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"Neon? We're over a thousand kilometers away from neon, what neon?"

"Gorsen Justin sneered."

"So you Britons are determined to steal from us Japanese?"

Amuro Tooru narrowed his eyes, not saying anything about how these extraordinary items were collected from wealthy Japanese people.

After all, nobody's stupid. Those big shots will soon realize that they were just waiting in the wings.

Actually, it was originally a plan proposed by Atsuomi Ayanokoji, a politician from another faction in Japan to which he belonged—

Go with the flow, and in the end, the fisherman will reap the benefits!

I never expected that this damn distillery would still be in the same state after more than ten years, with a bunch of traitors.

For a moment, he also felt troubled.

at this time.

"Hand over the stuff, the tequila?"

An area where celebrities congregate.

A beautiful woman with blue hair stepped forward, and a quarter of the men in black switched sides. The red dots of sniper rifles flickered on the bodies of the Japanese police and MI6 agents.

woc.

It can't be...

Everyone was stunned.

really.

The blue-haired female celebrity continued, "This is our Federation's ship, so the things here rightfully belong to our Federation. Did you ask the FBI before taking our Federation's things?"

"Seven-tailed Futaba..."

Many people find this unbelievable.

This household name, a superstar who has been famous for over ten years, is actually an FBI agent?

She's the only actress in over a decade who can rival Minami Mori in terms of film awards.

(Appears in Conan's Nagasaki Mystery Theater - Bakumatsu Arc and Modern Arc)

She was 23 years old at the time and was hailed as a rising star in the entertainment industry.

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"Golden Wheat (a type of liquor), you're actually an FBI agent?"

Tequila and vodka are both somewhat unbelievable.

Six executives came to their distillery this time: Sherry, who was in charge; Megumi Ito, who was in charge of vodka; Satoshi Kawaguchi, who was in charge of tequila; Justin Gauzen, who was in charge of tequila; and Futaba Nanao, who was in charge of golden wheat.

Kiel is the Japanese Public Security Bureau, Tequila is MI6, and Golden Wheat is the FBI, so Vodka couldn't be...

really.

The next moment, Megumi Ito turned around coldly and looked at Satoshi Kirkawaguchi: "Put down your guns. Are you Japanese police pointing your guns at our CIA? Are you trying to rebel?"

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Most of the remaining men in black suits quietly turned their guns away, leaving only a dozen or so people looking completely bewildered.

Everyone was stunned.

This damn black-clad organization is toxic.

The FBI, CIA, MI6, Japanese Public Security... they've all been riddled with traitors.

It's not just that there are ghosts in the house, it's that the whole place is full of ghosts, and I don't even know if there are any legitimate members of the organization.

Are you sure this lousy organization isn't just a front for various countries doing the dirty work?

wonderful.

fantastic.

Amuro Tooru was completely dumbfounded.

Gin has been dead for less than ten years, and the Black Organization has already become this wretched.

He took a deep breath, looked at the remaining people, and tentatively asked, "Anyone else?"

next moment.

There really is...

A dozen or so men in black suits exchanged glances, then sheepishly raised their hands and stepped forward: "Don't shoot, we're all on the same side, from the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Department..."

"We're police officers, you're public security officers, we're really on the same side!"

Good guy.

The burly man, his face bruised and swollen from being beaten by Kohei and Kitahara, turned around blankly and looked at the empty space behind him.

So it's just him?

The once menacing black-clad organization was divided into four major factions in the blink of an eye.

The entire deck fell silent.

No one knew what to say.

So, it was a bunch of spies from various countries who were causing trouble from beginning to end?

Some big shots vowed to themselves that they would make those bastards pay for this.

What's wrong with the Federation?

Anyone who can make it big in Japan has a powerful figure in the Federation backing them.

Even a federal state, which is a collection of disparate entities, is not a monolithic entity.

really.....

Megumi Ito gave a forced smile: "It seems like things outside the Federation aren't your FBI's business, are they?"

Futaba Nanao sneered: "Japan doesn't count as outside the Federation."

Amuro Tooru and the other public security officers and police officers immediately froze.

It's true, but can you guys at least say this in private? There are so many people here.

