RNP Page 469
Page 469
Thanks to his ability to disguise himself and fake his voice, for four years, or even nearly five years, no one could see through his disguise, and everyone thought he was indeed a woman.
But this won't last long. Once the cross-age recognition system is completely completed, he will implant a special backdoor into the program, then run away and no longer be bound by this ghost identity.
"Good afternoon, Miss Grace!"
Binga subconsciously responded to a staff member passing by who said hello, and then he suddenly realized something was wrong, for example, there seemed to be surprisingly few staff members he met today.
Is it because there is some social gathering that he doesn't know about, or is there something else that caused those people to leave temporarily?
His footsteps inadvertently quickened a bit, and when he turned the corner of the corridor——————
An arc of electricity flashed quietly, and the electric shock from the Taser instantly paralyzed Binga's body.
(…When did this place have a secret door? Why haven’t I seen one in the four years I’ve been here?)
A thought flashed through Binga's mind, and the men in black who rushed out from other places instantly pressed him to the ground. One of them half squatted down, allowing Binga to see the document in his hand.
CIA (Central Intelligence Agency)————Damn it, how come people from the United States are interfering in the European Police? Is this a filial son trying to kill his father?
(I just received news from Rum yesterday that he was promoted to a trusted confidant, but he was arrested today? Is there a mole in the organization?)
"Congratulations, member of the terrorist organization codenamed Binga, you have been arrested."
The CIA member said with a smile.
—————May 31, 6:25 p.m.——————
—————France, Paris——————
Gin leaned the cigarette against the rooftop railing next to him and shook it to get rid of the ash.
He felt a little melancholy. Why couldn't we catch and kill all the traitors in the organization?
Next to Gin was a male traitor who was shot in the head and died instantly. Compared with other members of the organization, he, as the top fighter, preferred to solve problems in a simple and rough way.
After all, few of those who are chosen by organizations in various countries to infiltrate their organizations as undercover agents are spineless enough to get anything out of them.
"What a trouble, Vodka, where is the next mission target? Who is it?"
Gin put out his cigarette and asked his assistant who was standing outside the door.
However, Vodka's voice sounded behind him.
"Boss, there is no next mission target."
Gin frowned. He remembered that he had emphasized more than once that he didn't like anyone standing behind him, including his assistant Vodka. Could it be that Vodka had forgotten this?
However, what was even more outrageous than standing behind him was that Vodka actually raised a pistol and pointed it at his body. The dangerous sharpness was lingering and extremely familiar.
"...Vodka, I didn't expect you were also an undercover agent sent by the police."
He said in a cold voice, it only took a moment for him to remove Vodka's gun, and like he had done countless times before, he could skillfully get rid of his former assistant, but before that, he wanted to hear the reason why the other party was exposed.
Was the traitor that was solved now a friend of Vodka? Or was it the person behind Vodka who asked him to do it?
"Boss, I'm not a traitor, but you might be. This is the order from Rum."
Vodka said calmly.
"He said that you should take a good rest for a few days and he will make a decision after the matter is thoroughly investigated."
This is an unfunny joke. After so many years of trying to catch the traitor, I didn't expect that he would become the traitor in the end.
Gin's anger level is rising at this moment, he wants to see what Rum is doing!
—————May 31, 8:30 p.m.——————
—————United States, CIA Headquarters——————
"The results of the investigation into Karasuma Renya have come out, but according to official records, he died of old age forty years ago. I don't think he was the leader of the Black Organization."
"In reality, no one has ever lived to be over 140 years old. Never."
The agent said this with a little dissatisfaction, but he suddenly changed the subject at this time.
"However, at an annual meeting of the International Economic Forum forty-seven years ago, consistent with the intelligence provided by the FBI, Karasuma Renya confirmed that he participated in that annual meeting—"
"It's just that it wasn't Karasuma Renya himself who came, but someone else who replaced Karasuma Renya. If the FBI's intelligence is completely true, the person who replaced Karasuma Renya to attend the annual meeting was Rum, the second-in-command of the Black Organization."
"…His true identity has been determined."
The agent flipped a page of the information in his hand and then added to his previous words.
"By the way, Habri Libnand, a wealthy man from the Narikin Republic, was also present at the annual meeting of the International Economic Forum forty-seven years ago. Considering the cause of Habri Libnand's death..."
"The Black Organization seems to be planning a new storm within the Narikin Republic."
Chapter 470: Departure and Return
—————May 30, 8:25 a.m.——————
—————Tokyo, Beika-cho——————
"Well, this time the trouble is too big, my dad asked me to go back to Osaka first, saying that he has something to tell me. I have no choice but to go back first. If you have time, come to Osaka and I will treat you guys to a good time!"
Hattori Heiji waved goodbye with a smile, and he even emphasized it.
"Then I'll let you see my strength as the Great Detective of Kansai! I'll invite you to travel around Osaka in the most expensive and luxurious car! Remember to come!"
Looking at Hattori Heiji getting into the car with his luggage, Genmitsu looked very touched on the surface, but in fact he was secretly complaining in his heart, who would dare to travel around Osaka in your "luxury car".
Do you really think I don't know that the car you are talking about is the new police car purchased by the Osaka Police Department? I'm not here to experience pure prison style!
