No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

After only three seconds of thought, Gin's words interrupted Amuro Tooru's train of thought. He still needed to give an answer, an answer that would satisfy Gin. But as an undercover agent, he had to learn to shift the blame. As long as he could pin the blame on Akai Shuichi, it would have nothing to do with him, Bourbon!

"Shuichi Akai's investigations have primarily targeted police officers or public security personnel. Furthermore, intelligence indicates that the FBI stole recent entry lists from customs and immigration, and that many Japanese public security officers and police officers have suddenly found themselves surrounded by a group of people using photographic equipment to take their pictures."

Gin wasn't easily fooled, and continued to ask:

"Is there any concrete evidence that the FBI stole the entry list? Also, how can you be sure that those people are FBI agents when they are investigating public security and police personnel?"

Afterwards, Amuro Tooru sent Gin a lot of evidence that the Public Security Bureau had already fabricated. This evidence was not easy to fabricate because it required a large number of Public Security officers who knew the inside story to disguise themselves and cooperate in taking the photos. Therefore, after this move was used, it would take a long time to fabricate it again. In a game, this would be a powerful move with a long cooldown.

"Is that enough? I will continue to investigate Shuichi Akai, but I hope you can tell me what the organization is trying to do this time. Otherwise, I will easily get confused when I am gathering intelligence. For example, your operation has made all the intelligence personnel in Japan feel on edge and suspicious. Shuichi Akai, who was supposed to take action again soon, has stayed at home."

Gin didn't want to say it, but the thought of Shuichi Akai's face, which had once given him a contemptuous smile, made him furious. It took him a while to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Let's wait patiently for news."

Gin hung up the phone. He actually had the authority to reveal parts of the plan to Bourbon, but he chose to consult his boss instead. Only after receiving a positive reply did Gin tell Amuro Tooru part of the plan. After carefully reading the message Gin sent, Amuro Tooru finally understood what the Black Organization was up to. Fortunately, the dead and injured were mostly high-ranking officials with a history of bribery and serious misconduct. Tragically, Amuro Tooru was powerless to stop the plan. He knew very well that those high-ranking officials were spineless; after the organization flexed its muscles, they would obediently open the doors to Japan for the organization. Adding to this, Gin had previously arrested several arms dealers, meaning the organization had undoubtedly already deployed heavy weaponry to Tokyo. Intimidation and coercion, using the big stick plus an even bigger stick—this was the organization's consistent style…

But this is too hasty. What is the boss in such a hurry for? The purpose of organizing this plan will also bring many problems and hidden dangers after it is completed. Those high-ranking officials who were temporarily subdued by violence will definitely secretly contact their American "dad" and ask him to help them get revenge. And the United States will naturally have someone to help its underlings get revenge.

At that time, the organization would face a significant blow.

Is it because the boss thinks the Japanese are too spineless to do this? Or is this actually a prelude to a larger plan?

Completely bewildered, Amuro Tooru sat in the car. He now knew only the tip of the iceberg of the plan but was powerless to stop it. After deducing that the executor was Yawen Yi, he realized that although the assassination plan had only started today, the target had already died yesterday.

The organization's offensive was like a raging storm, and he couldn't handle it all by himself.

Thinking of this, Amuro Tooru felt a wave of exhaustion and leaned against the car without moving for a long time.

Jingguang, if only you were still here.

Chapter 145 We can make rum into sushi

Kitahara Masaki had already arranged the assassination plan long before today. So, although the police seem to have found a lot of physical evidence and witnesses, in the end, they will only find that what is presented to them is as unpleasant as finding out that Santa Claus is stuffing presents into your stocking and it turns out to be your father.

Amuro Tooru, on the other hand, gave up the investigation, because if he continued to investigate and Yabun-e found out, he would definitely realize that Bourbon was an undercover agent planted in the organization by the Public Security Bureau.

And most importantly, he felt that the higher-ups would soon reach some kind of agreement with the organization, and then say that compromise was not a sign of weakness, that they did not massacre civilians so they were not a terrorist organization, and therefore it could not be considered a compromise with a terrorist organization.

