The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1387 Professor Agasa's Wonderful Inventions
Shuichi Akai has received news of Rena Mizunashi.

He sat in his Chevrolet pickup truck, pondered for a long time, and finally decided to go to the meeting alone.

However, as a member of an organization, his unusual behavior was noticed by his superiors.

So he explained his plan.

Upon hearing this plan, James Black gasped: "If I hadn't discovered your disappearance today, we would all have been kept in the dark."

“Only in this way can we ensure that the enemy will also believe it.” Shuichi Akai said calmly. “Given the organization’s level of caution, they will definitely have someone confirm this after my death. If everyone knows about my situation, then this matter is very likely to be tricked out of us.”

"I understand……"

James Black nodded, quite understanding. "You've really had a tough time, Shuichi. You have to keep it a secret not only from the enemy but also from your own people."

"I'm leaving now." Shuichi Akai didn't reply, his expression unchanged. "Before going to the banquet, I still need to pick up some props that we asked our friends to prepare."

"That child?"

James Black immediately thought of Conan and nodded, saying, "Be careful, Shuichi."

Hideaki Akai nodded and started the car to leave.

James Black looked at the taillights of Shuichi Akai's car and sighed deeply.

He could understand his subordinate engaging in double-dealing, even keeping it from him.

As the head of this group of FBI agents, how could he not know the composition of his subordinates?

It's been leaked...

To be honest, in his opinion, Shuichi Akai was the only talent he could use.

They have fighting ability, and even more so, they have brains.

Unfortunately, most FBI agents are capable in combat but lack common sense and caution...

It's not that everyone else is useless; after all, people like this are rare.

…………

Shuichi Akai, driving his car, contacted Conan at lightning speed.

"So fast?"

"She's already given me the meeting place... Is everything ready?"

"It's ready. Go to this address to pick it up and just tell him I'm here."

"Understood, I'll go get the things and come right back."

Shuichi Akai hung up the phone, looked at the street in front of him, and fell into his memories.

On the night the plan was devised on the rooftop, he and the young Edogawa had already discussed their strategy.

First, send Rena Mizunashi back to the organization.

Afterwards, the organization will definitely doubt Rena Mizunashi's loyalty.

Although this was uncertain, he and Conan had considered it and made preparations.

I just didn't expect to use it so soon.

With these thoughts in mind, he drove all the way to Professor Agasa's house.

As snowflakes fell, Shuichi Akai, wearing a knitted hat that had turned white from the accumulated snow, knocked on the door of the oddly shaped villa in front of him.

The person who opened the door was an old man who was bald on top but had hair on the sides.

It looks very professional at first glance.

Dr. Agasa glanced at the man in front of him, said nothing, and went back to his laboratory in the garage to retrieve several items.

He coughed lightly and said, "I've already heard Conan mention you. The equipment is all ready."

As he spoke, he began to introduce the vests: "This is a bulletproof vest, and it contains blood plasma. Once you are hit, the blood plasma will be released. This is also a knitted hat, which is also filled with bulletproof material and blood plasma. When it explodes in the front, the back will also spray out..."

"Besides that, there's a remote control. If you press it, the blood inside will spurt out. This is the left chest, this is the right chest, and this is the hat."

"And these pants, I specially coated them with a fire-retardant coating. As long as you put them in the pockets, even a temperature of two thousand degrees won't burn them..."

"Of course, if you are hit at close range, even those bulletproof materials cannot completely prevent you from being injured, especially a knitted hat. If you are hit, the impact cannot be offset, and there is a risk of concussion."

"Finally, there are blood plasma capsules. Once you bite one open, it will bleed. They contain edible pigments."

"..."

Shuichi Akai stared at the huge pile of things that Professor Agasa had brought out and fell silent for a moment, seemingly out of nowhere.

He was a little unsure what to say...

Are all these things made by this old man all by himself?

Isn't this right...

Why can't our FBI's research and development department come up with something like this?

Well, even if I manage to create it, it probably won't be my turn.

Shuichi Akai was dazzled by the equipment in front of him, feeling like a country bumpkin visiting the city.

