Ke Xue: He mastered the steel-cutting divine skill at the start.

Originally, the Los Angeles authorities intended to keep the matter quiet after receiving the notification, but unexpectedly, Miyazaki Yu had already leaked the news directly to the Suzuki Group and the Morita Group, and quickly spread the information through the media of the two groups.

Various media outlets in Los Angeles arrived at the airport even earlier than the police!

The police officers from the United States who arrived at the scene were completely dumbfounded. The number of cameras and microphones from the media was several times greater than the spittoons on their waists!

This left them all completely bewildered.

Chapter 482 The FBI's Dilemma

"Sir! What should we do now?"

"What to do? Of course, we'll follow the usual procedure! Now that the plane has landed in our beacon country, all the hijackers should be taken away, and arrested right under the noses of the media. We'll send all these scumbags to prison!"

The voice coming through the headset was somewhat hysterical!

He orchestrated the entire plan, but now this has happened!

This was a crushing defeat, and we must bear the consequences of that failure ourselves!

Anger and anxiety made him like a rabid dog, but his remaining rationality told him that the smartest thing to do was to adopt a businesslike attitude and take all the criminals under his control.

However, things clearly changed again, contrary to his expectations.

Before the police could even take the alleged robbers away, photos of all the robbers had already been published on several social media platforms.

Even the complete passenger list was leaked.

Major media outlets immediately followed up, focusing on key figures among the passengers: Russian rocket engine expert Toyakav, a national treasure, and British virologist Jeroen Davis.

The article immediately revealed the serious consequences if the two men had died in the hijacking, potentially setting back both countries by several years in their respective areas of expertise.

Upon learning of this, the British and Russian embassies immediately dispatched personnel to bring the two men back to their respective embassies.

Immediately afterwards, an insider revealed that these so-called hijackers actually had military affiliations with the United States. Through photo comparison, the intelligence systems of various countries immediately put the identities of these people on the desks of their respective leaders.

Even more shockingly, someone publicly revealed the identities of all these people on the dark web.

From the moment they received the news to the point where things had escalated to this extent, it all happened in just a few hours.

This left the FBI official in a state of utter chaos.

Face is a strange thing. Sometimes you know very well that you don't want it, but when facing the outside world, you can't admit that you don't care about face. This is very contradictory.

As an official of the United States, this superior is well aware of this mentality.

He knew that as long as he didn't embarrass the United States, any shameless means he used would be acceptable.

However, if they disgrace the United States, they will become expendable.

For a time, he was caught in a huge vortex, struggling to cope with pressure from all sides.

The atmosphere in the hospital corridor was unusually heavy. Every doctor and nurse was careful and tried their best not to make a sound.

Several middle-aged white men in sharp suits were staring coldly in the direction of the hospital's operating room.

The leader had long, sharp eyes, a typical white man's big nose with hooks, and deep-set eyes, making him look like a ruthless and decisive character.

At that moment, a young white man strode in. The sound of his footsteps made him turn around and look at the man. After the young man walked over, he bowed slightly.

"Sir, the matter you instructed me to investigate has been clarified. Shall I report to you now?"

With the middle-aged white man nodding in acknowledgment, the young white man began his report:

"In the hijacking incident, the person who truly caused the operation to fail was not the famous detective Kogoro Mouri, who was known as the Sleeping Kogoro, but another person, whose name was Miyazaki Hayao."

A murderous glint flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged white man: "Miyazaki Yu? Continue!"

"Miyazaki Yu, age seventeen, is a second-year student at Teitan High School in Japan. He is very close to Kogoro Mouri and is currently dating his daughter, Ran Mouri."

The middle-aged white man frowned and said, "Just a high school student? He can influence our plans?"

The white youth hurriedly continued: "Miyazaki Yu is most renowned for his formidable swordsmanship. He won the championship in the National Kendo Tournament in Japan, and shortly after the tournament, he successfully joined the Japanese Sword Masters Association, becoming a member of the Sword Masters."

What truly made him famous were two things. First, he protected the threatened Morita family and single-handedly fought a direct battle against the former leader of the Pandora organization. This story circulated among the upper-class wealthy circles in Japan.

Then came his chase with Phantom Thief Kid. In this contest, he displayed extraordinary power to the public for the first time, causing a sensation in Japan.

It is precisely for this reason that the unspoken rules that countries around the world have been tacitly accepting have been broken, and this extraordinary power has been revealed for the first time, which has also attracted the attention of intelligence agencies of governments around the world.

The reason I was able to find his information so quickly was also related to this matter. Our intelligence team stationed in Japan had disguised themselves and sent someone to specifically contact this person.

The middle-aged white man waved his hand, and the young white man immediately shut up and stood quietly to the side.

Given the current state of affairs among middle-aged people, why did their actions fail?

"So that's how it is. We actually encountered a powerhouse in the extraordinary realm. For a powerhouse of this level, a pistol is practically a joke in front of them."

His heart grew heavy. If the other party was just a high school student, no matter what their purpose was, since they had disrupted the operation, they would have to pay a sufficient price.

He didn't discuss the current complicated situation with Miyazaki Hayao and Kogoro Mouri.

After the incident was over, he secretly summoned all the uninjured flight attendants and the two captains and recounted the whole story.

