Conan, I'm an actor

"We don't have enough evidence and clues yet, so holding an investigation meeting like this seems a bit..." Inspector Megure's expression turned somewhat grim.

"Our primary objective is to solve the case and catch the culprit as soon as possible, not to protect the reputation of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"I understand." Inspector Megure nodded solemnly.

Meanwhile, Agasa's house

"This is the new equipment I developed for you, a telescopic sling," Dr. Agasa said, taking out a black, belt-like object.

"What's the use of this?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled.

The equipment he wanted Professor Agasa to help develop wasn't some strange and unusual thing, but equipment that could save his life and even fight against the Black Organization.

Professor Agasa proudly tied the belt to a pillar, saying, "After my improvements, this belt can extend and retract freely within 100 meters. Just press a button to extend the belt, and press the button again to retract it."

Conan looked at the flexible suspenders in front of him, a helpless smile flashing across his face. This was clearly different from the equipment he had imagined.

"What kind of look is that? Are you looking down on my newly developed equipment?" Dr. Agasa said somewhat angrily. "Don't underestimate this belt. I used the latest materials. Shinjo asked me about the new materials a couple of days ago and said he wanted to buy the patent."

"Buy patents?"

“Yes, he said this thing is great for making arresting cables.” Dr. Agasa said with some pride. “He’s going to introduce me to clients in the United States. I heard they are all shipping giants. As long as my materials pass inspection, I can make a lot of money.”

Conan looked at Professor Agasa, who was lost in his own fantasy, and could only offer an awkward rather than polite smile. Dreams are nice, but reality must always come.

Chapter 181 Okakura Masaaki's Escape

Just then, the TV started broadcasting information about a serial murder case. Conan thought the case in Osaka had been closed, but when he looked over, he realized it was a different case.

"Mahjong?" Conan frowned and said, "There's too little information to analyze anything."

"Hey, can you stop getting bogged down in these kinds of troublesome things all the time?" Professor Agasa sighed. "My friend said that reverse engineering has made some progress. In a while, they might be able to replicate the drug. Once the antidote is available, you'll be able to turn back into a human..."

"Really? Doctor!" Conan asked excitedly.

"It's true, but the development time is uncertain. It could be a month, or it could be half a year, or even longer," Dr. Agasa sighed.

"What~"

In the middle of the night, Masaaki Okakura emerged from the villa area looking exhausted. Just moments before, he had returned his superior's belongings to his home.

To be honest, he didn't really want to do this job because it was delaying his escape.

However, in order not to arouse the suspicion of those guys, he still gritted his teeth and finished the work. Moreover, he felt that he had the right to talk to those guys, after all, he still had a list in his hands.

“That guy is Masaaki Okakura.” Tooru Amuro sat in the driver’s seat. “I don’t know what Shinjo-senpai wants with him, but one thing I’m sure of is that we’re not the only ones eyeing him.”

"What does this mean?" Sakata Yusuke looked at Bourbon beside him in confusion.

This morning, he received a call from Shinjo, instructing him to carry out the mission of kidnapping Okakura Masaaki.

Of course, the task wasn't his alone; Bourbon would assist him from the sidelines.

"Literally, this Okakura Masaaki is a NOC," Amuro Tooru said, looking at the bewildered Sakata Yusuke. "An unofficial undercover agent; he's a member of the organization."

"If he's a member of the organization, why doesn't Shinjo-senpai go directly to him? Doesn't Shinjo-senpai have a very high status within the organization?" Sakata Yusuke asked with some confusion.

"You still naively believe that the organization is a monolithic entity!"

"If we weren't so united, we would have been defeated by Mr. Amuro long ago."

Amuro Tooru was speechless for a moment. Yes, why hadn't such an organization with such severe internal strife been brought down until now? You know, the Japanese Public Security Bureau wasn't the only one that had planted spies.

“That’s not the point.” Amuro Tooru changed the subject. “The point is that this guy is now being watched by the organization, and they want to silence him. It’s not convenient for me to get involved, so the help I can offer you is extremely limited.”

"Don't worry, I'll definitely complete the mission." Yusuke Sakata patted his chest and said, "I'm wearing a bulletproof vest and bulletproof power strip. Unless I get a direct headshot, I won't die."

"Oh right, put this on." Amuro Tooru took a pair of sunglasses out of the car's glove compartment.

“Isn’t that unnecessary? Wearing sunglasses so late at night,” Sakata Yusuke said, frowning. “It makes you look like a suspicious person.”