At the same time, he began to doubt the identity of the old man in front of him.

No, old man, who are you? How did you manage to make something like this?

Bulletproof vests and knitted hats, high-temperature resistant materials...

Is this something a normal person could get their hands on?
And it's only been a few days!
Professor Agasa seemed very enthusiastic about this, and then handed over all his Mickey Mouse inventions to Shuichi Akai.

He continued, "I rushed to get all this equipment done; if I had more time, it might have been even better..."

"Oh……"

Shuichi Akai took the equipment, and before he could even warm it up, he heard Professor Agasa continue, "If you find this equipment useful, remember to come back again!"

Akai Shuichi: "..."

Wait, why are you advertising to me?

Dr. Agasa was at a loss for words.

How do you think an old man like me makes a living?

Of course, it's thanks to my little inventions...

Now if I don't advertise, all this equipment I prepared will have been for nothing, right?
Do you know how much money these things cost this old man?

I need to sell at least some of them to break even!
Shuichi Akai simply nodded, inexplicably feeling as if he were making a deal with an evil black market merchant.

Without saying much, he left immediately.

As for the introduction...

Well, that's not possible for now.

His FBI team's budget wasn't actually that much.

Buying equipment? Are you trying to starve yourself?
…………

Shuichi Akai is making preparations.

Vermouth's operation has also begun.

She made a phone call, and a black van was driven up by an organization member dressed in black.

She opened the trunk and took out a handgun and a black box.

Then, he turned around and handed it to Rena Mizunashi, who was sitting in the Mazda: "After you kill him, dispose of the body."

"We followed behind in this van."

"How long is the countdown?" Rena Mizunashi narrowed her eyes. "It's not going to explode and kill both Shuichi Akai and me the moment I activate the bomb, is it?"

"Thirty seconds."

Vermouth said calmly, "That's enough for you to drive away from the blast radius. Besides, even if I wanted to do it, you wouldn't have a choice, would you?"

To this, Rena Mizunashi could only look helpless: "Then my life is all in your hands."

Vermouth simply smiled and said, "I would never betray my partner unless absolutely necessary."

"Besides, I personally rescued you from the hospital."

"Isn't this redundant?"

Rena Mizunashi wanted to say, "You old auntie, you're really wicked. Everyone in the organization knows your reputation!"

However, given the current situation, no matter what I say, I have no room for rebuttal.

Therefore, Rena Mizunashi had no choice but to believe.

She felt a mix of emotions as she took the pistol and the bomb.

I wonder if the FBI was prepared...

After all, the gun in his hand was fully loaded.

If they open fire, Shuichi Akai will be dead.

After thinking about it, she still felt that she should be on the safe side and remove the bullet heads, making two blank bullets instead.

Actually, she had already sent Shuichi Akai to her hideout to make preparations beforehand.

However, Vermouth was far too cautious; she wouldn't even let her leave...

Up to now, the bombs and pistols were all prepared by this woman.

It's extremely difficult to do anything about it.

Looks like I'll have to tamper with it while I'm driving...

The rest of the plan is fine, the key issue is the pistol...

However, the FBI, at least Shuichi Akai, shouldn't be so foolish as to not prepare bulletproof vests and blood bags.

If you don't prepare, then there's nothing you can do.

…………

Chianti, Cohen, Vermouth, and Fujino (East Snow Lotus) all got into the back of the black van.

Ireland, on the other hand, was driving his BMW, following behind the van.

There was a monitor in the back of the van, which displayed Kir's (Rena Mizunashi) perspective and audio in sync.

However, it seems that due to the limitations of the era, this monitor is not considered high-definition.

It's only about 720p at most, so it's a bit blurry. Also, the camera on Rena Mizunashi's neck isn't a very good camera.

The picture became even blurrier.

Chianti pulled his sniper rifle from his large backpack and began loading bullets. Cohen also opened his bag, glanced at the sniper rifle inside, and finally picked up the binoculars next to it.

Vermouth watched the monitor quietly.

Fujino felt it would be inappropriate for him not to do something, so he immediately took out a large black star gun from his pocket and began to inspect the weapon.

