No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

Watching the resolute-looking man walk towards the Beika Grand Hotel, Kitahara Masaki donned the system's 'Disguise Mask,' instantly disguising himself as a guest attending the memorial service. He even took out a valuable high-end camera from a nearby storage box, perfect for capturing those scenes of blood splattering.

Chapter 99 The Butcher and the Pigs

"First of all, welcome to all the guests attending this memorial service. This service is to commemorate our mutual friend, Director XX. So, I wonder which of your films you watched that made you aware of our great director?"

The host seemed to be a close friend of the person attending the memorial service, and was probably dissatisfied with those who were only there to expand their business. Unfortunately, he seemed to think the worst thing was that a member of parliament who had accepted bribes had come, but something even worse was yet to come.

When Mr. Suzuki, who was forced to abandon his family and lose his job, entered the venue, he was taken aback by the people in the luxurious hall of the Beika Hotel.

Although most of the attendees were not political figures, there were also many directors of large companies and prominent figures in the art world.

Having once worked as a member of parliament's secretary, he understood perfectly well that after suffering setbacks in parliament, the member of parliament was also investigated by the police, so he came to this director's memorial service, which originally had nothing to do with him, in order to find a way out.

"You damned bastard—"

Mr. Suzuki gritted his teeth in anger, watching Senator Tunkou and the people around him chatting and laughing.

He initially intended to stab him directly, but remembering the mysterious man who had transferred ten million to his family, he restrained himself and didn't draw his pistol, shouting:

"Congressman Tunkou, do you remember me?"

The people around were talking quietly, but when they heard this strange guest shouting so loudly, most of them looked at him with disdain and cursed him inwardly for being so rude.

"You... what are you doing here? Security, this person isn't a guest at the memorial service, please remove him!"

"What are you in such a hurry for? Are you trying to force me to commit suicide so you can take the blame for all the mistakes that were originally yours?"

Seeing the security guard extend his hand to him, Mr. Suzuki drew his gun. The guests, who had been watching with amusement, immediately ran towards the door. Kitahara Masaki leaned against the wall without moving, and suddenly realized that these people were just like when Phantom Thief Kid appeared. Once their lives were threatened, they would lose all judgment and rush towards the only exit like sardines.

Only a handful of people remained at the scene.

"Only when I wield greater violence will you consider this guy in front of you a 'person,' right?"

"Um... calm down first..."

"Yes, so many people have told me I should understand and let go of those things. Why can't I die for my boss's mistakes?"

Mr. Suzuki was originally reciting his lines according to the script, but it seems he got carried away with the emotions and tore up the script, improvising instead.

"I lost my job because of your shirking responsibility, my family was harassed for six months because of the thugs you hired, and my past has been tarnished by you. No company dares to hire me anymore! It's all because of you, you swallowing-mouth congressman!"

Bang!

Not only did he express his true feelings on the spot, but he also hit his target with his first shot.

Ahhhhh! !! !!

Representative Tunkou, who had been hit in the thigh, fell to the ground, clutching his wound and screaming in pain.

"Calm down, calm down. This is all a misunderstanding. As long as I explain it to them, it can be resolved. We can take legal action, how about that?"

In order to save his life, the senator swallowed his tongue and spoke in a way that was extremely difficult to understand.

"Hehe, some people say this is a private matter between us and outsiders have no right to interfere; others say that you have powerful figures behind you and they can't afford to offend you, so they refused my request for help; and some groups say that Japan is thriving and everyone is looking forward to the passage of laws by members of parliament, so stop bothering others with your trivial matters."

These experiences were truly tragic; listening to his recounting them, one can hardly imagine even a fraction of the despair he felt.

Kitahara Masaki took out his camera and started taking pictures, which would later be given to Sometani Hotaru for reporting. However, all it took was a half-true, half-false story, coupled with inflammatory copywriting, to gather a group of uninformed people. That's what makes Japan so interesting.

