The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 62: The Red Side Makes Its First Move (It’s the end of the month, please vote)

For Hattori Heiji, he was originally trying to remember where the train was going.

But it was obvious that the inviter took his identity as a detective into consideration.

"Please cover your eyes, as there will be many people at this meeting. It will be very troublesome if someone knows your location."

Hattori Heiji glanced at the officer sitting in the passenger seat who had not been asked to do so.

You're just bullying me because I'm just a high school student...

He couldn't help but complain in his heart, but in the end he still put on the eye patch obediently.

The method of trying to judge the direction of the vehicle by the shaking of the body failed after the vehicle skillfully turned several corners.

Especially the policeman next to me, he is still chatting with himself to disturb me!

The car finally stopped.

When Hattori Heiji took off his blindfold, what appeared before him was a very ordinary courtyard.

There are no signs outside the courtyard wall except for a few trees.

Just when Hattori Heiji was trying to determine the specific location based on the environment.

"Please come in, Mr. Hattori Heiji," a soldier trotted over, "You are the third group of support personnel to arrive."

The meeting was held in a hall that looked like the inside of a hotel, as if they had moved the ballroom out into the courtyard.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

As soon as Heiji entered the conference room, he was choked by the swirling smoke.

He even saw several clouds of white mist covering several computers, making the light from the screens look a little strange from a distance.

"I beg your pardon," the soldier leading him whispered an apology, "many of them have been busy for many days, and this will help them refresh themselves."

The whole hall was as noisy as a vegetable market.

Hattori Heiji had to put his ear to his mouth to hear what the soldier was saying.

Then a roar sounded to his left.

"Let those French guys send us the exact data! Everyone has to hide it, damn it! At this time, after dropping a few nuclear bombs, do we still need to hide it?"

The voice was filled with extreme anger, and Heiji vaguely saw that the neck of the officer who shouted was completely red.

"This is related to the response plan for the entire situation! If anything goes wrong, will the French be held responsible for the lives of the soldiers killed in the explosion?!"

Hattori Heiji couldn't help but click his tongue.

It seems that the situation is many times more serious than what my father said. It turns out that not only the United States, but even France’s nuclear bombs have been stolen?

"Mr. Heiji, we're at the meeting room now. I won't be going in."

Looking at the "External Support" sign hanging on the door of the room, Hattori Heiji felt for the first time that he had actually participated in such a major event -

The scene he just saw made him feel unreal.

I am a Japanese high school student.

Is it finally time to join the team that saves the world like in the comics?!

This novel feeling made Hattori Heiji feel a little nervous and excited.

He swallowed and pushed open the door.

……

"A child? Get him out!"

This was the first word of "welcome" that Hattori Heiji received.

The person who spoke was a burly general with a stubbled face.

There was an unquestionable authority in his voice, as well as impatience with such nonsense.

"I told you I don't need a so-called detective to help me analyze these clues! This isn't some childish murder game!"

The others' eyes fell on the young man who had suddenly barged in, wanting to see how he would react. Hattori Heiji paused for a moment, then returned to his usual pace and walked towards the table in the center of the conference room.

"It seems you still doubt my abilities," Heiji said with a glint of confidence in his eyes. "However, I think I might be able to change your mind with a little performance."

"Performance?"

Sparrow Gelman snorted coldly, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Listen carefully, kid. I don't have time to play with you. This is not a place for a kid like you."

Ignoring his offensive words, Hattori Heiji slowly walked to the conference table, his eyes sweeping over the veteran's attire and posture, and said:

"You've been in a real war, haven't you?"

This made the veteran laugh, "He actually saw that I had participated in a real war!"

"Wow! What an amazing detective!"

A low laugh suddenly rang out in the conference room.

"No! I mean," Heiji shook his head and said in a tone of certainty, "You participated in the Gulf War, right?!"

The laughter suddenly disappeared and the room became quiet in an instant. Several experts and officers in the room exchanged glances involuntarily.

Hermann's frown deepened, and his eyes grew fierce.

"Oh? Looks like I'm about to meet my Sherlock Holmes. Go on."

Hattori Heiji's tone was calm and fluent, and he had regained his confidence as a detective:

"First, judging from your behavior and habits, when you stand, your right hand always subconsciously protects your left waist."

"I guess this is because you've been accustomed to the alert posture of wearing a pistol for many years. This shows that you are not a general in the rear command line. Your military boots and the M9 pistol on your waist indicate that you are from the United States."

"Secondly, your complexion is dark, while the skin on your wrists is wheat-yellow, indicating that you likely fought in the tropics recently. And you have a deep scar on the outside of your shoulder. Judging by the color contrast with the scar on your face, it must have been inflicted recently."

"Judging from the shape of the scar, it's probably a shrapnel scratch," Hattori Heiji observed the changes in the veteran's expression. "No, I would guess it's metal fragments from a high-explosive bomb explosion."

Heiji paused for a moment and glanced at the slightly loose collar on the general's chest.

"Also, I noticed that although the uniform you're wearing is ordinary, there's an old badge visible below the collar. Judging from the pattern, it's the Desert Shield Medal awarded by the U.S. Central Command. Only soldiers who participated in the Gulf War are eligible to wear it."

There was silence in the room, and then the veteran stared at him with a complicated look, as if he was re-evaluating his thoughts about the high school student in front of him.

"I have changed my opinion of this kid."

After a moment, the old soldier laughed softly, the laughter gradually grew heavier, and finally turned into a hearty sigh.

"Well, you have indeed impressed me. Welcome to the 'External Support Room'."

He said, extending his hand towards Heiji.

A young hand was tightly clasped with an old hand.

Hattori Heiji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this was only the first step towards being accepted, and the real test would come next.

Everyone gathered around the conference table. German nodded and began to explain the current situation.

"Thanks to the discovery of Mr. Sato Akishino, we have traced the disappearance of the first scholar to Tokyo. Currently, intelligence analysis from all parties is highly confident that the target has a fixed base in Tokyo."

General German pointed at the map on the conference table, on which were marked with various nails and red lines, indicating the last known location of each missing person.

"That's why the higher-ups consider this a very important breakthrough point, and among all the war zones around the world, this place has now become the focus."

The general's tone became unusually firm.

"Give them the people they want without alerting them! Give them the money they want!"

He slammed the table so hard that even a few loose thumbtacks jumped up.

"Even if we have to turn all of Tokyo upside down, we're going to catch these guys!"

"Yes!"

A solemn oath rang out in the room, "We promise to complete the mission!"

(End of this chapter)