Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

After sitting in his shop for a while and chatting with Mr. Mori about the recent specialties of Beika Town, Lin Feng even drove over to help an old customer repair something.

He didn't return to the underground laboratory until evening, put on his gear, and awaited the night's operation...

……

night.

The moon and stars are rare.

The weather is great tonight.

Inside a luxurious black sedan, Rum sat with his legs crossed, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, puffing on a cigar.

"Sir, we'll be there soon."

The driver, wearing sunglasses and a sharp suit, seemed completely unaffected by the smoke and respectfully offered a reminder.

After passing through the tunnel ahead, we'll reach one of the organization's secret bases in about ten minutes.

"and many more."

Rum frowned slightly and told the driver to stop.

Without asking why, the car slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

He picked up the phone next to him and dialed.

"it's me."

"We'll change the meeting location. I'll let you know."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and began making arrangements...

the other side.

"what happened?"

Inside a silver-white vehicle sat three people, with Bourbon, a brilliant intelligence operative within the organization, driving the car.

Two women were sitting in the back row.

They are Vermouth, with blonde hair and dressed in black.

And, Curaçao, who has mysteriously disappeared for several days!

The two sides were about to meet when Rum suddenly called, causing Vermouth to frown.

"He said he wanted to meet at a different location and told us to wait for news," Amuro said, glancing at the two women in the rearview mirror.

He looked away, his mind racing with thoughts.

To put it simply, Rum and his crew suspected that Curaçao had been kidnapped and were prepared to cut something up.

However, he was different. He didn't need to doubt anything; he knew for sure that the other party had been in a car accident and had been taken away by the Dark Knight.

Why did you come back?
How could he possibly come back so suddenly!
And they acted as if nothing had happened.

Are you kidding me?!
They escaped from that guy?!
Of course, according to Curaçao.

She was being chased by the FBI and was involved in a car accident while on the run. Due to a severe head injury, her memory became disordered...

Is it reasonable?
If you're really being chased by guys like the FBI, you'll need to hide...

Well, Curaçao's brain structure is very unique; you can clearly see the difference when you take pictures at the hospital, so the possibility of memory confusion is still quite high.

"I remember my name, and I know I can't be discovered..."

Curaçao also took out the five-color card that she always carried with her.

This is the key to regaining memories, and it has nothing to do with Ferris wheels or anything like that.

“We should indeed be more cautious.” Vermouth smiled slightly when she heard Rum say this, and looked at Curaçao, who had silver hair and a very indifferent expression.

What if the other person is lying?

But what about being recruited by the FBI?

Having no relatives left in the world, what weaknesses does she have?

“You should have already told me about the Dark Knight, right?” Curaçao crossed his arms and looked at Bourbon in the driver’s seat.

"of course."

Amuro nodded.

suspicious!

That's really suspicious!
Did that guy release you to relay this kind of information to the organization?
Something's not right here.

Amuro always felt that the Dark Knight was plotting something.

But how was this Curaçao turned?

"What kind of information can I hear first?" Vermouth asked with a smile, leaning against the side.

The information the police gathered about the Dark Knight is quite intriguing.

"I'll tell you everything in a moment." Curaçao clearly had no intention of repeating himself twice.

"Alright."

"This is your phone."

Vermouth didn't press further, and took out the phone she had left in the car after the Curaçao crash from her pocket.

The organization is quite capable; they can easily obtain any evidence or anything else they want.

Curaçao took the phone and looked at it; there were only minor scratches, and the battery was still fully charged.

There won't be a next time, Curaçao. Vermouth looked at the other person and shook her head slightly in her heart.

You are completely unaware of the fate that is about to befall you...

Nearly an hour later, Amuro received another call from Rum.

The location was the banquet hall of a luxury hotel in Beika Town.

Rum wants to meet Curaçao in person, who has been missing for several days.

This location has advantages over organizational bases in remote areas; at least there won't be scenes of police and criminals attacking each other.

The FBI really can't make a big show of it.

Snipers can be positioned in the surrounding high-rise buildings.

