An infinite journey starting from paradise

"Yes, they were released, not released on bail," said Kudo Yusaku. "Not only that, but their records were also erased. According to my friend, an hour after the Third Division of Investigation Section 1 escorted the three men to the police station, the Public Security Bureau suddenly arrived and tried to forcibly take them away. Just as the police and the Public Security Bureau were arguing, a high-ranking congressman suddenly intervened and forcibly took the three men away with a forged parliamentary order."

"The intervention of the public security shows that the organization is powerful enough to threaten national security. The fact that they were able to arrest people so quickly shows that the public security has long been keeping an eye on the Black Organization... As for the congressman... is that congressman the person behind the organization?" Conan asked.

"No, he might just be a pawn. Shin-chan, check the news. It might have already been reported in your area."

"News? What happened to that guy?"

"After the three people were taken away and disappeared, the councillor also committed suicide by jumping off a building."

"..." Conan fell into silence.

"Shin-chan, that organization might be much more dangerous than we thought. Although I know you probably won't agree, Dad still has to say it. Leave Japan and come to America, to be with Mom and Dad. Dad can just adopt 'Kudo Conan' as your second son and let you live with that identity. Shin-chan...? Shin-chan..."

……

Meanwhile, at the cocktail bar on the top floor of the Dahei Building.

Gin, with his right arm in a sling and his calf in a cast, was sitting at the bar, quietly watching the news on TV.

Under the news that the Marine Disaster Management Agency has detected suspected large-scale underwater volcanic activity in the Pacific Islands, the words "Komeito lawmaker Tomoki Yamashita died in an accidental fall" quickly flashed in the news box at the bottom of the screen.

"You're seriously injured, Gin-san," Bourbon said sarcastically. "They wasted a useful councilman on your behalf, and the police followed the clues and arrested a number of people. It's a heavy price to pay. That gentleman really has a soft spot for you."

Gin had a cold face and did not answer.

Bourbon continued, "Is it for you? Or... for that researcher named Shirley, or for what she's researching? Oh... I thought your hands were paralyzed, but you can still lift a gun, right?"

"You've crossed the line." Gin said coldly.

"Really? Who knows, maybe next time that gentleman will let me take over your job completely."

"Heh..." Gin snorted coldly without answering.

At this point, Bourbon changed the subject: "Is the policeman who caught you very powerful?"

"I will kill him, with my own hands."

"Haha." Bourbon sneered and looked at Gin's bandaged arm. "Looks like that guy has to live for a long time."

"Ah."

Gin tried to clench his fist, but his hand twitched in pain.

“Damn it… Damn it…”

……

"Damn it! What should I do? If that organization is really that powerful, then if I continue investigating, it will definitely implicate Xiaolan and my uncle... Damn it... What should I do?"

In the bathroom of the Mouri Detective Agency, Conan was scratching his head anxiously.

"Helping Uncle solve cases, increasing his fame, and then leveraging Uncle's fame as a detective to gather clues about the Black Organization seems like a no-go. What if Uncle also 'committed suicide'... Wait! Mr. Lin!" Conan only just realized what he had just heard, as the news was so outrageous. Since it was Lin Shangren who arrested the two men in black, there was a high probability that the Black Organization would seek revenge or even kill Lin Shangren.

"Given Mr. Lin's ability and status, he should also know that those three people were acquitted, right? With his reasoning ability, there's no way he wouldn't know what this means...

But... with his abilities, can he really fight against an organization with such enormous power alone?

Phew… No matter what, we have to contact Mr. Lin first to confirm the situation.”

Thinking of this, Conan quickly took out his bowtie voice changer and planned to talk to Lin Shangren as Kudo Shinichi. At this time, he found that he didn't seem to have Lin Shangren's contact information.

"Wait a minute, the doctor should have Mr. Lin's contact information, right? Call the doctor? Forget it, let's just go to the doctor's house and pick up the new equipment he made. Maybe we can run into Mr. Lin there."