When high-ranking officials are afraid of death, they will find a hundred ways to convince themselves. So no matter how hard he tries, it's useless. Right now, he really can't stop this from happening. He's just an undercover police officer and can't influence the decisions of high-ranking officials at all.

Just as he was feeling a pang of disappointment, he received a call from Kitahara Masaki, who asked:

"Is there something you need, Officer Kitahara?"

"Officer Sasae, I have a question for you. Was this assassination attempt on the corrupt members of parliament and ministers orchestrated by the higher-ups in Japan?"

"What! Officer Kitahara, how could you have such a thought!"

"When I was looking up information about related cases online, I came across a person who was originally thought to be missing in the case of the Foreign Minister's assassination, right?"

"Yes, that's right, Noto Gentaka. She's the daughter of the former secretary to the Minister of Foreign Affairs. She should have disappeared for some reason, but she reappeared at the scene of the Minister of Foreign Affairs' assassination. Our people have been looking for her ever since, but so far there's been no eyewitness information about her."

Kitahara Masaki smiled silently. It was normal that the Public Security Bureau had no information about her, because she was not simply missing. She had long been buried by the Foreign Minister's men who handled the dirty work.

So Kitahara Maki used this identity to appear at the scene, not so that the police would see her, but so that the Foreign Minister would see that someone who should have died long ago was at the scene.

The real story about the former Foreign Minister's secretary, Kenichiro, was just some dirty business he had been involved in three years earlier. He had taken a liking to his secretary's wife and daughter, so he used certain means to drive the poor secretary to suicide.

This story was told to Kitahara Masaki by Vermouth before she went to other places to gather manpower. She also shared a lot of information about high-ranking Japanese officials at that time. This made Kitahara Masaki marvel once again at Vermouth's intelligence-gathering abilities. In fact, Vermouth often didn't approach her targets as a beautiful witch; she would often disguise herself as the target's parents, and could extract a lot of information willingly just by looking at them.

This intelligence was probably collected by her while she was pretending to be someone's parent. Having obtained an intelligence vault, Kitahara Maki naturally wouldn't let it gather dust and mold. As soon as she got the key, Kitahara Maki began to use this treasure trove.

“Officer Sasae, one of my informants said he saw her in the Beika warehouse district, and the Foreign Minister was there too. According to some reason you mentioned, they should be enemies, right? Why would they meet in the warehouse district immediately after the attack?”

"This...this case involves too many people and too wide a range of individuals, so Inspector Kitahara, you can leave this case to us. There are many inside stories involved, and if we were to uncover them, the consequences would be disastrous. Do you remember the Black Organization I told you about before? They are the masterminds behind this series of cases..."

"I see. Well then, I'll leave the rest to you. I'm all alone; I can't handle this group of criminals. Good luck."

"I've already found out. Amuro Tooru's level of expertise is truly impressive. Judging from his tone, he probably even understands why the organization did this. If he had a legitimate reason, he would have asked Gin what he said to Bourbon. After all, Yavin should not know Bourbon at this point."

Kitahara Masaki's phone call wasn't for anything else, but to get the Japanese Public Security Bureau to arrest those idiots who actually thought they were part of the 'Heisei Tenchu ​​Group.' After those cannon fodder participated in two operations, they seemed to think they could storm into the Emperor's house with two small pistols and announce that Japan was now under their control.

In short, the organization has received a call from a high-ranking figure in the Japanese political arena, with a clear intention—to allow the Black Organization to take control of Tokyo's underworld and prevent such a situation from recurring. Upon receiving this information, Boss naturally ordered Gin to halt all operations against those spineless cowards, and Gin then instructed Yavin and Curaçao to retreat. The only group left unattended was the one gathered in Curaçao—the group who believed they had changed the country.

To avoid increasing the workload of Inspector Kitahara, Masaki Kitahara lied and claimed that an informant had seen information about Genko Noto and the Foreign Minister's secret meeting in the warehouse district. He also claimed that Amuro Tooru, unaware of the truth, would definitely lead his men to search the warehouse district.