“This is to prevent anyone from seeing your face. Besides, don’t you know what situation you’re in right now?” Amuro Tooru said, somewhat speechless. “In addition, Shinjo said it’s because of the standard equipment for the operation. I really don’t understand how his taste is as bad as Matsuda’s.”

"Understood." Yusuke Sakata put on his glasses, and a screen of light immediately appeared on the right lens.

Before he could react, he heard a woman's voice in his ear. After listening carefully, he recognized it as Miss Karen's voice.

“I will provide you with some guidance and assistance. The red boxes you see now are the locations of the organization members, and the green boxes are the mission objectives.” Karen’s voice was calm and emotionless. “We cannot rule out the possibility of hidden enemies.”

"By the way, how did Miss Karen know their location?" Sakata Yusuke glanced at the terrain and quickly planned his own hidden route.

“I’ve turned on their cell phone location tracking,” Karen said. “Also, the drone has locked onto their location. If your mission fails, I’ll use the drone to take care of them. Don’t worry, it won’t leave any trace. Oh, by the way, he’s getting into the car. There’s a vehicle Xincheng has prepared for you around the corner 50 meters ahead. Drive after him.”

Yusuke Sakata quickly found the vehicle, but looking at it in front of him, his expression became somewhat tense. It looked like a three-wheeled moped with a frame welded onto it. Moving to the back, he saw the Chinese characters for "Kawasaki" hanging where the license plate should be.

"What is this?" Yusuke Sakata took a deep breath and mustered his courage to ask.

"This is an improved version of the motorcycle, and it has another name, I think it's called 'Old Man's Joy'. Don't worry, the body shell and engine have been modified. As long as the other side doesn't launch rockets, it's absolutely safe."

"Absolutely safe? I don't think it's safe at all." Despite complaining, Sakata quickly started the vehicle and caught up with Okakura Masaaki, who had just set off.

At this moment, Masaaki Okakura was in a state of high tension, constantly on guard against his surroundings, fearing that two men in black would suddenly appear from some corner and kill him.

Just then, he noticed a three-wheeled motorcycle in his rearview mirror, which had been following him for three blocks.

He initially thought these were the people from the organization hunting him down, but after seeing the car's comical design, he quickly dismissed the idea. Why would these guys from the organization ride in such a strange vehicle?

However, he soon noticed two other cars behind the old man's car, whose license plates seemed familiar.

"Is it finally here?" A bead of cold sweat appeared on Masaaki Okakura's forehead. After taking a deep breath, he drove straight onto a highway.

Getting out of the car now would definitely get me riddled with bullets; what I need to do now is shake those guys off as quickly as possible. Among them are some skilled drivers, even professional racers; there's no way I can escape them on the highway or paved roads. Fortunately, we're not far from Gunma. Once we're in the Gunma mountains, I can use my superior driving skills to lose them.

Then he saw that the old man's car also accelerated and followed closely behind him.

At this moment, Yusuke Sakata felt himself sweating profusely. He could hear the engine's groaning and the strange noises of the car body due to wind resistance. After Masaaki Okakura accelerated, Karen took over control of the vehicle and drove it in pursuit.

Chapter 182 The Old Man's Joy on the Mountain Road

Looking back, Yusuke Sakata saw two Toyota Camrys chasing after him. Their black bodies looked like ghosts in the night, and if the lights weren't on, no one would notice them.

"Are these the members of those organizations?" As Yusuke Sakata pondered, two Toyotas overtook him, and the passenger window of one of them rolled down, giving him a universally recognized friendly gesture.

"What does this guy mean?!" Sakata Yusuke was very angry.

“Your following caused their tracking operation to fail, so it’s normal that they’re angry with you.” Karen’s voice remained devoid of any emotion.

“But you’re the one driving, not me. They should be mocking you,” Sakata Yusuke said after a moment’s thought, with utmost seriousness.

"is it?"

“I think that’s how it should be.” Yusuke Sakata frowned. He felt the car body shaking more violently, and the taillights of the two Camrys in front seemed to be getting closer.

“Miss Karen, are you alright? Actually, it's okay to drive a little slower, we're not familiar with the roads here…”

At this moment, Sakata Yusuke's forehead was already beaded with cold sweat. He didn't know much about Gunma Prefecture, but he knew it was mountainous with many winding mountain roads. At this speed, if the car were to plunge down a mountain road, then…

"I'm driving, don't bother me!" Karen's voice carried a hint of emotion.