Most importantly, this is a small business within the organization, so no one will bother us, and no one dares to say anything nonsense.

"Number One in position!"

"Number Two in position!"

"Number three, in position!"

"..."

The responses kept coming through the headphones.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious banquet hall, observation points and snipers were already in place.

Neither people nor vehicles can sneak up silently.

Rum tossed the headphones to one of his men.

"Everyone, report your information every three minutes..."

The middle-aged man in the black suit immediately began issuing orders and arranging guards.

"The target vehicle has arrived at the hotel."

"There are only three people: Vermouth, Curaçao, and Bourbon."

The silver-white vehicle was parked in front of the hotel, and the three people had just gotten out of the car when they were reported over.

A waiter with a special status led three guests by elevator to the banquet hall on the tenth floor.

As Curaçao entered the spacious banquet hall, she noticed several men standing next to Rum.

These people are all skilled fighters. I might have a chance of winning in a one-on-one fight, but I don't have the ability to dodge bullets.

“Curaçao, you seem to be alright.” Rum sat at a banquet table, his favorite cigar still dangling from his hand, and looked at the three people who entered.

“I’m sorry to have worried you.” Curaçao behaved as usual, with both fear and respect.

"It's nothing. You were telling me about the Dark Knight, and then suddenly we lost contact."

“I thought you were being targeted by the Dark Knight.” Rum smiled.

Well, this guy had a shaved head and a fake eye, making him look like the boss of some kind of mafia organization, and his smile had absolutely no friendliness.

"I was being chased by the FBI when you called, and I ended up crashing into their car..."

Rum, eager to obtain information, also has to take the blame for the car accident in Curaçao.

“FBI…”

“Take your time dealing with them. Let’s talk about the Dark Knight first.” Rum tapped his fingers lightly on the table, the image of Shuichi Akai, the man who had repeatedly thwarted the organization’s operations, flashing through his mind.

However, the Dark Knight is still more important right now.

"The police investigation report on him is over thirty pages long, far exceeding our expectations..."

Curaçao calmed himself down and slowly began to speak.

……

"Be careful, this is different from before, this is a member with a code name." The warning came through the headset.

The figure, completely shrouded in darkness, moved with light steps, seemingly weightless, like a shadow.

A sound was heard?

nonexistent.

On the fifteenth floor of the office building, in the dark bathroom facing the hotel, a fully armed man set up a sniper rifle through the window. He was holding binoculars and casually looking around.

Lord Rum is getting more and more timid.

They actually had more than a dozen people deployed around the area, and there was also an action team on standby nearby.

"Macallan, what are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a cold, menacing male voice rang out from the quiet bathroom.

The man codenamed McClan was jolted awake by the biting chill.

"There is a situation..."

McCallen shouted at the communication device, and before he could even turn around and see who it was, his hand immediately reached for the pistol on his thigh.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound.

The burly man, who is 1.8 meters tall, had his forearm twisted off.

McCallen cried out in pain, cold sweat pouring down his face. At that moment, he finally saw the dark figure in front of him clearly by the moonlight coming through the window.

Masks, hoods, sunglasses, and terrifying sounds...

dark Knight!

He showed up!

The voices of other organization members could be heard through the earpiece, but they didn't react to what he had just said, as if they hadn't heard it at all.

"It's a pity I don't have much time tonight, otherwise I should have taken better care of you."

"No, I know information about Rum, and the organization's secrets..."

Lin Feng, with a cold expression, personally sent this guy who wanted to become a traitor on his way.

The body was left in the office building along with his prized sniper rifle.

I wonder which unlucky employee will be the first to run into him while slacking off in the bathroom tomorrow.

"They've already started talking about your false information."

"It seems that Rum wants to obtain the entire police investigation report, and we still have plenty of time."

Hiroki's voice came through the headphones.

He was responsible for cutting off communications and impersonating the eliminated organization members to speak; he was very busy.

"next."

Lin Feng left the office building at an extremely fast speed, and his whole body floated into the darkness.

