In Detective Conan: Intercepting Miwako Sato at the Start

Continuing to probe, Yuuki Takada hinted that the "witness protection plan" was a form of "seeking protection" within the yakuza.

"Protection?" Kenichi Yamamoto's voice rose sharply, then fell sharply again, carrying a chilling aura as he roared, "Those who betray the group will only receive one kind of 'protection'—utter annihilation!"

The murderous intent in his words was almost tangible.

Yuki Takada couldn't help but feel a sense of danger, but he cooperated by showing a knowing yet slightly uneasy expression on his face, like an ordinary businessman worried about his own interests being harmed.

“I see… I understand now.” Takada Yuuki nodded, feigning contemplation. “It seems I was overthinking it. But seeing him and Mr. Yamamoto at the ‘Blues’ jazz bar that day, it seems you two have some connection…”

"Friendship?" Kenichi Yamamoto interrupted him, his tone sarcastic, then slammed his hand on the table: "What kind of friendship could I possibly have with that kind of trash!"

“He’s not part of our group anymore, and his affairs have nothing to do with us.” Then, Kenichi Yamamoto casually waved his hand, as if brushing away something dirty, the crow tattoo on the back of his hand twisting as he did so. “His debts will be collected by someone else.”

This statement almost pierced through the thin veil of secrecy.

Yuuki Takada could almost feel the tense gaze from Miwako Sato, hidden in the shadows of the club entrance, in the distance behind him.

He needed to confirm this further, but he couldn't arouse Yamamoto's deeper suspicions.

"It seems I was out of the loop and made a rash decision." Takada Yuki gave a perfectly timed embarrassed smile, raised his glass, and said, "To express my apologies, Mr. Yamamoto, please allow me to treat you to this drink." He beckoned to the waiter and ordered the most expensive drink for Yamamoto Ken.

Under the influence of alcohol and with Yuuki Takada's flattery, Kenichi Yamamoto's vigilance eased slightly.

He chuckled and accepted the apology.

When the waiter brought the drinks, Yuuki Takada casually raised his hand to straighten his tie.

This is a signal.

Almost simultaneously, a commotion suddenly erupted from the back door of the club, as if someone had knocked something over and was having a heated argument—this was a diversionary tactic orchestrated by Miwako Sato.

Kenichi Yamamoto almost reflexively turned his head sharply to look behind him, his body tensing instantly, and his right hand instinctively reached for his waist.

It's now!

Yuki Takada's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, focused on Kenichi Yamamoto's left neck, which he had turned to the side—below the collar, the edge of a clearly visible tattoo was visible.

Although the full shape was not visible, the shape of its outstretched wings and the unique, unusually long beak matched the convenience store clerk's description perfectly!

unambiguous evidence!

Kenichi Yamamoto turned around abruptly, only to meet Yuki Takada's sharp gaze, which had not yet fully subsided.

That was definitely not the look of an ordinary businessman.

His expression changed drastically. In an instant, Kenichi Yamamoto realized that something was wrong. He yanked his hand out from his waist and flung out a butterfly knife with a cold, gleaming light!

Looking around, he saw that the club was in chaos, the customers were panicking, and the team members tried to resist but were quickly subdued by a group of people, watching their methods.

Kenichi Yamamoto wondered if they were police officers?

"Are you a cop?!" he roared, flipping the table over violently, shattering glasses and bottles on the floor.

"Police! Don't move!" Yuuki Takada shouted at the same time, flashing his badge and nimbly dodging the flying glass shards.

Screams erupted inside the club, the music stopped abruptly, and the crowd scattered in chaos.

Kenichi Yamamoto brandished his butterfly knife to repel the plainclothes officers who tried to approach, then suddenly turned and rushed toward the back door.

"Sato!" Takada Yuki didn't hesitate and took off after him, shouting, "Watch out for the back door!"

Kenichi Yamamoto immediately kicked open the back door, but outside, Miwako Sato was already waiting, her gun steadily pointed at him: "Police! Drop your weapons!"

There were interceptors ahead and pursuers behind.

With bloodshot eyes, Kenichi Yamamoto roared in despair and charged at Sato with his knife, disregarding everything else!

"boom!"

A gunshot pierced the night sky.

Without hesitation, Yuki Takada pulled the trigger, and the bullet struck Kenichi Yamamoto's arm, which was holding a knife, with precision.

The butterfly knife clattered to the ground, and Yamamoto screamed and fell to his knees, whereupon he was immediately pinned down by a swarm of police officers.

Sato Miwako breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to handcuff Yamamoto.

Yuki Takada walked over to Yamamoto, who was groaning in pain, squatted down, and lifted the sleeve of his left arm—the long, outstretched raven tattoo on his beak was fully exposed under the police lights, looking ferocious and conspicuous.

Yuuki Takada stared expressionlessly at the "culprit" who had been caught red-handed, but felt no relief whatsoever.

The plan succeeded; a perfect scapegoat.

The Black Organization is safe; his mission is complete.

But seeing the resentful and unwilling look in Kenichi Yamamoto's eyes as he was being led into the police car, a heavy chill quietly seeped into his bones.

Chapter 65 Cleaning the Wounds

……

Looking at Sato Miwako beside him, he saw her deftly putting her gun back in its sheath, fine beads of sweat on her forehead, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, and her breathing slightly rapid from the tense confrontation just now.

But her eyes were unusually bright, gleaming with the professional sharpness of someone who had successfully captured someone, as she let out a sigh of relief.