After making his plan, Conan rushed out of the bathroom.

However, he was destined not to meet Lin Shangren today. After all, Lin Shangren was not in Tokyo at this time, but in the Pacific Ocean.

High above the Pacific Ocean, Lin Shangren lay leisurely on the back of Fuluru, a giant mechanical bat. Man and bat, in a state of quantum ghost invisibility, hovered over Linan Island.

"We're here. This should be it," Fululu said. "So, according to your plan, are you going to use the shadow to connect the submarine volcano to this island and bury it with magma? Or should I do the hard work and roar a few times to plow the surface of this island?"

"Don't be so anxious. What if there are innocent people on the island?" Lin Shangren replied, "Come down with me first to take a look. If this island and the Li Nan Group on it are of any use, it would be best to take them over intact."

"Understood. I'll go down then."

As they spoke, Fululu swooped down. As quantum ghosts, they completely avoided the radar on Linan Island and sneaked into this isolated island silently.

Chapter 265 Seizing the Island

Lenan Island, an isolated place in the South Pacific, nominally belongs to the Republic of the Marshall Islands, but is actually controlled by an armed drug trafficking organization called the Lenan Group.

The entire island had long been transformed by the Li Nan Organization into a paramilitary base. Radar and numerous coastal defense guns were installed near the shore, and numerous camouflaged barracks were hidden in the rainforest between the coast and the core area. Beneath the camouflaged domes in the rainforest lay a heavily guarded base for growing raw drug materials.

The core area in the center of the island presents a completely different scene: a luxurious airport, rows of villas, a bustling commercial district, a red-light district with singing and dancing, and casinos. If you only look at the core area, there is not much difference between this place and ordinary Southeast Asian tourist countries.

The controller of the island, the head of the Li Nan Group, Hai Yuanshen, lives in a manor on a small hill in the center of the core area.

At that moment, a distinguished guest was on his way to visit Kaihara God. His name was Masuyama Kenzo, the chairman of a Japanese automobile company and a renowned angel investor in the Japanese financial world. He was traveling to Linan Island to meet Kaihara God in order to secure business opportunities with the Linan Group.

Their business wasn't about cars or investments, but about tropical crop exports and assassinations.

Export of tropical crops, assassination, and chairman of an automobile group seem to have nothing in common, but Kenzo Masuyama is more than just a patriotic entrepreneur in Japan: being a capitalist is just a part-time job, and his main job is a manager in a winery, codenamed "Pisk".

The purpose of Piske's trip to Lenan Island was to discuss with Haiyuan Shen the cooperation between the winery and the Lenan Organization, as well as how to deal with several officials from the Ministry of International Trade and Industry and Customs of the Japanese government in order to promote foreign trade cooperation between Lenan Island and Japan.

"The Linan Group has a big appetite. They're using armed forces and drugs to control nearby small island nations, and then gradually align their interests with those of the 'great powers' through foreign trade cooperation to gain diplomatic support.

With a specific territory, a permanent population, an effective government, and the ability to establish diplomatic relations with other countries, he can establish an independent nation according to international law. A mercenary leader establishing a nation... well, that's quite interesting.

Thinking, Piske looked at the scene outside the car window.

The car was driving in the middle of a moderately high hill. Behind it stretched a gravel road that seemed to have just ascended, deliberately winding its way toward the distant gate. Cypress trees and mercury lamps lined the road, spaced evenly apart like pencils. Beyond the cypress trees lay a perfectly smooth lawn. The slope of the hill in the distance was haphazardly dotted with baby's breath, hydrangeas, and other inexplicable plants.

The buildings on either side of the hill formed a stark contrast: on the right, a traditional courtyard with stone lanterns and a flowing pool. On the left, a pure white Western-style building, the tall white structure with a cross, was probably a church. From a distance, it looked solemn and awe-inspiring, but closer, one could see several outdoor swimming pools dotted across the lawn in front of the church, where many sexy women in bikinis were enjoying the water.

