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

Chapter 327 The Tip of the Iceberg Beneath Sea Level

"Where did you conjure this mine cart out of thin air?"

Takeo Miura stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the minecart that had suddenly appeared, carrying him and Chen En out of the ruins. If the various props he had produced earlier could be described as magic,
But the only way to conjure a large mining truck out of thin air is through magic, right?

"And you, Batman, actually dragged me along with you! You're a saint!"

Chen En: ?
He glanced at Takeo Miura with a disapproving look and said,

"To be honest, you can't die yet. I need you to help me cultivate!"

"Who exactly are the people supporting you?"

Takeo Miura, leaning back in the driver's seat of the Batmobile, clicked his tongue.
He felt as if his internal organs were shifting, since the crashing debris had shaken the entire Batmobile, and he was already seriously injured, making him feel even worse.

However, compared to being crushed into mincemeat by the rubble of a building, this result is not bad, although it was not as expected.

Takeo Miura glanced at the black mask hanging on Chen En's belt, and finally spoke.
"Although I don't get along with good people, I'd rather be surrounded by good people than bad ones."

"That would make everything much more convenient, so, Batman, since you're a good person, I'll tell you the answer you want, but it will disappoint you."

He whispered,
"Whether they supported me before or they support me now, without exception, they have not revealed their true colors. In fact, the former even pass on messages through untraceable public phone booths or anonymous envelopes."

"I don't know who they are, but I do know that they possess immense wealth and power."

“I investigated, but I didn’t find any results. I just vaguely felt that those people were related to the [Ryujin Economic Research Institute] and [Mihana Construction Company] that were destroyed by the Suzuki Group—but they didn’t dare to provoke the Suzuki Group.”

“When I made it clear that I was going to take action against the Suzuki Group, those cowards threatened me with bluster and bravado but no substance that I should stop immediately.”

Takeo Miura coughed a few times and said with a cold laugh.

"They are a bunch of rats who can't stand the light of day. If they were to encounter the Suzuki Group, which is the dominant force in the Kanto region, they would be crushed without hesitation. You might be able to investigate from this angle."

"As for the latter, he contacted me using his mobile phone, and I have a message from him in my right pocket."

"Take a look for yourself. However, I bet even if you trace that phone number back, you won't get anything out of it. But he's deliberately trying to use me as a pawn to trade with you."

Upon hearing this, Chen En glanced at Miura Takeo's pockets.

After confirming that there was nothing else, he took out his phone from his pocket and quickly glanced through the call log, memorizing the information mentioned.

Then Takeo Miura continued...

"Compared to the former forces, the latter forces are more inclined to operate underground. They were able to get so much explosives for me in such a short time, and even made connections to other underground businessmen to trade with me in Tokyo."

"This force is no ordinary one—"

"The good thing is that both of them are acting with killing you as their primary objective. This means that after me, the Mud Ginseng Society and the East Star Society will also launch attacks on you one after another until you die, or until the Mud Ginseng Society and the East Star Society disband."

"Or, you could say you took care of those two terrifyingly powerful forces beforehand."

—Dongchen Society and Mud Ginseng Society? Chen En didn't say much.
He simply picked up the coffee cup on the Batmobile's control panel and took a sip; not a single drop of the full cup of coffee had spilled during the violent jolt.

Police cordon has been set up on the road ahead.
If you drive any further, you'll soon enter a busy city street. This Batmobile is ultimately a bit too big; it's only suitable for highways, not city streets.

Therefore, Chen En's car speed is gradually decreasing.
The moment the Batmobile reached the police cordon, the conversation with Black Mask ended. Black Mask simply looked at the police car ahead, paused for a moment, and then suddenly asked…

Do you believe me? Maybe I'm just lying to you?

"I've checked. You're the one who fell for the black mask in the Suzuki Group headquarters building, right? Even if we don't count that black mask, you also have the mask from the black mask in the live broadcast area last night."

“Your will is stronger than mine. All you need to do is put that mask on my face, and then use the mask at your waist to sweep through my memories. Wouldn’t that tell you whether what I’m saying is true or false?”

He glanced at Takeo Miura beside him.

Chen En said,

“I won’t do that, because if you still dare to come out wearing a black mask, it means you must have taken some precautions. If I really use this method, I will fall into your trap.”

"Don't worry about it. You should go to the hospital next, if you can walk out of the hospital alive."

“I think you will appear in the courtroom, or in prison, or even at the gallows—if what you say is true, then we may never have the chance to meet again. If it is false, I will naturally come looking for you again.”

Dozens of smoke grenades have already been launched.

Thick smoke appeared in front of the vehicle, obscuring everyone's vision and causing great panic among the police officers who had set up the cordon. Some even began to plan how to use spikes to stop such a large vehicle.

The Batmobile's headlights illuminated, and together with the logo, it looked as if a demon king was slowly approaching from the smoke.

To this, Takeo Miura simply said with some regret,

"Then we probably won't have another chance to meet."

“I’m telling the truth, and those two forces will never spare my life. I’ll probably die in a hospital room. But, Batman, I have a secret I’ll only tell you.”

"Smoke has entered the driver's cab," Miura Takeo said.
"I have other plans."

“Death will not be my end. Sooner or later, I will return, and at that time, I will take revenge on the Suzuki Group again... take revenge on you.”

The roaring engine roared through the smoke.

The giant headlights that pierced the smoke gradually faded and eventually disappeared completely from everyone's sight. The police officers were surprised and bewildered. The next moment, the smoke completely dissipated.

Only one person, seriously injured, remained at the scene.

The president of the Steel Association, [Black Mask] Takeo Miura.

Batman and his Batmobile had disappeared into the smoke without a trace.

(End of this chapter)