"Sato, are you alright?" Takada Yuki's voice was a little softer than usual, and his gaze quickly swept over her body to make sure she was not injured.

"I'm fine." Sato Miwako shook her head and took a deep breath.

Adjusting his breathing, he gave Takada Yuuki an energetic smile. "A precise shot, Officer Takada. He charged at me with such force that I almost didn't have time to dodge completely."

“You too, you blocked the back door beautifully,” Yuuki Takada replied, a rare, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

But after successfully arresting Kenichi Yamamoto, his attention was entirely focused on Miwako Sato.

If Sato Miwako is injured during this operation, he, as her superior, will bear an inescapable responsibility.

Moreover, this time, taking action against the Yakuza organization meant that no one would do anything that would be detrimental to them or displease their superiors.

There were obvious bloodstains on Sato Miwako's exposed arms and upper limbs.

Sato Miwako tried her best to hide her wound, saying, "Inspector Takada, let it go. It's just a small injury, no problem. I'll just put a band-aid on it when I get back."

"No." Seeing this, Yuuki Takada casually pulled a bottle of alcohol from his pocket, tore off a piece of black cloth from Sato's body, dipped it in the alcohol, and carefully wiped the wounds on Miwako Sato's upper arm, saying softly:

"Come on... let me help you clean your wound. It might hurt at first, so please bear with it."

He then skillfully used the extra black cloth to bandage the injured wound.

While bandaging the wound, he said, "Remember, no matter how small your injury is, you must report it to me. If you don't disinfect the wound in time, the consequences can be very serious."

Sato Miwako smiled faintly: "Don't worry, Inspector Takada, it'll be fine, just a minor injury."

Yuuki Takada glanced at Miwako Sato, shook his head, and said, "Fortunately, the butterfly knife in Kenichi Yamamoto's hand this time wasn't poisoned, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

“Sato, I know you’ve just joined the police force and are eager to make a name for yourself, but no matter what, you need to know one thing: before you carry out any mission, protecting yourself is the only way to be responsible for yourself.”

After listening to Yuuki Takada's words, Miwako Sato nodded: "I'm sorry, Inspector Takada, I was reckless just now."

"This is the last time!" Yuuki Takada said softly, then went to handle the follow-up matters.

Miwako Sato watched Yuki Takada walk away towards the escort vehicle.

As he methodically directed the officers at the scene to handle the aftermath, Yuuki Takada's profile appeared somewhat hard under the flashing police lights.

But the undeniable concern and the hands that carefully bandaged her wounds were imprinted vividly in her mind.

The area on his arm that had been carefully bandaged still seemed to retain the warmth of his fingertips.

This was the first time in so many years since her father's death that she had received even a sliver of warmth.

The brief stinging sensation when the alcohol was applied—this stinging sensation, far from making her uncomfortable, strangely made her perceive the warmth of being valued even more clearly.

She subconsciously touched the black cloth strip gently; the fabric was rough, yet it contained the most meticulous care.

For some reason, a strange feeling quietly took root in my heart.

"Is it just... my duty?"

"Take responsibility for yourself!"

She muttered to herself, then immediately shook her head, as if trying to shake off the inappropriate thought.

Yuuki Takada is her police inspector, her superior, so it's perfectly normal for him to care about the safety of his subordinate.

……

Colleagues around them had already begun skillfully cleaning up the scene, comforting the frightened customers, and taking photos as evidence.

The red and blue lights of the police car swirled through the club windows, flickering on their faces.

After briefly explaining the situation to them, the situation was finally resolved perfectly.

The mission was accomplished, and the "cleanup" work assigned by the organization came to a "perfect" end in a way that was consistent with Takada Yuuki's apparent identity.

Kenichi Yamamoto, the traitor and purger within the yakuza, became the perfect scapegoat for Nobuo Shimazaki's death. The motive, the evidence, and especially the crucial tattoo, were all irrefutable.

The logical chain is perfectly closed.

However, looking at Sato Miwako's expression of pure relief that justice had been served, Takada Yuuki felt a growing chill in his heart. After all, to be honest, Sato Miwako's personality was somewhat incompatible with his.

If Sato Miwako discovers that he is a member of the Black Organization, it will be very difficult for him later.

Fortunately, as Sato Miwako's immediate superior, he can use his position to suppress everything, no matter what problems arise.

"Inspector Takada, it's getting late."

"Let's call it a day. We still have a lot of taking notes and writing reports to do." Sato Miwako stretched her wrists, her tone returning to its usual efficient manner.

But when he looked at Inspector Takada, a hint of emotion flickered in his eyes that he didn't know how to express. He asked casually, "Inspector Takada, you were closest to that suspect just now. You really weren't hit by shards of glass, or injured when he attacked you?"

"No." Yuuki Takada shook his head, avoiding her overly clear gaze, and turned to assist his colleague in handling the aftermath.

His movements remained precise, efficient, and impeccable.

……

Back at the Metropolitan Police Department, the case seemed to have been settled.

A black suit was found in Kenichi Yamamoto's apartment, and the missing fibers on the cuffs matched those found at the scene perfectly.

More importantly, a silenced pistol was found in a hidden compartment in his wardrobe, and preliminary ballistic tests showed it matched the weapon used to kill Shimazaki Nobuo.

Inside the interrogation room, Kenichi Yamamoto changed his story and denied everything, claiming that he had been framed.

But the chain of evidence was already complete, and his initial testimony only increased suspicion.