Hearing the sirens outside, it was clear that the Metropolitan Police Department had quickly mobilized. After all, the Beika Grand Hotel primarily catered to the wealthy and powerful, and the death or injury of even one person would be a serious problem.

By this time, Inspector Megure had been calling Kitahara Masaki non-stop, but thankfully he had muted it beforehand.

Mr. Suzuki also heard the sirens. He turned around and looked around, only to find that the once bustling hall was now empty, with only Kitahara Maki hiding in a corner taking pictures.

"It seems time is running out, just like your friend. Representative Tunkou, you probably don't understand that kind of despair..."

"I understand! I know..."

boom!

The councilor collapsed with a thud, a hole appearing in his forehead, his face filled with disbelief.

Mr. Suzuki threw away his pistol and knelt down, not to repent, but to avoid being shot dead by the arriving police.

Kitahara Masaki pressed the pause button on the tape recorder, hid the camera film in a concealed bag, and then went outside the Beika Restaurant to remove his disguise, pretending that he had just arrived as well.

“Brother Kitahara! You… never mind, there’s an armed robber in the Beika Grand Hotel now, and he seems to have a grudge against Councilor Tonguchi.”

"Yes, I heard the emergency on the Metropolitan Police Department's channel, which is why I'm heading this way. Let's go straight up; there's no need to wait for the SWAT team."

"Alright! Teams one and two, go up with Inspector Kitahara. Put this bulletproof vest on."

"Don't worry, Inspector Megure. We'll probably solve the murder case by the time we get there."

Kitahara Masaki didn't bother to say anything more and went straight up. He had already experienced the whole process, but in the eyes of the other officers, they felt that Inspector Kitahara's confident demeanor was something that ordinary people like them couldn't compare to.

Upon returning to the memorial service venue, I once again saw the speechless member of parliament.

Kitahara Masaki simply looked down at the corpse, without clasping his hands together like the other officers before starting the investigation. He just stared at it, and then felt an urge to laugh.

“Brother Kitahara, it seems that the case of Councilor Tonguchi is quite clear now. The murderer is this gentleman who turned himself in.”

"Yes, take him back. And the corpse that swallowed his mouth too."

The forensic team did not collect any further evidence; they simply took photos.

"Could you give me one of the photos later?"

"Um, Officer Kitahara, these are all to be used as physical evidence. Do you intend to use them to solve the case?"

"Solve the case? No, I just want to frame it. I've even thought of a title: The Butcher and the Pig."

Do you think the murderer was a butcher?

"No, he's a pig for meat."

Chapter 100 Gin, what are you doing?!

"Gin, what do you suggest we do?"

"Why didn't you go and stop it?"

“I’m not a prophet, how was I supposed to know that a guy would come in with a gun, and that it would be such a coincidence that he was there to get revenge on that stupid senator? He pulled out his gun before I could even react, what could I do? I couldn’t just rush in and take a bullet for that guy, could I?”

Kitahara Masaki casually replied to Gin, believing that the mission failure was due to unforeseen circumstances, and definitely not due to his own lack of professional skills.

Well, although I don't really have much motivation to sabotage Gin's plans, if he directly targets Pisco because of this, then I can gather more material to turn people within the organization against him.

"Hmph! Since it's your own fault, the next plan will be very simple... I will have Pisco assassinate you, and after you capture him, I will deal with him."

Gin never mentions what would happen if I were really assassinated. He truly lives up to his reputation as the boss's favorite hound; he doesn't even spare his own people when he's biting others.

"I'll assign this task in a week, so you should prepare in advance."

in advance?

Are you preparing to be killed in advance?

For Kitahara Masaki, taking the initiative is much better than being passively attacked, so he plans to take the initiative and eliminate Pisco completely.

Anyway, it's Gin who should be having a headache, not me.

I'm capable of anything to keep Gin busy and prevent him from paying attention to me.

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"Oracle, what is the situation at the target's residence?"

"Just like the markings on the blueprints, there are no hidden cameras. It seems that this is indeed Pisco's residence as Kenzo Masuyama's residence, but this also means that there are some troublesome security personnel."