What happened to the FBI?

The employer and employee even chased after them!

(In Tokyo, Shuichi Akai sneezed and looked around suspiciously.)

However, this is a public place...

Amuro Tooru took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Everyone, the original owners of these things are still here. How about we return them to their rightful owners?"

The big shots have also realized what's happening.

Yes.

They're still here.

In an instant, the air of great figures returned to them, their chins slightly raised as they looked down at these low-level officials.

Shinomiya Un'taka stepped forward with a broad smile: "Oh, it's officials from the CIA and FBI. I am Shinomiya Un'taka, from the Shinomiya family..."

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

A burst of bullets grazed his groin, sparked on the deck, and bounced to the side.

The first, the second, the third... blood blossoms bloomed continuously.

"Awoooo ...

Kitahara Iori, lying on the ground, suddenly widened her eyes and let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

A burst of bullets flew out and landed right in his buttocks, making them look like blooming trumpet flowers.

Kitahara Iori stared blankly at the clear blue sky, and two lines of tears fell from her eyes, filled with grievance.

What did he do to deserve this...?

Shigu Yunying looked down at his smoking crotch and his trembling penis, then silently retreated back into the crowd. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Scared to death.

He was so close, so very close, to becoming Kaguya Shinomiya's older sister.

At this time.

Amidst the footsteps of "Tower, Tower, Tower..."

"so....."

The blonde woman, who called herself Sherry, walked over, took a remote control out of her pocket, and waved it around: "...Have you forgotten that I planted a bomb on the ship?"

"Shirley?"

Former Bourbon Amuro Tooru—now captain Rei Furuya—looked at the blonde woman, a complex emotion flashing through his mind.

Thinking of the person who originally belonged to this code name.

The person in front of me was not the researcher who had sacrificed his life at a young age.

Instead, she inherited this code name and has a close connection with that horror tale. She was once a member of the Junior Detective League and also the first classmate of the ghost story "Detective" - ​​"Ayumi Yoshida".

Her blonde hair and even her face were just a disguise she learned from Vermouth.

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Image: "Ayumi Yoshiwara", Location: "Images/1760417158-100451303-113968694.jpg"

"Ayumi Yoshida, are you still making unrealistic plans?"

He took a deep breath, looked at the flamboyant and unrestrained woman, and said with a hint of sincerity, "That thing is not a person, not even a life, but a rule, a phenomenon, which has no concept of death."

No matter what you do, you can never get revenge.

Because the premise of revenge is that the other party is a human being with a self...

About ten years ago, after Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya died, this woman joined the Black Organization. She spared no effort and trampled on bottom lines and morality to gain trust step by step, until three years ago when she became the only successful experimental subject besides Vermouth.

She was even more successful than Vermouth because she regained some of her youth and returned to her peak condition at twenty-four.

She is willing to do anything for revenge.

The blonde woman's face turned cold: "So Conan and Genta died for nothing? Mitsuhiko's death has already proven that everyone in the Japanese government is useless."

Now, you bunch of useless trash who couldn't even protect your own companions, how dare you show yourselves in front of me?

Amuro Tooru felt a pang of pity, but he still said firmly, "Yoshida Ayumi, the Edogawa Conan you know never existed in the first place. Don't continue down this path of deception. Your wish is nothing but self-deception. Find a place to start your life anew."

This pathetic woman.

Because of the increasingly close connection with that ghost story, first my grandfather, then my maternal grandmother, then my father, my mother...

One by one, they died tragically on the stage of death, like puppets, and the girls who once had everything fell into hell in an instant.

As she tried to cling to the Junior Detective League as her last refuge, Genta Kojima died...

For an even more ridiculous reason!

And the culprit behind all of this turned out to be Conan, whom she trusted most...

even....

From the very beginning, the little boy named Conan Edogawa never existed.

He's just a monster who thinks he's Shinichi Kudo.

The blonde woman's eyes dimmed slightly, but she still gripped the remote control, her gaze gradually hardening: "That was before, but now..."

Her gaze fell on the silver metal box in Gao Sen Justin's hand, a smile playing on her lips: "Isn't that why you're here too?"