Looking at the train that Hattori Heiji was on sailing away into the distance, Xiang Yuanguang yawned and planned to go back to catch up on some sleep. After all, these past few days had been really intense, and he happened to have no new lawsuits on hand, so it was a good opportunity for him to give himself a short vacation.
Now that the Black Organization has stopped bothering him, it can be said that this is a rare period of leisure time.
"Yueshui, I'm going back to the office to get some good sleep. How about you? If you need to go somewhere, I'll give you a ride."
In response to the blue hedgehog's sincere remarks, the female detective simply responded in a gruff voice.
"No need. Considering your symptoms of driving fatigue and your lost driver's license, I'll be the only one who can drive your car until the negotiations with the Public Security Bureau and the Metropolitan Police Department are over."
"So your question is completely unnecessary. Unless Maori Kogoro suddenly reappears somewhere, I am the only one who can take you back to the office."
"By the way, where is your good red brother? I haven't seen him since you two left the courtroom yesterday morning. Did you stab him in the chest with your demon hunting knife?"
"...Of course not. He's not a real demon who can die with just one stab."
Xiang Yuanguang was silent for a moment, then spoke to clarify this slightly harsh possibility.
"Dante is investigating the Black Organization in Tokyo. Once the investigation in Tokyo is finished, he will take the special operations team to the original track of the Silver Star to review the original situation."
"Unlike when he was doing the operation, he is now having a headache with all the aftermath and investigation work. It would be strange if you could still see him after yesterday morning."
...That's true.
The young female detective nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Xiang Yuanguang's statement. The two talked as they walked, and soon got into Xiang Yuan's office's car. While she was driving, she also reminded the hedgehog in the passenger seat to fasten his seat belt.
As the vehicle was slowly driving away, Xiang Yuanguang inadvertently saw a slightly strange red vehicle in the parking lot. It looked like a red racing car on a racetrack and seemed out of place.
He seemed to have seen this car in the parking lot of the Procuratorate before, and he didn't know why it appeared here now... Maybe it was just a coincidence. The vehicle slowly drove away, and the things in the train station moved quickly backwards in the perspective of the moving vehicle, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye. Other things on the road were also slightly blurry and could not be seen clearly.
Xiang Yuanguang leaned back in the passenger seat, tapping his forehead with his finger as he thought about the Black Organization. He didn't think that this organization was so fragile and vulnerable.
Even if you think with a hedgehog's mind, you can clearly realize that even if the Black Organization only has one member in various well-known cities around the world, there will not be less than thirty official members.
Even if this action directly killed a quarter of the members of the Black Organization who appeared in the plot, it still would not be considered a heavy blow to the Black Organization.
Unless the official forces in the United States can really find out Rum's true identity from the summit forty-seven years ago and put enough pressure on Rum to force him to shrink the Black Organization - otherwise the crisis will never disappear.
(Hmm, this is really troublesome. Even if the official forces in the United States have gained something, they will not tell me. In other words, do I still have to prepare for the Black Organization to only temporarily decline from Tokyo?)
(The Investigator would not have entrusted me with such an important task without any reason. He would have done so only if he had known me for a long time and trusted my ability... But my memory of the original owner is incomplete and I have no idea about this.)
(Just like the original owner's relationship with the local boss Koga Group in Shikoku... It seems that I really need to find a way to actively use the magatama to communicate with the dead.)
(Perhaps it would be a good idea to go to Ekoda High School someday, meet Koizumi Akako from this world view, and see if the witch from Conan's world view still has magic power...?)
While the Ryu of Beikacho's car was still driving on the street towards his loyal Xiangyuan Universal Office, the prison in Kamurocho was quietly opened at this time and the Ryu of Dojima regained his freedom.
When Kazuma Kiryu, wearing a white suit, walked out of the prison gate and looked at Kamurocho, which he almost didn't recognize in the past ten years, he felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to say.
He was once one of the signature figures of the Tojo Clan, but now he has received a warrant from the Tojo Clan while in prison. In other words, he was kicked out of the Tojo Clan. If it weren't for the letter sent by Kazama Shintaro, who was like his adoptive father.
Ten years later, Kazuma Kiryu didn't know where to go to continue his life.
Tick, tick, tick.
The Dragon of Dojima got on the train back to the city of Kamurocho, and he recalled his past in prison.
Although he was arrested, prosecuted, and imprisoned for murder and served ten years in prison, in fact, he did not kill anyone at all. He was just going to jail for his good brother Nishikawa Akira.
Although Kiryu Kazuma lost ten precious years of his life because of this, he did not regret it because it was in line with his moral principles.
But when he returned to Kamurocho and heard about the deeds of the Dragon of Beikacho, the death of the third-generation Tojo Clan President Sera Masaru, and the news that Nishikiyama Akira was about to take over as the fourth-generation Tojo Clan President————————
Kazuma Kiryu couldn't help feeling a little confused. He had wasted ten years in prison and his strength was no longer as good as before. Now that he had returned to the turbulent and ever-changing Kamurocho, what could he do?
But no matter what, the Dragon of Dojima still stepped firmly into the Tenkaichi Street of Kamurocho.
You can only know what you can and cannot do by experiencing it yourself.
The story of [Dragon] has just begun from this moment————————