Conan: What's wrong with my Yan Shuangying's painting style?

Hearing this, the two police officers sitting next to Xinzhuang Gong also turned their heads and looked at Xinzhuang Gong.

There was a hint of surprise and a bit of eagerness in their eyes.

He looked like he was going to take credit for the success in Xinzhuang.

Seeing this, Xinzhuang Gong was silent for a moment, then said.

"Actually, I'm not Kaito Kidd."

"I was just cosplaying as Kaito Kid. I happened to be spotted in the villa, and then Inspector Nakamori chased me all the way. Then, while hiding on a hot spring statue, I was accidentally taken away by someone using a smoke bomb..."

"Do you believe me when I say this?"

The two police officers looked at each other and then said.

"I can only believe 99 percent."

Because I don't believe it at all.

Chapter 364 Are you wearing a mask to form a band? (1/5)

"……Who are you?"

Inside the FBI base in Hakodate, Hokkaido, an FBI agent frowned as he looked at Shuichi Akai.

Although he may not know the appearance of all the FBI agents in the Hakodate area, he can say with certainty that there is definitely no mysterious red-blond man wearing a half-covered mask among the FBI agents.

This guy looks more like a character from an anime set than an FBI agent.

Facing his colleagues, Shuichi Akai put his hand on the mask and then took it off, revealing the disguise mask on his face that was scratched due to the recent plane crash, which immediately made the FBI agent tremble in his heart.

————It’s simple. Who wouldn’t be scared if they saw someone with half of his face scratched off at night, with another face underneath?

"I'm FBI investigator Shuichi Akai."

He stared at the FBI agent, secretly dissatisfied with the quality of the FBI agents in Hokkaido.

However, in order to quickly find out who the terrorists were who attacked the airport and caused the plane to flip over on the runway when it was about to make an emergency landing, it was necessary to rely on the power of the FBI base in the Hokkaido area.

Therefore, in order to gain people's trust, Shuichi Akai took out the FBI investigator's certificate from his arms and showed it.

Despite this, his current appearance is completely different from the photo on his ID card, except for his eyes.

"...Can I call and confirm?"

The FBI agent was silent for a moment, and finally proposed a confirmation method.

After Shuichi Akai called James Blake, a senior FBI investigator who was still investigating the matter related to Vermouth in Beika Town, this rather arduous journey of identity confirmation finally came to an end.

He put on a half-covered mask and followed the FBI agent into the base.

The FBI agent who was processing other documents inside looked up at the colleague wearing a strange mask and was immediately in awe. Some even suspected that this was a member of a masked band who was going to hold a concert at Tokyo Dome.

However, their suspicion only lasted for a moment, after all, the masked band was composed entirely of women.

Of course, these FBI agents were just complaining in their hearts. They definitely didn't dare to say anything explicitly directed, otherwise if someone replied with "Why can't I be a woman?" they would be in trouble.

The most powerful and lowest-threshold attack of the United States is magic attack.

"You said you were an FBI agent in Tokyo?"

The FBI chief in the Hakodate area raised his head and looked at the man in front of him with suspicion.

He was a little bit unconvinced.

After all, the other person's image of wearing red clothes and a half-covered mask is completely different from the image of the elite agent mentioned by Blake in his imagination. Not to mention looking like James Bond, he doesn't look like Robin either, right?

"...Since Inspector Black said so, I'll take it for granted. However, what is your purpose here? I don't recall receiving any notification from our base in Hakodate about agents from other regions being transferred here for a mission."

"You're either free or on vacation right now, right? If you're here for the information, you need a reasonable explanation."

Hearing this, Akai Shuichi just said calmly.

"I arrived in Hakodate on flight SKJ865 tonight. I was attacked by a group of gunmen. The plane flipped sideways and failed to land. I need to find out the information about those gunmen."

"Besides that, I'm responsible for gathering intelligence on the Black Organization. I suspect there's some inseparable connection between those gunmen and the Black Organization. You can include this as the reason for your application."

————Oh, so you’re planning to take revenge and then find a reasonable excuse to submit the application, right?

The local FBI station chief shrugged and typed on his computer with a noncommittal look.

Soon, he submitted it according to the reasons given by Shuichi Akai, and after the senior investigator James Blake who was still in Tokyo gave the approval, he immediately spoke in a friendly manner.

"Oh, man, what information do you want? Those gunmen? They're mercenaries from Southeast Asia, I guess."

His answer was simple and direct, as if he had known it for a long time.

Based on Shuichi Akai's observation of this guy, he was sure that the local FBI base chief did know, but maintaining local law and order was not his mission at all, so he simply didn't care.

————As for why we still need to collect information?

Maybe it’s because if he doesn’t collect information, it will seem like he’s just here to get a salary?

"Come, I just entered the information into the printer and it's printing now."

"When the time comes, just take the paper documents and read them. You know the rules. Destroy them after reading them, and don't take them out of the base. Otherwise, if the information is leaked, as the person who first holds the information, I will be held responsible."

The local FBI base chief said this, picked up the coffee beside him and took a sip.