Only then did they realize that the operation failed not because the target had become aware of it, nor because of the famous detective, but because of a young man.

However, the other party did not expose the incident to the passengers, concealing the involvement of flight attendants, air marshals, and the captain and first officer, thus preserving the United States' last line of defense.

Even if such actions were done with reservations and not explicitly stated, a true United States official would certainly retaliate for it.

But now it seems that things have become more complicated.

What is this person's purpose in coming to America?

The young white man immediately replied, "We don't know that yet. We only know that he departed from Osaka, not from his place of residence, Tokyo. Something important must have happened, but we haven't found out yet."

A burly man with a scar on his face spoke up: "Sir, this guy ruined our chance. Should we take him out?"

A sinister look appeared on the middle-aged white man's face. If the experts in the extraordinary realm were so easy to deal with, there would be no need to worry about it.

Just then, the operating room door opened, and a white doctor in his fifties walked out. His face was full of fatigue, and he was obviously very tired.

"Director Lawrence, how is the situation?"

Chapter 483 The Garden's Trail

“Mr. Karen, although I don’t want to say this, the fact is that, apart from the one who was shot in the abdomen, the other people who were shot in other limbs, whether arms or legs, could not be saved.”

At this moment, Dr. Lawrence was practically cursing in his heart.

The FBI director used his power to cut in and let him perform surgery on those people, which he readily agreed to.

Although gunshot wounds are very serious, the power of a pistol is far less than that of a rifle. As a senior doctor from the United States, treating gunshot wounds is a piece of cake for him.

After all, gunfights happen every day in the free United States, and with gunfights come people who get shot.

Doctors in China might not encounter a single gunshot wound patient in ten years, while doctors in America are incredibly experienced in treating gunshot wounds.

But after accepting the patient, he couldn't help but want to curse.

The guy who did it was absolutely ruthless. Every shot, every bullet, precisely pierced vital nerves, while cleverly avoiding blood vessels.

Indeed, if it had been a massive hemorrhage, these unfortunate individuals would already be corpses.

"What? You mean?"

Dr. Lawrence nodded: "I have already performed amputations on one of them, and my colleague is performing amputations on others."

"Amputation? They were all state-trained special agents, and you just carelessly destroyed them!"

The burly man suddenly grabbed the doctor by the collar and roared.

"Let go of White!"

After reprimanding his subordinates, he turned his gaze to the doctor, seeking an explanation.

After Dr. Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, he continued, "Mr. Carter, I also really want to heal them, but their injuries are too severe."

The bullets penetrated in very clever ways, tearing apart large areas of muscle without damaging major blood vessels, and severely damaging nerves. As a result, their limbs could not be reattached.

Even if they manage to reattach it, they will suffer from numerous aftereffects in their future lives, and there may even be necrosis of the distal end. Moreover, the subsequent treatment costs will be astronomical. Rather than that, it would be better to just amputate.

There were actually some things he didn't say.

That's the ridiculous insurance system in the United States. The premiums must be extremely high, and the claims process is extremely difficult. These so-called agents don't actually receive very generous salaries and allowances, so they certainly don't have good insurance.

If the cost of subsequent treatment is too high, they will not be able to afford it.

In fact, taking Britain as an example, their so-called intelligence agencies are practically a joke. Even their internal documents on training agents are sold by the agents to supplement their income.

This is like a martial arts sect selling its exclusive secret manuals at a very low price. Most importantly, there's no limit to the quantity. This shows how 'conscientious' the former "Eternal Sun" was, selling itself without any psychological pressure.

Having heard this, Mr. Carter understood everything.

Although Miyazaki Kengo preserved appearances and did not directly expose the United States' true colors on the plane, he vented his anger on the agents posing as hijackers.

Only a strong person like him could control his strength to such an extent that he could injure someone with a pistol without killing them.

This method is simple, direct, cruel, and effective. You've messed with me, and I won't kill you, but I'll cripple a few of you, and you can enjoy that.

The word "amputation" was like a branding mark, instantly etched onto his heart.

He looked around and saw that everyone had an angry expression on their face.

He desperately wanted to give the order right then and there to shoot the enemy to death.

However, he knew that if he did that, the event's popularity, which had just decreased, would inevitably rebound, and that killing a superhuman in an urban environment would be extremely difficult.

Unless the United States' secret forces are deployed, but given his rank, he has no authority to use secret forces.

"Send people to monitor their every move. I will report this to my superiors!"

Compared to the extremely frustrated FBI official, Miyazaki Yu, with an unusually solemn expression, stood in a villa with Ran and Kogoro Mouri.

This is Sonoko and Jirokichi Suzuki's residence in America. However, the villa is now unusually clean, with no trace of anything left.

"The scene has been thoroughly cleaned, and no useful clues have been found."

Anxiety also appeared on Kogoro Mouri's face.

Miyazaki Yu nodded: "Before the incident, Sonoko called me and her father. Chairman Suzuki also contacted the Los Angeles police and the subsidiary in Los Angeles immediately to come here to check."

However, both sides reported no problems; they all seemed to have vanished into thin air, which is quite interesting.

Xiao Lan, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Yu, what are you thinking about?"