Inside one of the Toyota Camrys, Vodka watched the lights behind him gradually brighten and felt his mind go blank. Was that a three-wheeled motorcycle? How could it be going so fast?

"Boss, we're about to hit the mountain road. Should we..." the younger man in the passenger seat asked nervously, "...slow down?"

Just then, the Camry in front of them suddenly accelerated, and its speed became even faster.

"That Tequila guy!" Vodka cursed inwardly, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

Tequila had previously operated in Gunma and should be quite familiar with the mountain roads there. But he couldn't; he had to be extremely vigilant, otherwise an accident would occur, resulting in a fatal crash.

However, just as they accelerated, an old man's car overtook the two Toyotas from the outside lane and chased after Masaaki Okakura.

"What the hell!" Tequila exclaimed, staring at the two red dots in front of her.

“That should be a low-speed electric car, the one that was following behind Masaaki Okakura earlier,” the subordinate said, scratching his head.

"Of course I know it's an old man's car, I'm asking why it can go so fast!"

At that moment, Masaaki Okakura, who was driving in front, felt a twitch in his eyelid. A pursuer appeared in the rearview mirror, but the pursuer was a bit strange. Why did it have only one headlight instead of two?

When the car got closer, he realized that it was the same old car that he had shaken off on the highway!

He glanced at the speedometer and his eyes widened instantly, as if he'd seen a ghost. The speedometer read 102 km/h, and that was only because the uphill road had few sharp bends and was relatively flat, and he was familiar with the road, which was why he dared to drive that fast.

How can a car with an old man's car be faster than mine?

Just then, Masaaki Okakura noticed an EVO with a special paint scheme ahead. It was a very old model that was no longer available on the market and was mostly in the hands of collectors and race car drivers.

Judging from its paint scheme, it must be a race car from a certain racing team that drives on mountain roads.

Then he stepped on the gas and overtook the car in front of him. However, just as he overtook the car, an old man's car drove straight through the middle of the two cars.

The members inside the EVO were about to say something when their words were cut off by the old man's car speeding past.

Inside the institute

Shinjo stared at the track model on the screen, his expression complex. Karen had clearly been provoked by Sakata Yusuke's words and was now getting serious. While it's good that artificial intelligence has human emotions, you still have a mission! And there's this unlucky guy named Sakata Yusuke in this car—is this crazy behavior really appropriate?

He had tried to contact Karen before, but it was no use; the woman seemed to have blocked all communication.

"Speaking of which, isn't this going a bit too far? Let me see, is there an underground racing competition today?" Shinjo swiped his finger across the screen. "The Ghost Old Man's Car in the Gunma Mountains? No, no, that name is too awful."

He bought the car just for fun, and simply replaced the body with a titanium alloy shell, the electronic control system and the engine, and also expanded the fuel tank.

He hadn't originally intended to drive this car on the street, since it was impossible to get a license plate for such a vehicle, and its body rigidity was substandard, making it completely unsafe.

This time, he gave this car to Sakata Yusuke because he knew that several of his cars were registered in the organization and that borrowing the car would cause other trouble.

The original plan was to switch to electronic control so that Karen could take over driving if necessary to prevent accidents. But who could have imagined that while Sakata was fine, Karen, who was supposed to be the safety net, would have the problem?

He was out of options now. At this speed, forcibly intervening would most likely result in losing control and crashing off the cliff. He and Karen would be fine, but Sakata Yusuke in the car would be the unlucky one.

Just as he was considering what to do, the old man's car on the screen, Masaaki Okakura's Honda and EVO drifted around the corner one after another, followed by two black Toyotas.

At this moment, Masaaki Okakura was already starting to curse. This blue EVO seemed to be trying to compete with him, constantly taking his way.

He was on the run for his life! What was this bastard up to?! Seeing the two Toyotas appear in the rearview mirror, Masaaki Okakura reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a small silver pistol.

After getting the gun, he rolled down the passenger window, and at the same time, the driver's side window of the EVO across the street also rolled down.

"Hey bro, there's a race ahead..." The biker gang member only managed to say half a sentence before letting out a scream, and the bike's speed instantly dropped.

Masaaki Okakura naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass, and he chased after the taillights of the old man's car ahead.

Just then, he noticed that the car had turned on its hazard lights, seemingly indicating that he should follow it.