Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"You put on makeup and disguised yourself as a police officer and entered the police station."

"Stay there till evening..."

In a silver-white car, Amuro turned his head and looked at the two women sitting in the back seat and said.

The disguise work still has to be carried out by Belmode.

"Curaçao, you have to be careful. I'm afraid the public security has planted a lot of people in our organization."

Belmode took a look at the ID card that didn't have a photo attached to it, smiled and said.

It's not difficult to sneak in, but the difficult part is not being discovered and successfully obtaining intelligence.

"Only a few of us know about this operation." Curacao looked at the other two and spoke.

If something goes wrong, you are not free from responsibility.

"If you are accidentally discovered inside, you can't blame us." Belmode tapped the car window with his fingers.

She wasn't wearing black leather today.

She was wearing a light-colored floral dress, a sun hat and sunglasses. She didn't look like a member of a terrorist organization at all. She was clearly a sexy and charming blonde young woman with a proud figure.

"Normally, we should keep communicating at all times, but the computer room where internal data is stored is likely to have some defensive measures," Amuro continued.

"You don't seem to have investigated it clearly yet."

Curacao frowned.

It is indeed not an easy task to hack into the database on the sixth floor of the National Police Agency.

"It's not difficult to enter the police station and hide on the sixth floor. I have also extracted the fingerprints used to open the door. If I still fail, haha..." Amuro sneered.

If you can't even eat the meat that's put in your mouth, then you really deserve to die.

If anything unexpected happens, I'll just send you to hell.

However, it’s better to die far away and not die in my police department.

As the chief planner and executor of the actions of both the red and black sides, Amuro has been having a lot of headaches recently.

"You're quite capable." Belmode looked at Bourbon deeply and said with a smile.

She took the luggage bag beside her and began to put makeup on the silver-haired woman next to her who was wearing a black business suit.

Put on a wig with colored lenses to modify the details of the face, and because I'm wearing a tight skirt, I also have to cover the scars on my legs.

There is no need to carry out a major project to change your face.

Curacao took a look at his current appearance in the mirror. He had a rather capable short black hair, and some changes had been made to his eyebrows and eyes. After wearing colored contact lenses, his pupils also turned into a normal color.

Okay, that's enough.

If I am photographed, I will not doubt that it is related to my real appearance.

The next step is to wait for the action to begin...

……

Night falls.

In the more than 20-story police building, the lights in most offices were dimmed and the building became much quieter.

The door of a spare room on the sixth floor opened slightly, and a figure walked out quietly.

To come here to work, pretending to be a police officer delivering documents is definitely much better than pretending to be a public security officer. No one wants to pay any attention to her.

Just like the information Bourbon had gathered, there was no one working on the entire sixth floor. It seemed like a place dedicated to storing documents and files.

Less important items are placed openly on the cabinets in the office, while the more important rooms are all locked.

The top-secret internal information to be stolen this time is in the most heavily guarded room.

Fingerprint door lock, the alarm will sound if there is any mistake, ensuring that the entire building can hear it.

Curacao took a deep breath and pressed his fingers down.

"drop!"

Bourbon did not go wrong. With a slight click, the red light turned green and the door opened directly.

This room is not small. There is a control console in the middle with multiple computer screens spliced ​​together above it. The rows of cabinets on both sides are filled with densely packed wires and flashing machines. These are storage devices, and the things recorded in them are absolutely massive.

"Next." Curacao took out a USB drive and walked closer to the console.

Neither she nor Bourbon had password access, and a program written by an organization would be completely ineffective and would alert the police in an instant.

Produced by an organization, no matter whether you are the police or anything else, no matter how strong your defense is, you will be knocked down in minutes.

Various garbled characters began to flash on several screens, pop-up windows popped up one after another, and then progress bars appeared.

Curacao looked at it and found that it only took two or three minutes to go from 1 to 100, which made him feel a lot more at ease.

Two minutes later.

The public security system was completely invaded.

Curacao walked into the empty space as if no one was around. He quickly scanned the various documents and began to search.

Finally, the first recorded information about a person related to the organization appeared before his eyes.

The photo in front of me shows a man wearing a knitted hat.

He belongs to the FBI, codenamed Rye Whiskey, alias Dai Moroboshi, real name Akai Shuichi...

Curacao knew this person.

However, what the public security investigated seems to be more detailed than what the organization found, and is worth recording.

next.

When Curacao saw the next name that appeared, his pupils shrank suddenly.

dark Knight!

Different from Akai Shuichi.

His report was over thirty pages long, with detailed records and analysis of every incident, many of which the organization was completely unaware of.

And his true identity is...

Undercover!

An FBI member working undercover in the Black Organization, he has a terrifying intelligence network and is good at fighting and camouflage...

Yes, it’s the FBI again, and they have worked with Shuichi Akai before.

Curacao took out five-color transparent cards, slowly overlapped them in front of his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to record.

This is her memory medium, like a key to open the memory palace.

The Dark Knight's information has the highest priority, above all others.

"Get rid of him, we must get rid of him!" These were Rum's exact words.

It is true that he has rebellious intentions and wants to overthrow the boss's control, but he absolutely cannot achieve his goal through a guy like this.

If the situation really comes to that, what's the use of having a shabby organization?

The information scrolled quickly, and everything about the Dark Knight was taken into Curacao's head.

"who?!"

At this moment, someone was standing at the door holding a pile of documents and asked loudly.

Curacao's expression changed and he turned to look over.

There were two people, both men, holding documents and storage devices in their hands, and seemed to be doing some work.

Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped on her flat shoes and rushed towards the two people with great agility.

The distance was no more than three or five meters, and she reached it in an instant. She clenched her fist and swung it, but it was blocked by both hands. Her feet did not stop moving, but the angle was not good, so she could only kick the shin bone.

There was a scream, and as soon as they met, one of them fell down holding the documents.

Just as Curacao was preparing to move forward.

Another guy wearing glasses and looking righteous reached out to touch the fingerprint lock.

"Drip drip!"

The dazzling red light was blinding, the alarm sounded, and the situation was completely reversed... (End of this chapter)