The castle-like villa in the center has a high ceiling and a gate that exudes an ancient charm. The overall structure is a three-story, milky white building. The windows are high and up and down, which is very Latin American style.

Overall, this manor was strange, contradictory, and out of place. It was like the product of a combination of second-rate talent from different eras and a vast amount of money. This betrayed the owner's poor taste. It also seemed to suggest that the manor's owner was a nouveau riche with nothing to show for it, or perhaps... a madman whose witness to countless things had cultivated a mixed and distorted aesthetic.

Kaihara Shin is indeed such a person. Born into a powerful Japanese family, he studied in Germany and earned a doctorate in chemistry. He enlisted in the military during World War II, participating in the Battles of Guadalcanal and the Marshall Islands. Despite his participation, Kaihara Shin remained a pacifist, a type of battlefield cynic who displayed a relaxed demeanor. After the war, Kaihara Shin traveled to the United States to pursue his career, eventually arriving in South America after several unforeseen events. He initially envisioned a peaceful life there, but was instead drawn into the local war for independence.

Possessing considerable military experience and being a Christian, Hai Yuan Shen, inspired by liberation theology, joined a local South American guerrilla group and began to fight against the local government forces. With the help of strength, luck, and other factors, Hai Yuan Shen's group grew larger, but it also strayed further and further from its original revolutionary ideals. Like many Latin American guerrilla groups, Hai Yuan Shen's organization resorted to drug trafficking to raise funds for military development.

Compared to other South American drug lords of the same period, Kaihara Shin had a significant advantage: he was a chemist and pharmacologist with extensive experience in hallucinogens and psychotropic drugs. Furthermore, he had served in the regular Japanese army during World War II and was a Christian with a good understanding of Christianity, with good oratory skills... He also combined Bushido with liberation theology...

Thus, the most disciplined, most formally trained, and highest purity armed drug trafficking mercenary organization in South America was born, and its influence gradually expanded to a point where it could influence the regional situation.

Then, armed and wealthy, Kaihara Shen set out to overthrow the local government and establish a free, equal, and peaceful paradise on earth. Yes, although he trafficked drugs, murdered, kidnapped, and directly and indirectly killed tens of thousands of people, Kaihara Shen himself considered himself to be doing good. His ultimate goal remained the establishment of the paradise on earth described by liberation theology. As for his evil deeds, he himself categorized them as "necessary sacrifices."

With Angel Dust, the super-soldier potion, a loyal and powerful army under his command, ample funds, and ammunition, it shouldn't be difficult for the Haiyuan God to overthrow a small Latin American country. However, Latin American affairs have never been decided by Latin Americans themselves. Once the American imperialists arrived, the Haiyuan God had no choice but to abandon his weapons and retreat.

That's why Hai Yuanshen used his wealth and connections to buy Linan Island, waiting for an opportunity to establish his own nation. Of course, his ambition wasn't just to establish a small island nation for his own amusement; he wanted the entire world.

Pisco and the winery behind him were unaware of Haiyuan Shen's ambitions, viewing him merely as a capable partner. Haiyuan Shen hoped to leverage the winery's influence in Japan to establish foreign trade relations. Meanwhile, the winery was deeply interested in Angel Dust and several small islands controlled by the Linan Group.

"arrive."

Piske was asked to get out of the car and, led by the guards, entered the residence of the God of the Sea.

……

"City Hunter's adoptive father and master, the mercenary king of Latin America. Judging from this island alone, Kaiharashin truly lives up to his name."

Lin Shangren hovered above the Haiyuanshen Manor, quietly watching everything under his feet.

"We haven't even met Ryo Saeba himself, but we have to kill the final boss he was supposed to face first. I wonder what the City Hunter will think." Flururu said.

"Never mind him. Haiyuan God is dead today anyway. Even Jesus can't stop him." Lin Shangren said, "But... it seems a pity to destroy this island directly. The infrastructure is pretty good, but... it needs someone to take care of it." Lin Shangren rubbed the back of his neck.