During the police search, they would naturally encounter the group of cannon fodder hiding there, and the matter would be resolved. Those cannon fodder who never knew the real names or appearances of Yavin and Curaçao could be considered a consolation prize for the Japanese police's unwavering loyalty; after all, someone had to deal with these guys eventually.

After making the report, Kitahara Masaki went to a bar that the organization had recently bought. It was already 11 p.m., and there was only one woman sitting at the bar, drinking a cocktail that the bartender had just mixed. Although her face had been disguised, she still had silver hair and unique heterochromatic eyes.

"Curaçao, after the mission is over, will you still be in Japan?"

"What? Yawenyi, do you still want to cooperate with me? We're only cooperating on this mission because of the boss's orders. We may not have any more opportunities to cooperate after this."

"Really? I think members of an organization should always help each other. Wouldn't it be too pitiful if someone needed a helping hand but had no one to ask for help?"

Kitahara Masaki waved his hand, signaling the bartender to bring another drink. When he raised his glass, Curaçao pondered for a moment before coming over to clink glasses with him.

Indeed, Kitahara Masaki gave this opening a nine out of ten. Even if Curaçao was brainwashed by Rum in some way, he could still find a way to break free from the hypnosis.

For example, put Rum on the Headless Horseman roller coaster, or lift his skull, or turn him into sushi.

There will always be a way.

Chapter 146 The scene is summoning death.

“Officer Kitahara, we discovered a terrorist organization calling itself the ‘Heisei Tenchu ​​Group’ in the warehouse district. They are basically armed with a gun each, and the firearms and explosives in the warehouses are enough to organize another attack. Furthermore, we found evidence on their phones that they are the perpetrators of today’s attack. The phones contain detailed records of the attack plan and the roles they played!”

After hearing Amuro Tooru's report, Kitahara Masaki nodded in relief and praised him loudly:

"Well done! You were able to capture most of the terrorists and completely wipe out the terrorist organization on the very day the attack ended. This is truly commendable. It seems that the credit for this achievement belongs to you!"

"Ahem, let's not get into those formalities yet, Officer Kitahara. We found five children hiding in the cargo box near the scene. They say they all know you and don't know what's going on?"

After hearing Amuro Tooru's question, Kitahara Masaki remained silent for a while before slowly typing out a question.

Is this fate?

No matter how much you struggle, the case will eventually come back to you.

Conan, you've been cursed!

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Conan was also confused. He had just been unaware, so how did those three kids disappear?

This afternoon, while the five members of the Junior Detective League were playing baseball, Genta got lucky and hit a home run. However, for some reason, everyone unanimously decided to let Conan retrieve the ball.

When Conan went to retrieve the ball, there happened to be a convenience store nearby. Because Conan was too short, he was knocked to the ground by two young men who came out of the convenience store after buying something. One of the young men was about to get angry when the other young man stopped him.

"Hey, do you know how important today is? If we make a mistake during the procurement, Ms. Hayamaki will never give us another chance!"

"Oh, right. Humph! You're lucky, kid. After today, I think you'll benefit from our actions too. You won't have to put up with the arrogant faces of those high-ranking members of parliament and ministers anymore, and you can truly enjoy the benefits of compulsory education!"

"Hey, what are you talking to a brat about?"

"It's because he's just a kid, he won't understand at all! I've been so bored these past few days, I can't even use my phone, I'm stuck in the warehouse area, even though everyone should know what amazing things we did."

The two of them completely disregarded Conan when they spoke, and Conan, being quite sensible, scratched his head and asked with a smile:

"Hey big brothers, what are you talking about? It sounds really impressive, but I don't understand a word of it. Can you help me find my ball?"

The two young men laughed and left, leaving Conan half-dead with fright.

Based on what they just said, could it be that these two are members of the organization that attacked the congressman this morning?

