Detective Conan Light and Darkness

The U.S. National Security Agency is one of the most secretive and vigilant places in the world. Members of the Congress have told more than once that it has saved the world countless times, but its manager, Carter Mai, is very unhappy. He walked into his office coldly with a repulsive expression on his face. The usual secretarial staff were a little bit savvy and didn't take advantage of him. What happened today, sir? This is what happened to all the special agents of the Security Bureau today. The problem

The expression on John Smithson's face seemed a bit repulsive, unlike the FBI where he usually stayed, he looked around, and it was the place where the most outstanding workers in the United States stayed , with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, "Is that John Smithson?" A burly man in a black suit walked up to him and asked respectfully. A respectful smile, but secretly held by the hand behind his waist, I am afraid that if he says something wrong, he will be shot here immediately, and then he will be carried out, and his body should be buried within three hours On some unknown garbage island

"That's right, it's me." John Smithson said coldly, with concise and powerful words, he took off the black sunglasses on his face and put them in his chest pocket, "Mr. Carter Mellon wants me to come From here." The man raised his head and glanced at him, nodded as if confirming something, "Yes, sir, please come with me" stretched out a hand to make a gesture of please, turned around and walked towards the inner door In the past, two men with guns in blue security uniforms at the door stared at them coldly, with wolf-like eyes

"Name, Title, Number"

The man in the black suit stopped and looked at John Smithson. The latter slowly took out a booklet from his pocket and handed it to him. After taking the booklet, the man in the black suit looked at it carefully. After a glance, he handed it to the security guard. The security guard frowned. He watched the booklet enter a series of obscure characters on the tablet computer hanging on the wall. After a long time, he nodded and threw the booklet to the black man. "Let's go is VIP" in the hands of a man in a suit

Wow, at the same time, the two security guards standing at the door wanted to stand apart from each other and let the road pass. John Smithson tilted his head and strode in. A voice of "Sir" came from behind, and he frowned. Frowning, he stopped and looked at the man behind him. The man in the black suit smiled apologetically, "I'm very sorry that it's forbidden to carry weapons here, please put the pistol on your thigh here for safekeeping, they will return to you"

John Smithson, with a smile on his cold face, as if he had discovered something, looked at him with interest, put his hand into his trousers pocket and took out a black Colt revolver, The strange metal frames on the top of the pistol look like they have been remade. "It's a good gun, sir. You will take your weapon when you leave." The man in the black suit smiled and took it. The Colt revolver, handed it to the security guard on one side, made a look, the security guard nodded, took the pistol and left

"Then I'm very sorry, sir. This is our practice and our responsibility. We still have to make a final inquiry when you enter the security door. I hope you have any weapons to hand over." The man in the black suit smiled with a hint of playfulness. , a security guard walked over and groped John Smithson's body, every inch and every corner, John Smithson turned around and looked at him with some boredom, "You have a good eye, and you are also quite smart. ,May I have your name?"

"Mason, Alex Mason" Alex Mason said with a usual smile on his face, "I have heard about your deeds more than once, as a senior I still admire you very much" Alex Mason's Friendliness was not accepted by John Smithson, "If I could, I would like to shake hands with you." John Smithson smiled with his hands raised high

"It's over, it's safe to pass." The security guard seemed to have checked it at this time, and nodded

John Smithson and Alex Mason walked through the security gate and shook hands "Nice to meet you, sir" Alex Mason shook hands firmly, John Smithson smiled "I'm glad too Seeing you, the "sniper" touched his hand quietly, slid across Alex Mason's index finger, and clicked indifferently...

Carter Macron was going back and forth in his office with some displeasure. Finally, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He rushed to the side desk, picked up the phone, dialed the outside line, "I am Carter" and heard the voice on the other side. After talking, he frowned and said, "I'm waiting for John Smithson to come over." The person on the other side of the microphone seemed a little scared and couldn't help but said, "Yes sir, we have notified him. We just received a call from the security department. Now he walking towards your office"

"I know he's walking towards my office, and I just want to tell you bastards, I made a reservation for him to arrive at three o'clock, but I've already waited 13 seconds longer," Carter McLone roared angrily , hung up the phone casually, and there was a knock on the door, and Calter Macron stood up cursingly, "If it wasn't for him, I would have hanged this bastard to the evil federal prison for a lifetime of prison meals." Walking to the door, he opened the door. door, John Smithson looked at him indifferently, Kaltmai frowned and finally loosened his brows, "Smithson, what wind brought you here? Haha, my old friend, I miss you to death up"

"You sent me here"

Carter's words seemed a little awkward, he smiled, "Come in, we haven't seen each other for a long time, now let's have a cup of coffee, and then have some snacks to talk about" Turning to look at Alex Mason, "Very well, I'll call you later when I have something to do." After finishing speaking, Alex Mason stood at the door and shook his head in doubt, then left

"He's very good." John Smithson sat on the opposite side of Cult Mellon's desk with a big grin, a leather lounge chair, and said somewhat comfortably, recalling the admiring smile on the corner of Alex Mason's mouth just now

"Yes, that's right. That child has lived in Alaska since he was a child, and he was relatively close to those bloody red bastards. He has suffered enough from the Cold War since he was a child. He is a guy who lacks fatherly love." Carter Mellon didn't care John Smithson dismisses him by saying "keep saying that's just like you"

"My childhood was not so sad." John Smithson took a sip of the nai tea that had been brewed on the table, and nodded seriously

"I'm not interested in whether you had a miserable childhood or not. What I'm saying is that both of you have the same skills and drive. I suffered a lot for you back then. How does it feel to be hanged by the FBI now? Facing those incapable domestic terrorists every day, your life is much more unrestrained than mine." Calter Mellon laughed and looked at John Smithson in front of him

"It's terrible, it's worse than peas soaked in urine." John Smithson put down the nii tea in his hand, and Carter Mellon shook his head and shrugged. It's ridiculous that a team of FBI-trained executives have their hands chopped off and sent to your office."

"Their training is really bad, that's why they are like this." John Smithson frowned slightly when he heard his words, and said lightly, as if he was talking about something irrelevant to him, "The fbi's ability is always only for ordinary criminals That's all, they are always so incompetent against the elite forces, so they need us, but I think you seem to be in trouble?"

"Big trouble, John" Cult Mellon took a copy from the pile of reports on his desk and handed it to John Smithson.