After inspecting it for a while, he glanced at Chianti's sniper rifle next to him and took the initiative to ask, "PSG1, is the range sufficient?"

Upon hearing this, Chianti glanced at the stranger beside her, her expression displeased. She was clearly unhappy with this complete stranger's overly familiar manner in striking up a conversation.

However, considering that he is, after all, one of Vermouth's people.

She explained in a disgruntled tone, "Outsiders shouldn't think they know a little about guns and come here to give unsolicited advice."

Fujino wasn't annoyed by this, and simply explained, "I'm a sniper too, so I'm not exactly an amateur..."

"Your firing range is about 600 yards?"

“Yes, that’s right,” Chianti said, her tone unchanged. “So, what size are you?”

"It's hard to say." Fujino stroked his chin. "About 900 yards, within 800 meters is no problem, but beyond that, I can't hit accurately."

Chianti and Cohen both glanced at the guy who had come with Vermouth upon hearing this.

They clearly scoffed at this.

Why don't you just say you're Shuichi Akai?
Vermouth then suddenly spoke up: "He once accurately killed a target at a distance of 800 meters."

"...?"

Cohen and Chianti both frowned upon hearing this.

Deep down, both of them were still somewhat displeased with Vermouth.

After all, he had previously caused the death of Calvados, who was also a sniper.

But then, they were saved again...

There was nothing more to say between them.

Chianti remained skeptical, but said with a hint of sarcasm, "If there's a chance, I'd really like to see."

"There will be an opportunity..."

Fujino nodded and responded.

Vermouth, on the other hand, felt slightly speechless.

Goodness, this kid is really cunning...

He even specifically mentioned his sniping range.

And since it involves victims, it's a bit like hell.

Vermouth ignored Fujino and simply stared at the monitor.

The main problem is that I don't know what to say when I try to start a conversation, like in this situation.

Although these words might expose her previous schemes, she still trusted Fujino and knew what she could and couldn't say.

After all, this guy is even more shrewd than her.

In this respect, she really is not as good as him.

…………

Yeshan Road.

Rena Mizunashi drove to the agreed-upon location.

Vermouth, on the other hand, rode in a black bread roll and led everyone to the highest point on the mountain, where she released Chianti and Cohen.

The two snipers were looking for a position, so they weren't next to the van.

Taking the opportunity, Vermouth coughed lightly, and while looking at the monitor, took out her phone and sent a message to Fujino: "This time, are you sure you don't want to get involved?"

Fujino simply replied, "Well, I won't get involved. Besides, there's really no need for me to get involved."

"Oh?"

Fujino glanced at Vermouth: "Shouldn't you know that already?"

"I think you should already know this. There's no point in pretending not to know if you already know the truth."

Vermouth shrugged: "Kir is a NOC, so she must have planned this with Shuichi Akai to escape. I know that much. But given the current situation, she probably doesn't have any way to keep up the act any longer, right?"

"Today, if she doesn't kill Shuichi Akai, she will be considered a traitor."

"And Shuichi Akai will definitely come to keep the appointment so that she can continue to remain undercover."

"Actually, the boss is just looking for an opportunity to deal with this. It would be best if Shuichi Akai could be eliminated, but if he can't, then so be it."

"As for the backup plan, it's mainly to guard against FBI support."

"We'll see what happens next, one step at a time. It would be best if we got rid of him, but if we can't, it's not a big deal."

Fujino looked at the old lady with a puzzled expression, his eyes filled with confusion: "Are you really pretending or just faking it?"

"What do you mean?"

Vermouth frowned, slightly puzzled.

Upon seeing this, Fujino thought about it and indeed felt that the matter was a bit outrageous.

He then explained, "Shuichi Akai released the man and let Kir return. Afterward, the organization suspected Rena Mizunashi and had her arrange to meet Shuichi Akai..."

"Moreover, she successfully lured Shuichi Akai out."

"Don't you think things are going a little too smoothly?"

Vermouth narrowed her eyes upon hearing this, recalling Fujino's words.

After careful consideration, she suddenly frowned, as if she had realized something.

Then he asked, "You mean, this is also part of their act now?"

(End of this chapter)