This ghost-like fellow could only be spotted by keeping a close eye on the brightly lit area near the hotel.

Finding him on the dimly lit street will be difficult.

"Uh……"

The member of the organization responsible for guarding and observing from the rooftop had his throat smashed by a slap and died before he could even call for help or report the incident.

Who knows how this ghost crept over here?

"The task force is a bit troublesome. If we try to deal with them, it might cause a commotion."

The dozen or so people standing on the high ground quickly finished clearing the area, but there was still a vehicle full of fully armed personnel waiting nearby.

Even if you ran them all over with a truck, it wouldn't keep quiet.

"Just make sure they don't receive the order to act. Also, we have some bombs here." Lin Feng said, standing on the rooftop, looking at the hotel buildings not far away, and sneered.

Tonight, none of you will escape!
……

Inside the hotel banquet hall.

"The FBI actually had this kind of project hidden."

Rum frowned when he heard Curaçao mention gene-potion warriors.

This is ridiculously absurd.

However, thinking about some of the research projects within the organization, they seem to be doing alright.

After all, the enemy is far from being invulnerable.

I just don't know if he's the only successful person like this.

People over there are really into superheroes...

There is another point.

Rum recalled the night of the incident in Curaçao, when all the surveillance footage was wiped clean.

Perhaps the FBI, in an attempt to cover up the truth, had a hacker break into the police's office and erase the traces.

The opponent's strength in this area should not be underestimated.

However, the organizations mostly use their own internally developed, encrypted communication equipment, making the probability of being eavesdropped on almost zero.

The organization also has top-notch talent. No matter how skilled the other side's hackers are, they can't penetrate walls. They'll have to break down the door to get inside and steal.

Of course, for civilian facilities and units like the Metropolitan Police Department, except for some confidential locations, the locks on other doors are probably just for show; they wouldn't even know if they were being broken into.

Amuro listened from the side, his face showing a thoughtful expression as he considered the intelligence information.

But I kept wondering what that guy was planning to do.

Some of this content is true, some is false, and it's exactly the same as what I made up.

You can't verify it.

The police only speculated that someone participated in a gene experiment on a certain day and at a certain time.

The only certainty is that the other party is an FBI agent, and the two sides are working closely together.

You can go and work for the FBI!

"..."

Vermouth glanced at Curaçao, who was slowly recounting the information, then at Bourbon, and subtly raised an eyebrow.

This matter reveals something strange.

Although she didn't explicitly state it, she had some guesses about Bourbon's identity, and there was also some agreement between them that she wouldn't undermine him.

For Vermouth, who has been in contact with all three parties, the current situation seems more like a setup.

She believed there was no need to verify; she had contacted him many times, and that guy couldn't possibly be an FBI agent.

The other party acts more freely, as if they have some special privileges.

"Curaçao, you did a great job."

"However, you have brought great danger and losses to the organization this time."

Rum stood up, picked up the wine glass on the table, and slowly walked to the window, his tone gradually turning cold.

Curaçao remained silent on the matter.

She had anticipated this.

The chances of living or dying are fifty percent.

If they don't die, they'll be sent on the most dangerous missions, and then, who knows when or where, they'll become corpses.

"Follow us."

The three people beside Rum, two men and one woman, walked up to Curaçao and said in a cold voice.

They exuded an air of competence, looking like battle-hardened veterans, Rum's men.

Whether Curaçao was lying will be determined through a final assessment before his execution.

"Poor little guy."

Vermouth watched as Curaçao stood up and walked in front of the three, and couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.

Rum turned his head and gave Vermouth a cold look.

Speaking without considering the context.

The double doors of the banquet hall opened without any unusual noise.

Curaçao pulled the doorknob without hesitation.

Upon seeing the scene outside the door, and the three people behind her, her pupils instantly contracted.

In the red-carpeted corridor, a mysterious figure dressed in black carried a lifeless waiter.

A voice carrying a chilling aura rang out.

"Gentlemen, nice to meet you all..." (End of Chapter)