Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"I was just practicing casually, it's nothing special, I can't compare to the store manager."

Amuro shook his head and said modestly.

“Hmm.” Paul nodded in response.

You're right, it's incomparable.

However, this undercover agent is no ordinary person; he is definitely a boxing expert.

"I see..." Conan didn't ask any further questions.

Asking again would be a bit too deliberate.

We need to put the listening device and the tracking device in his hands.

Is there any way...?

"Buzz~"

Just then, Amuro took out his phone, glanced at it, and said, "Ms. Azusa, Mr. Paul, I'm going out to take this call."

"Is it another friend contacting you?"

Conan muttered to himself as he watched Mr. Amuro walk out the door.

“Mr. Amuro’s friend does indeed often trouble him,” Azusa said with a smile, rubbing the dog’s head.

He's a really nice guy, always willing to help out.

"Mr. Paul, what do you think?" Conan asked when Paul remained silent.

"I don't know, I don't know anything." Paul shook his head and examined the various seasonings Lin Feng had bought yesterday.

Even if I die someday, I will take this kind of question to my grave.

Five or six minutes later.

Amuro rushed back and continued working.

It seems that my friend's matter has been resolved.

For the entire morning, Conan sat inside the Poirot, glancing at Amuro every now and then before quickly looking away, afraid of being noticed.

What can be checked?

She is kind to people, makes delicious food, and seems like a nice person overall.

You might as well say that lazy, good-for-nothing uncle upstairs is a bad guy.

"Eh?"

"Are you going to rest this afternoon?" Azusa was a little surprised to hear Amuro say that he would rest after finishing his work at noon.

"Don't worry, I've already spoken to the manager, and he said he'll deduct it from my salary." Amuro smiled, put away his apron, and set it aside.

“Okay, we might be more relaxed without you,” Azi said, exchanging a glance with Paul.

In the past few days, many regular customers have come specifically to eat at Amuro's restaurant.

"I'm leaving."

Amuro waved to the two of them, then pushed open the door and left Polo.

Conan picked up his skateboard and followed him out the door.

He had been looking for an opportunity to plant a bugging device, but Mr. Amuro was too perceptive, and he always felt that it would be easy to be discovered.

"What's wrong with Conan?" Azusa asked, puzzled.

"They're probably playing detective games again..."

……

The phone call I received this morning was from my subordinate, Kazami.

There will be action tonight.

Targeting the organization.

"Hey, it's me."

After leaving Polo and getting back into his white Mazda nearby, Amuro dialed Kazami's number.

"Mr. Furuya, the manpower is ready." Kazami's tone remained serious, unchanged.

"Don't tell anyone the purpose of tonight's operation. I'll be there soon."

Amuro hung up the phone and looked up at the rearview mirror.

Something familiar seemed to flash by just now.

No, it's an illusion.

Amuro shook his head, and the white Mazda suddenly accelerated, weaving through the traffic.

"He parked the car in such an inconspicuous place because he didn't want anyone to find it."

Conan, riding his skateboard, had the simple map appear on his glasses.

A glowing point is moving rapidly.

He really went all out just now, sticking the tracking transmitter to Amuro's car.

Chase!
Let's see what problem Mr. Amuro is hiding from everyone.

...near an abandoned building.

Amuro slowly brought the car to a stop.

Due to his special status, he could not participate in the operation openly and legitimately with others.

However, dealing with organizations is his job.

When he got out of the car, Amuro was already wearing a baseball cap and a mask.

He walked to the entrance of the abandoned building, raised his hand to make a gesture, and then went inside.

"Drip drop~"

As they got closer to their target, Conan slowed down.

This place is quite a distance from the bustling city.

Soon, he spotted the Mazda parked in the distance.

The car is here.

What about people?

Conan observed carefully for a while before daring to step forward to check the situation, and at the same time retrieved the transmitter from the car.

The dog-headed detective looked into the car and, finding nothing of interest, cautiously began to observe his surroundings from his skateboard.

This area doesn't seem like a place where good people would go.

Gang deals usually take place here.

There are hardly any people around, making it easy for thieves to steal from each other.

"Ah~ah~ah~"

Apart from a few crows cawing, there was no other sound.

The more he couldn't find it, the deeper the dog-headed detective's brow furrowed.

This precisely demonstrates that there really is a problem.

If Mr. Amuro came here to meet some secret lover, there wouldn't be no one to be seen at all.

"Report, the alert team has detected something unusual; a child has appeared nearby."

The underground space of the abandoned building was brightly lit.

This place is considered a secret outpost of the Public Security Bureau.

It's useful for things like temporarily detaining and interrogating prisoners, or holding a short meeting.

A photo was sent over.

Staff immediately took over and turned it on on the big screen.

The little boy in the photo is on a skateboard. It's a bit blurry when zoomed in, but Amuro recognized him immediately.

His eyes widened instantly.

"Isn't he the one from Kogoro Mouri's story?" Kuroda Hyoue, who was standing to the side, also narrowed his eyes.

How would it appear here?

"Don't worry about him, the kid will leave on his own when he's had enough fun," Amuro said directly.

"clear."

The reply from the other end of the earphone was brief, followed by silence.

"Among the people arrested today, there are some tough nuts to crack, so be on your guard."

With a fierce expression and only one eye remaining, Kuroda Heibei glanced at Amuro and spoke to his subordinates present.

"Yes!"

"How many suspicious targets have you found?" Kuroda asked as he walked to the side with Amuro.

Recently, the police have been investigating the relocation of industries.

"More than a dozen companies, all of which are related to drug technology."

“However, I believe there are still many more that haven’t been touched,” Amuro said, shaking his head.

It's very simple: as long as the Dark Knight can't find out, those companies are safe.

Even if we were to take action against this pharmaceutical company today, we would face countless obstacles. If I were given a list, could you actually do anything about it?

“We can ask the Dark Knight for help.” Kuroda Hyoue had no reservations about this.

Just do it. Why bother with those bastards about principles and saying that the police and criminals can't cooperate?

Don't forget how Rum died.

“The appearance fee is very expensive.” Amuro felt a little sore in his arms.

Feelings aren't something you do when you're in a relationship.

"They'll approve it for you..."

"Approve my ass..." (End of Chapter)