Two days later, Kitahara Masaki was already standing in front of Pisco's residence. Because of the recent murder of Councilor Tonguchi, Pisco had been staying in a public residence to avoid arousing suspicion.

However, this made Kitahara Masaki's activities easier. The publicly available villa blueprints were easily obtained from the architect who designed them, and details about the villa's security system could be obtained by having Haibara Ai hack into the security company's network. Don't be fooled into thinking that companies responsible for security for the wealthy have excellent firewalls; they aren't cybersecurity companies, just ordinary people installing cameras and providing security personnel.

From there, things are simple enough.

Kitahara Masaki first used the Hundred Transformations Mask to disguise himself as Gin, and the props also made his long hair grow out. Then he changed into a black trench coat, put on a black top hat, and finally put on high-heeled leather shoes with hidden platform shoes.

A man who looks 90% like Gin has appeared!

In fact, it's not difficult to fake one's appearance, clothing, and temperament. The problem is height. Kitahara Masaki's real height is 1.8 meters, while Gin's height is close to 1.9 meters. So they are both very conspicuous in Japan. It can be said that Japanese people of this height are extremely rare.

"How is the oracle?"

"I've already set up the surveillance cameras on the west side to play last night's footage on a loop. As long as the person watching the cameras doesn't notice, it can keep playing."

After receiving a reply, Kitahara Maki quickly leaned against the wall in the shadows, and casually twisted his uncomfortable shoes.

Facing the tall wall with its sharp iron spikes, Kitahara Masaki took two running steps, braced himself against the bricks on the wall, and leaped over.

The moment Kitahara Maki climbed over the wall, he landed steadily on the ground without making a sound. The security guard who had been patrolling just moments before had only turned the corner and was no more than five meters away from Kitahara Maki.

With Haibara's surveillance and the drone's surveillance, Kitahara Maki, who had double protection, had no need to be wary. He simply blended back into the night and entered Pisco's villa.

Why was Kitahara Masaki so skilled? It was simply because the organization had taught him in their courses how to evade surveillance, how to master the patrol routes and schedules of security personnel, and how to silently climb over walls and eliminate traces.

These courses don't sound like they're taught by just anyone, but that's exactly the case. The Black Organization hired a retired CIA instructor to teach them. Secretly breaking into other people's homes is something that the United States continued to do even after the Cold War ended, and it's even become more rampant.

Therefore, it wouldn't be a problem for Kitahara Masaki to join the CIA's action team now, since he received the purest CIA training.

“I have no control over the situation inside the villa. Although it is connected to the network, directly hacking in is likely to alert Pisco, so you will have to take control of the situation yourself.”

"no problem."

Villas like these, which are only for the wealthy, generally don't have many floors, usually only three or four, and they don't have basements, so the drone's infrared mode could see them very clearly—at this moment, Pisco was the only one in his villa.

I'm sorry, Pisco, but for my greater good, please just die! Blame yourself for following a heartless boss and not understanding the principle of "when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; when the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked."

Upon entering the living room, they discovered that Pisco was having a video call with another member of the organization.

“Pisco, your mission failed this time because an unexpected person suddenly appeared and killed the target. Wasn’t that perfect? ​​Why did Gin still send you to assassinate that policeman?”

"Ireland, a mission is a mission. Since the organization needs an old man like me to do something, I naturally cannot refuse."

“Pisco! Everyone knows what they mean. They’re just waiting for you to fail! Hurry up and leave. I’ve already prepared two tickets to Zurich.”

Pisco shook his head and replied:

“You don’t need to do that. Rather, they’re just waiting for me to run away so they’ll have a more legitimate reason to get rid of me. So, Ireland, I’m not going to run away.”

"hateful!"

I had heard from Vermouth before that Pisco and Ireland were like father and son, and it seems that this is indeed the case. However, it is a pity that no one could have prevented Pisco's death, since saving him was not an accomplishment.