He returned to his previous lazy look and diligently continued his slacking career————

This is the norm for United States agents when they have no missions. The only things that can restrain them are mission requirements and the bonuses after completing the missions. Apart from that, nothing can make them move more.

Shuichi Akai and Judy are exceptions. They are chasing Vermouth not just for the salary.

Toot toot————

The sound of paper being printed came from the printer.

Soon, dozens of sheets of paper with images and text printed on them were spit out by the printer and fell into the basket next to it.

Shuichi Akai quickly walked to the printer, picked up the documents, scanned them at a glance, and after reading all the documents at a very fast speed, his eyes focused and he put the documents into the shredder next to the printer.

Soon, accompanied by a rumbling sound, the shredder tore the freshly printed, still hot documents into pieces.

Seeing this, the lazy FBI base chief was a little surprised.

Although the rules are indeed like this, rules are dead and people are alive. It’s just that you can’t take it out, and there is no rule on how long you can only look at it. This guy broke it with just one glance. Does he really have such a good memory?

"…Brian D. Kadokura, the Death Merchant of Southeast Asia?"

Akai Shuichi narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered the name.

Unlike other Southeast Asian arms dealers, Brian D. Kadokura is a mixed-race person with both Japanese and United States blood. Therefore, he was able to use his father's connections to open up channels in the United States to purchase goods.

This is what allowed him, an East Asian, to develop rapidly in Southeast Asia, but it is also because of this.

Because of several acts of tax evasion, Brian D. Kadokura has been contacted by the IRS several times, and detailed information has also been entered into the FBI's archives.

"It seems that we need to investigate Brian's location next."

Chapter 365 Black Death (2/5)

"...How could this matter have become so drastic? The top brass of the Fujiang Family had clearly been attacked by an unknown force and should have all disappeared. How could the Fujiang Family still be able to react so quickly? Are the top brass just for show?"

Brian D. Kadokura, the famous death merchant in Southeast Asia, frowned.

He had never imagined that things would get so awry. Moreover, his mercenary team would be frequently intercepted and caught off guard by members of the underworld organization. It was definitely not because Takuzo Axe was a master of micro-manipulation.

If there must be a reason, it must be that it is open.

He was afraid that there was a mole arranged by the Fujiang chaebol around him. Every move of the mercenary team was seen by the hidden Fujiang Takuzo. Otherwise, Fujiang Takuzo would never have been able to strike accurately and make the matter so big that the mobile team had to be dispatched.

"Boss, the mobile team of the Hakodate Police Headquarters has engaged our people."

"Although the quality of the Japanese police officers is generally uneven and their combat effectiveness is worrying, they have both numerical and firepower advantages against our mercenary team. If we continue this way, I'm afraid the losses will far exceed our previous expectations."

The Death Merchant's secretary stood beside him and said with some concern.

In fact, the losses of the Merchant of Death have already exceeded his previous expectations.

The mercenary team that attacked the high-level meeting of the Fujiang family and carried out a decapitation operation, and the mercenary team led by the Death Merchant's deputy to Hakodate Airport to rob the Sapphire Star were all unplanned losses.

Now Brian is playing away, and his mercenaries are getting fewer and fewer as they die.

If he continued to fight like this, he would probably be completely wiped out in less than three days from the battle with the Fujiang chaebol. As for the Fujiang secret treasure, it would become an unattainable dream for him!

"Give me the intercom."

Brian D. Kadokura said in a cold voice.

The secretary standing next to Brian noticed that his boss was in a bad mood. Not daring to delay any longer, he quickly stood up and walked to the door. He took the walkie-talkie from the mercenary soldier who was serving as a guard and handed it to Brian with both hands.

Brian didn't hesitate at all. He grabbed the walkie-talkie, turned on the channel, and put it to his ear.

————He is about to start micro-managing.

If Axe Takuzo could micromanage members of a yakuza organization, couldn't he, a battle-hardened arms dealer in Hokkaido, do the same? What a joke! Since there was a mole among the officers he brought in, he could bypass the commanding officers and directly micromanage specific mercenary teams.

Could it be that the traitor was so powerful that he even knew about the details of his personal micro-manipulations?

"The situation has become extremely critical. Avoid direct confrontation with the Hakodate Police Headquarters' Mobile Unit. Retreat from the battlefield in tactical formation. Don't skimp on your equipment if necessary. Conserving your strength is paramount."

The Death Merchant's voice was calm.

"Webster, where are you?"

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At this moment, the ace of the Death Merchant, the invincible vanguard in the Southeast Asian battlefield, picked up the walkie-talkie.

He drove the car borrowed from a kind-hearted person towards his destination. While holding the walkie-talkie in one hand and steering the wheel with the other, he did not forget to ask about his boss's situation.

"This is Webster, what can I do for you?"

Webster's voice was calm and confident.

In fact, it is true.

He is an absolute ace pioneer in the Southeast Asian battlefield. Unlike those guys living in a peaceful world, he has truly experienced war firsthand, so dealing with these rookies is a piece of cake for him.

After blowing up the car that Takuzo Axe was riding in and discovering that it was a shadow warrior.

Webster began to look for the real hiding place of Takuzo Axie.