take you to Hokkaido now. From now on, you'll have to live under a new identity. After all, the old identity has been taken over by criminals, so we have no choice but to do this until we catch all the people involved. Otherwise, you'll always be in danger."

Those who were saved using Napoleon's disguise should now be given something to do.

"Hello, Secretary Hanai, it's been a long time. I'm Napoleon."

"……Hello."

"Don't worry, I don't need you to do anything dangerous. All you need to do now is prepare 500,000 yen, drive to the warehouse district, and then take an old man to Mihana train station."

"I understand."

This is Hanai, the secretary who was the perpetrator in the previous kidnapping case of Naoko Takei. Because Masaki Kitahara let her go, she owes a considerable favor.

"Hey, Miss Nishitani, I wonder how her training is going with you."

"I have already learned the basic art of disguise."

"Very good. Next, go to Beika Station. A woman will escort an old man to your location. First, disguise the old man so that he can no longer be recognized. Then, take the train with him to an address in Hokkaido. The old man may not be very agile, so help him a lot."

What happens after it's delivered to the destination?

"You can come back after that, or you can spend a few days in Hokkaido before coming back."

Ms. Nishitani Rinka was the culprit in the stalker case, but she was forced to commit such a heinous act, so Kitahara Masaki let her go. However, in exchange, Kitahara Masaki had Vermouth train her as a potential asset for the future.

These people all had a conscience. They committed crimes either because of family hatred or because they were forced into it. Therefore, when Kitahara Masaki was an inspector, he let them go. To be precise, after changing into Napoleon's disguise, he cleared away all the evidence that could prove they were the murderers, thus covering up their crimes.

Kitahara Masaki's goal wasn't just to achieve his own goals, but also to have his own people in Tokyo, independent of the Metropolitan Police Department, the National Police Agency, and the Black Organization.

Only by gradually selecting personnel and expanding one's own power can one eventually find the boss and defeat the Black Organization in one fell swoop.

However, this force that belongs solely to him is only in its initial stage. But most importantly, Kitahara Masaki's goal is different from other large organizations. There are many intertwined interests and many unrealistic goals. His goal has always been clear: to kill the boss and destroy the Black Organization.

"Oracle, buy two train tickets to Hokkaido."

"oracle?"

Ai Haibara on the other end of the phone was stunned, suddenly realizing that this was already her code name.

"Am I supposed to call you by your name every time? As my long-term employee, you deserve a title."

"Hey, shouldn't you ask for my opinion?"

"Oppositions are invalid; I'm in charge."

"Never mind, the train tickets are already bought. But I just don't understand why you chose Oracle as my codename. Doesn't it mean a priestess in ancient Greece? What does that have to do with Napoleon, the Gallic emperor?"

Kitahara Masaki smiled and said:

"That's right, there's absolutely no connection. Think about it—the Black Organization always uses liquor names as code names, so when intelligence agencies around the world hear that a guy's name is Arvind, they know he's a member of the Black Organization. Only large organizations dare to use such regular code names, but we can't. If people know you belong to Napoleon just by mentioning your code name, then what's the point of the code name?"

How true! Ai Haibara suddenly understood what Masaki Kitahara was avoiding. He was clearly a strange guy, yet he always managed to notice these strange details.

As the two chatted, Hanai's secretary's car arrived quickly. After letting the old man get in, Kitahara Masaki naturally went back to interrogate his personal secretary.

He's a real gem!

"What do you want to do? I'm warning you, if anything happens to me, my boss won't let you off the hook. My boss owns several unicorn companies, and he knows police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department. Even that famous police officer, Kitahara Masaki, is his friend!"

Upon seeing Kitahara Masaki return to the warehouse, this stubborn fellow spouted a string of lies, unaware that he only ever added "my boss" before his words. Just from that, Kitahara Masaki understood that this guy was nothing more than a gofer.

He's just a fool who knows a little bit but actually knows nothing.

Chapter 91 I must thoroughly investigate the case I committed.

Looking at Secretary Noda, who was tied to a pillar and still maintained a fierce but cowardly demeanor, Kitahara Masaki's disguised, pale face, which was as deathly as a corpse, was like a legendary demon in his eyes. However, what he couldn't stand even more was the sound of Noda sharpening his dagger. Secretary Noda, who thought he had some willpower, was kicking his legs from side to side, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

After a friendly exchange, including testing the sharpness of the dagger and the hardness of a fist, Noda Akira quickly revealed everything he knew:

Most of the companies conducting underground transactions on the hard drive are disposable tools, but the most crucial company is actually Beika Construction. This is the company where the old man worked, and also the owner of the Yin-Yang ledger. The fact that it could record such a large number of underground exchanges is enough to show its importance. However, its role is not only as a bridge for underground transactions, but it also undertook many infrastructure projects in Beika Town and even Tokyo.