"Xiao Ai, please take me home later. I need to bring some helpers with me."

[Received. (?ω?)]

"Then, let's take over this island first."

The quantum ghost transformation was lifted, and Lin Shangren teleported to the manor of the Sea God...

The author says:

Author's words: I'm busy with work and not in good shape, so I'll just write one chapter to satisfy my full attendance. I'll try to update 10,000 words on the weekend. Please forgive me.

Chapter 267: Sew, you can sew

"Statues from the ancient Inca Empire, murals in the Mayan pyramids, Heinz's 'Variations on Light'..."

Led by waiters and guards, Pisk walked through winding corridors, where he could see art collections from all over the world and from all eras displayed on both sides of the corridors.

These works of art are just like the manor and its owner, Kaihara Shen himself, in a messy, mixed and out of place situation, as if a nouveau riche is deliberately showing off his "elegance" and "extraordinariness".

"He's a dilettante, a poor imitation. He's just like a warlord or drug dealer." Pisk commented in his mind.

He had never actually met the God of Haiyuan, but he had heard of his South American drug cartel: highly militarized and brutal. Gunfights, bombings, murders, kidnappings. Over the past three decades, the war between the Linan Cartel and the governments of South America, as well as drug cartels in countries like Mexico, had resulted in millions of casualties.

Murdering government leaders, organizing terrorist attacks, executing and dismembering military and police officers, raping men, women, and small animals... The Linan Group has violated virtually every criminal code in the world, minus the cover. Their actions have caused even fellow wineries to exclaim, "You're a bit too extreme." The leader of such a terrorist organization, even claiming to eat raw children daily, is believed. His pretentious collection of artifacts has only slightly improved Pisk's opinion of him.

"I hope the negotiations go smoothly. Huh? Weird... I feel a little uneasy, like someone's watching me."

Piske's feeling was correct; Lin Shangren was right behind him. However, Lin Shangren didn't use his "Schrödinger's Cat" ability, as quantum ghosting was a bit costly. He simply used the transparent invisibility ability he had borrowed from Senlak.

"This guy's collection is quite interesting," Lin Shangren commented. "It seems disparate, but it actually shares the same creative themes. The artworks at the entrance mostly depict fertility worship, followed by the birth, death, and rebirth of life here. This guy has brought together artistic reflections on the 'milestones of life' from different cultures around the world. Hmm? What is this thing?"

Lin Shangren's attention was attracted by the exhibit in a display case at the end of the corridor. It was a ruby ​​shining with scarlet light.

[Name: Pandora's Tears (Imitation)]

【Quality: Artwork? Master Craftsmanship? Perfect Quality】

[Status: Corundum Carving, Alchemical Endowment (Failed), Vintage Treasure]

[Producers: Michael Heinz, Frank Stokes, Claire Simone]

[Note: This replica is a replica of Pandora's Stone, said to grant immortality. To prevent the Nazis from seizing the Pandora's Stone, the "Ancient Monuments Guardians" painstakingly crafted this replica. Over time, the original Pandora's Stone has long since disappeared, but this replica has found its way into the hands of the Kaihara God.]

"Pandora? Could it be the Pandora that the Zoo Organization and Kidd have always wanted to seize?!" Lin Shangren was surprised. "Michael Heinz is the biological father of the Laisheng sisters. He joined the Monuments Men of the East during World War II, dedicated to protecting cultural relics. And he once saw the real Pandora... My goodness, it's connected. Can this be sewn together?!"

The ultimate goal of the brewery in "Detective Conan" is to produce a drug that can rejuvenate and grant immortality. The zoo organization in "Magic Kaito" aims to find the "Pandora Stone," which grants immortality. Both organizations share the same goal: immortality. In "Cat's Eyes," the ultimate goal of the Rei sisters is to uncover the truth behind their father's disappearance. And now, in the mansion of "City Hunter," the final boss, Kaihara Shin, Hayashi Shangren has discovered a replica of the Pandora's Stone crafted by the Rei sisters' father, Michael Heinz. These seemingly unrelated works are now connected.