While listening to the radio this morning, Conan learned that a terrorist organization had attacked Congressman Hamada and issued a criminal statement. Conan is now too afraid to go to the scene to investigate such a high-profile case. If his face is photographed by the media and he is recognized by the real members of the Black Organization, it will not only implicate Kitahara, but also threaten Ran's safety.

Since he and Ran became a couple, he spends about two hours a day thinking about what text messages to send and two hours chatting with Ran. Love has significantly diminished his previously burning desire for deduction. Lately, he only uses his intellect to deduce things on smaller cases, keeping a very low profile. Moreover, when he was at the Amuro Detective Agency, Amuro Tooru would often tell him interesting cases, which were enough to satisfy his deductive urges.

But now, as he encountered criminals while simply retrieving a ball, he suddenly felt a sense of fear, a fear that his current peaceful and happy life would vanish because of his recklessness. In the past, he might have stuck transmitters on the two men and then tracked them to their hideout.

Now, let's call Kitahara-nii.

I tried calling several times, but it seems to have been redirected to voicemail. It looks like Kitahara-kun is also busy with the case that happened this morning.

Okay, let's go back and discuss it with Haibara first.

"So you're right to make the right choice. You're not a police officer or public security officer, these are things you can't handle anyway. What's wrong with trying to avoid trouble? If you get caught and taken hostage, how will the police rescue you? I think it's best to keep in touch with Kitahara-san."

Unlike Conan, Haibara doesn't have a strong sense of justice. So, the emotional impact she felt when she saw the news of the politician being shot wasn't as strong as when the lab mice died, since she sometimes names the lab mice.

"Hey! Conan, what are you saying to Ai Haibara again?!"

"You two aren't hiding something from us, are you?!"

"If a case occurs, it's time for our Junior Detective League to step in!"

Conan was currently fretting about why he didn't have the same enthusiasm as before, and he had no desire to talk about this case that he had absolutely no say in.

While three real elementary school students were shouting at Conan to tell them what had happened, a van pulled up to the open space, and a van full of people... no, three young men, two of whom Conan had just seen.

"You guys are just bragging about what you've done to a bunch of kids?"

"Mr. Tsunamura, they are just a group of children, what could they possibly say?"

"Foolish! Children are much smarter than those incompetent members of parliament. Our plans cannot be interrupted because of a few children. I still need to participate in the assassination of the Foreign Minister this afternoon!"

Hirokazu Tsunamura said something in high spirits that silenced everyone. Even the five kids were stunned. This guy who seemed to be the leader might not be very bright. He was like a clown standing in the spotlight but not alive.

"Ahem, take them all away. I will explain the situation to Miss Hayamaki in person after I complete my mission. Just take them back now."

Conan, who had originally planned to kick out a future version of himself with his Martian Mighty Shoes, obediently sat in the van after seeing the guns in the hands of the three men. He thought to himself, "These guys are clearly not very bright, but why did they remember what I told the kids that I shouldn't have said so quickly?"

Outrageous.

Chapter 147 Short and Sturdy Conan is a Detective

The five kids who were taken to the warehouse district were locked in a small warehouse, guarded by the two people who had gone to buy things. Meanwhile, Hiroichi Tsunamura went to carry out the assassination of the Foreign Minister.

"Kids, I can only say you're unlucky. Although we don't want to hurt you, we'll have to trouble you to stay here for a while. But remember, everything we, the Heisei Tenchugumi, do is to awaken Japan, to make everyone understand that those arrogant politicians and ministers are not scary at all; they should be afraid of us!"

Because when Curaçao was selecting people, they mostly chose people who seemed eloquent but were actually empty-headed, so basically, they were all talkative.

Being locked up here and subjected to chanting, Genta quickly fell asleep, his snoring drowning out the young man's voice. This annoyed the two guards who had been chatting animatedly, but they decided to let it go; it would be easier for them now that the kids were asleep.

"What should we do, Great Detective?"

"The cell phones have been confiscated, and they also have guns. We must proceed with caution. The most crucial thing now is to find a tool that can cut the ropes."

There were several bricks in the abandoned warehouse that could kill a person, but there were no other sharp weapons.