I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Chapter 197 A Mad Conspiracy

After being hit by the Suzuki Foundation because of Sonoko Suzuki's case.

The dark web in Beika Town disappeared without a trace.

Normally, with the Suzuki Group, a Kanto behemoth, constantly watching, it would be impossible for the dark web to be restarted. However, the facts show that nothing is impossible.

The dark web has restarted.

This vast underground criminal network is about to start operating again, and the Tokyo yakuza bosses who had gone into hiding after the dark web disappeared are showing signs of becoming active again.

This is undoubtedly a very bad thing.

Makoto Kusakabe felt heavy-hearted.

Now that the dark web has been relaunched, it's impossible that the Japanese Public Security Bureau is completely unaware of it. However, their inaction only proves that during his absence from Tokyo, the Japanese Public Security Bureau remained as incompetent as he had imagined.

It could even be said that the Japanese Public Security Bureau is colluding with evil, working alongside criminals to harm innocent people.

—This is how Haba Nizoichi died in the interrogation room of the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

In the end, Makoto Kusakabe never got to see the body of Futaka Haba. His comrade-in-arms, who was assisting him, didn't even have the right to hold a funeral, and the news of his death was also covered up by the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

All that everyone knows is that one criminal was killed during the operation because of a violent confrontation with the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

That's it.

"Since the Japanese Public Security Bureau is turning a blind eye to this, then let me handle it."

Makoto Kusakabe had an idea in mind.

If Haneba Nizoichi was able to infiltrate criminal organizations and commit crimes in the past, then it's not impossible for him to do the same. He just needs to disguise himself as a buyer of addictive drugs such as heroin.

This criminal gang that sells addictive drugs may not even recognize his presence.

If he could obtain the evidence, he could provide it to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, allowing them to launch an arrest operation—compared to the corrupt and criminal Japanese public security, even the incompetent Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

Perhaps the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is the only one in Tokyo that can still be trusted.

"What did Yuba Nizoichi do back then?"

Makoto Kusakabe put on a mask and sunglasses, changed out of his usual impeccable suit, and wore obviously worn-out clothes, even putting on a hat to cover himself up completely.

He recalled his previous conversation with Fumiichi Haba, as well as his experience with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Narcotics Division officers.

The other people in the neighborhood who came to buy this addictive drug were all dressed the same way; none of them wanted their appearance to be seen by others.

"come in."

At the end of the dark alley, someone spoke.

They were gangsters dressed in black suits and sunglasses, looking neat and tidy, like clones.

Just by looking at these few gangsters.

A sense of unease and doubt arose in Makoto Kusakabe's heart.

He realized that the situation at this hideout was different from what he had imagined; it wasn't some small group or individual investor, but rather a major player involved...

Who could it be? Who set up such a network for selling addictive drugs in Tokyo?

With a hint of surprise.

Makoto Kusakabe slowly entered the room with the other people who were buying addictive drugs.

The room was completely sealed off, with the windows blocked off. The only entrance was the door we had just entered through. The lighting was dim, and just looking at it made one feel uneasy.

The man in the black suit had his back to Makoto Kusakabe and the others.

He seemed to be wearing a mask, and the table behind him was piled high with addictive drugs such as heroin. Even the smallest amount of these drugs would be enough to make this man earn ten peanuts in the mysterious Eastern superpower.

Such a number, even in Tokyo, would be enough to astound people with the power and skill of this group.

The addicts nearby couldn't hold back any longer.

However, just as the addicts tried to get close to the addictive drugs, several barely perceptible sounds were heard.

Makoto Kusakabe was horrified to see bullets piercing through the bodies of those people.

This left the addicts lying on the ground, bleeding profusely, barely alive.

Death is coming.

For these addicts.

The gangsters each held a handgun. They all pointed their guns at Makoto Kusakabe, while the man who had been turning his back and wearing a mask turned to look at him.

Under such dim lighting.

The masked man's mask looked so terrifying—

It was a black skull mask, and you could vaguely see a scratch on it.

"Do you know? I've been waiting for you, Makoto Kusakabe."

The masked man said with a cold laugh.

Upon hearing this, a hint of shock flashed in Makoto Kusakabe's eyes.

He hadn't expected that his disguise had already been seen through.

However, before Makoto Kusakabe could turn and leave...

The men in suits behind them had already firmly closed the door.

Suddenly, the room became even darker.

Makoto Kusakabe has nowhere to run.

He clenched his fist, turned to look at the masked man, and asked,

"who are you?"

To this, the masked man simply said in a cold voice,

"You don't need to know who I am."

"You only need to know one thing—the criminal organization you destroyed, the Ghost Tiger Group, was a branch we specifically developed to handle the shipment from Moonshadow Island. However, because of your intervention, the Ghost Tiger Group has now been completely wiped out."

Do you know how much money we lost because of this?

The masked man approached Makoto Kusakabe step by step.

His voice grew increasingly cold.

"I revealed your location and whereabouts to those few useless remnants of the Ghost Tiger Group."

"But they were so stupid and incompetent that they let you take the train and leave Tokyo, flying far away—I thought, I thought I had no chance of revenge."

"It's a pity you were so stupid as to actually dare to return to Tokyo."

Makoto Kusakabe's gaze fell on the dead drug addicts on the ground.

These people deserve to die, but they shouldn't have died at the hands of these criminals.

Even if someone does die or gets sentenced, they still have to go through the formal legal process.

The smell of fresh blood filled the air.

There was no fear of firearms in Makoto Kusakabe's eyes, only a burning rage.

He roared,
Do you think you can escape the law?

Upon hearing this, the masked man laughed.

Not only the masked man laughed, but many of the gangsters in suits laughed as well.

This made Makoto Kusakabe stand out as an extreme oddity among the group.

The next moment, the thugs in suits behind him suddenly grabbed him, while the masked man turned around and laughed.
"Great, thanks to your funny joke."

"I've decided to let you live a little longer, and also let you experience my methods more."

"Let me see if, beneath that righteous facade in the eyes of the citizens of Tokyo, you still possess that same awe-inspiring, righteous appearance!"

Makoto Kusakabe stared intently at the masked man before him.

Then he heard a voice.

What's so funny?

Light had somehow entered the room through the doorway.

A figure stood there and asked,

What do you value life?

(End of this chapter)