It feels like playing a sandbox game as you please, but suddenly the main storyline of the game comes out.

"Wow, what an unexpected gain! I bet that old Biden, the one behind the door named Haiyuan Shen, is also pursuing immortality."

[Hey there~ Immortality? Hahaha, isn't the Three Realms and Six Paths destroyed by these four words? (?ω?)]

Lin Shangren: “?”

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

[It's nothing. It's hard to explain. You understand the slang anyway. (?ω?)]

"nerve."

「How are you going to deal with this?」

Before Ashrose could finish her words, Pisk collapsed to the ground, and the servants and guards around him exploded into a pool of mixed blood.

"I wouldn't feel any psychological burden killing something like that." Lin Shangren rubbed his neck and sighed. "I originally wanted to just 'don't care' and have fun, but this sense of justice is really troublesome."

Lin Shangren kicked open the door to Haiyuan Shen's study and rushed in. Without further ado, he waved his hand and used a materialized black shadow to blast the bodyguards and Haiyuan Shen's double sitting behind the desk. He then grabbed Haiyuan Shen's real body, disguised as a waiter, and stunned him while wrapping his body with a heart shadow.

Next is the time for the much-anticipated memory recovery technique.

Taking over Haiyuanshen's organization, purging its members... Lin Shangren has a lot to do, but the one that takes the most effort for him is to treat and properly resettle the innocent boys and girls on Linan Island who were captured from all over and forced into prostitution and comfort.

I'm asking, how do brothels in Latin America control their prostitutes and force them to work at such a high intensity? Do they set KPIs? Implement a last-place elimination system? Instill a culture of "wolf-like" behavior? Or do they just let employees fight amongst themselves?

The answer is obvious: poison.

Use drugs to keep them in an excited state, use drugs as ropes to tie them up, and use drugs to turn them into monsters that are neither human nor ghost and only know how to receive customers and give injections.

Although the Li Nan Group adopted a moderate model similar to that of Denmark, Finland and the Netherlands in its high-end clubs in the center of the island, it has always maintained its old traditions in Latin America in the brothels in the secondary core areas and the comfort stations for low-level mercenaries.

What should Lin Shangren do for these "victims"?

He couldn't just grind them into fertilizer, burying them in the soil along with the harmlessly decomposed poppies, could he? Or perhaps he could simply and crudely give them a blissful euthanasia with the Eagle's Finger? Lin Shangren had killed countless "people," but in his self-awareness, those he had killed were no longer considered human. But these people here still had a chance to be human.

"Oh...trouble."

Lin Shangren sighed. He stood atop the highest peak in the center of Linan Island. Shadows beneath his feet surged in all directions like a flood, flowing across every inch of Linan Island. Wherever the shadows passed, the wicked grew into black thorns dripping with blood and flesh, while those worthy of salvation were enveloped in black cocoons, protected. Screams, wails, and prayers filled the island.

Until the tide-like shadows receded, the streets, houses, forests, beaches... everything on the island became pristine and new. The blood, like the shadows, seeped into the ground, and dust returned to dust. The poppies and the unhuman beings who planted them would eventually rot and be reborn as fertilizer for crops and fruits.

When the shadows completely retreated, the cocoons they had formed slowly melted away under the sunlight. The people who had emerged from their cocoons looked up at the sky in bewilderment, a sweet and fishy taste rising in their mouths. Then a voice rang in their ears, a voice they couldn't understand, yet one they could understand.

"Drink it, it is my blood and also your new life."

In the manor in the center of Linan Island, Lin Shangren, who had lost too much blood, was slumped under the parasol by the swimming pool, watching the breasts of the bikini beauties in the pool who were still in shock and shaking, while chewing chocolate in big mouthfuls.

My Lord, shall we set off now?