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

Miyazaki Yu nodded: "No problem. Sometimes that is the biggest problem. We can assume that if a person wants to achieve this level, what problems would they have to overcome?"

First, there's the armed forces. Suzuki Jirokichi lived in the United States for many years and was very familiar with the place. His security forces were not weak. And from the phone call, it was clear that those who took Sonoko and Suzuki Jirokichi away used a forceful attack to take them away.

However, after asking around, we found nothing. And when the police arrived, they also couldn't find any clues, which defied common sense.

After an armed clash, there were no witnesses, and the police offered no clues whatsoever; it was as if Sonoko and the others had vanished into thin air. This meant the police were lying!

Kogoro Mouri's expression hardened: "You're right. Many of the furnishings in the villa have been replaced. In other words, many things were damaged in the battle, and then someone restored this place!"

Miyazaki Yu smiled slightly: "Uncle is right. If that's the case, the first step in the investigation has already begun. That is to find out who cleaned up the traces. Even if the person who ordered the cleanup wasn't an insider, there must be some clues."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on a tall black man not far away, who was rushing towards them with a gun in his hand.

"Who are you? This villa is private property. How dare you trespass in? You're absolutely courting death!"

Miyazaki Yu was too anxious to save lives to be here listening to a black man rambling on.

He immediately walked over, grabbed the barrel of the spear, and twisted it, turning the entire barrel into a pretzel.

"From now on, I'll ask you questions and you'll answer. If your answers don't satisfy me, I'll twist your black head off. You can try me."

The muscular Black man stared at the gun barrel, now twisted into a pretzel shape, and his mind went blank for a moment. However, his previously sluggish brain suddenly cleared up, and the lingering effects of the alcohol and marijuana from the previous night dissipated considerably.

He hurriedly replied, "Sir, please speak. I will answer to the best of my knowledge!"

Chapter 484 Following the Clues (3rd update!)

"Very good, you're cooperating. I prefer the straightforwardness of Black people to those white people. I hope you're not lying to me, right?"

At this moment, the Black man was even more well-behaved than a primary school student seeing his teacher.

He tried to soften his fierce gaze, making it more docile and obedient. Someone who could twist a gun barrel into a pretzel with ease was probably no different from the super-strong characters portrayed in Marvel movies.

This kind of person could break a black man's neck with no more difficulty than turning on a bottle of mineral water.

"Very well, so what happened at this villa around 10 a.m. the day before yesterday?"

The burly Black man swallowed hard, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes darted around before he tried to speak.

"You'd better think this through. I don't have much patience, and I hate being deceived. I really enjoy breaking other people's limbs. If a person has no limbs, they can only live like a maggot, which must be quite interesting."

The black man trembled, no longer daring to harbor any illusions.

"There was indeed a gunfight here the day before yesterday. A large group of people rushed in, all carrying guns. After they rushed in, there was a burst of gunfire. Those of us in charge of security know that this kind of thing is not something we can handle. The best way is to pretend we don't know anything to avoid trouble."

About an hour after the gunfire ended, people from the surrounding area came to check. The villa's gates were tightly shut, and no one dared to go inside. The police arrived quickly, but only God knows how incompetent they were; after circling around a few times, they simply left.

This statement was rather unhelpful; it revealed a complete lack of knowledge about the attackers, the events inside the villa, and even the actions taken by the police upon their arrival.

However, this is also how these black people survive. In the United States, everyone knows the plight of these black people. They have fallen into a vicious cycle with white people.

Black people see themselves as victims all day long. After years of being slaves, their already meager self-esteem and self-confidence have vanished. They can only resort to passive resistance to try and gain some strength. They create so-called lower groups within the hierarchy of contempt to achieve self-satisfaction, while being sensitive, suspicious, and resistant to discrimination.

In other words, opposing discrimination is politically correct in the United States, but in reality, this kind of thing, like the caste system in the United States, will never disappear.

Therefore, the fact that this black man knew nothing was also a form of self-protection.

However, Miyazaki Yu did not let him go. She asked him carefully about the time of the incident, the time before and after the police arrived, and whether anyone else had been to the villa before letting him go.

"It seems things are more complicated than we thought," Kogoro Mori said, frowning.

“Those police officers clearly knew something, but they pretended not to know. There’s definitely something fishy going on here.”

Miyazaki Yu narrowed her eyes slightly: "Uncle Mori is right, but this is exactly what I want. As long as there are clues, no matter what kind of clues they are, it is a good thing. The worst thing is not being able to find any clues at all."

"Besides this clue, we still have another clue we haven't looked for."

"Any more clues? Where?" Kogoro asked, puzzled. They had checked together but hadn't found any clues.

Miyazaki Yu smiled slightly and looked at Xiaolan. Xiaolan was slightly taken aback, but then realized what he meant.

"Xiaoyu, is that Lingyu?"

As soon as Xiaolan finished speaking, a meow came, and then she felt a weight on her shoulder as a large cat jumped onto her shoulder.

"Here comes the clue. Lingyu's sense of smell is extremely keen, far surpassing that of police dogs and even more keen than that of wild boars. With such a sense of smell, even if someone in the villa used a scent jammer, it would be impossible to completely block out all scents."

Ran and Kogoro's eyes lit up.

"This cat can be used in this way? No wonder you brought this big fat cat with you when you came to America."

"Meow meow!"

Lingyu brandished her claws at Kogoro, revealing a fierce expression, which startled him so much that he quickly waved his hands and dodged to the side.

"Alright, we don't have any extra time now. Every minute we delay will put Sonoko in more danger!"

But as he turned around, his gaze swept towards a direction outside the villa, a flash of ferocity crossing his eyes. At the corner in that direction, a figure hurriedly shrank back, his face turning pale.

Did he spot me?

His heart pounded. Before coming here, he had also researched the person he was tracking.

He wasn't too concerned at first, but after seeing the other party's detailed information, he was shocked. The person he was tracking was no ordinary gang member; he was practically a killing god!

He had witnessed firsthand the miserable state of his colleagues.

Moreover, the other party managed to make his fiercely protective boss immediately back down, only daring to send people to keep a distance. This made him realize that this person was far more terrifying than the intelligence reports described, so he only needed to act as a pair of eyes.

Not doing anything unnecessary was his motto after many years of intelligence work, and it was also the key to his survival. So at this moment, he felt that he should just keep an eye on things.

As night falls, it feels like the day in Los Angeles is just beginning.

Those listless, vacant-eyed people walking along the streets of Los Angeles during the day are the walking dead, heavily intoxicated by drugs.

At this moment, they seemed to come alive all at once and began to gather in some underground locations.

The basement is spacious, and the exterior has been converted into a bar, offering food, drinks, fruits, and some special services.

The place is filled with all sorts of garbage, broken glass, and a mixture of sweat and other peculiar smells. Combined with the dim lighting at the entrance, it can instantly ignite a person's dark desires.

The cyberpunk style that people in the United States like is actually a true reflection of the living environment of many of them, rather than something they made up out of thin air.

The bar area, beverage area, special services area, and underground boxing area are all relatively independent to avoid mutual interference, and each area is guarded by gangsters.

However, the most bustling places, besides the underground boxing matches and the special services, are the gambling areas. These three things can release a person's hormones to the maximum extent, allowing people to experience the thrill of an adrenaline surge.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the gambling area had reached its peak.

"Place your bets quickly! Once you've placed your bets, don't hesitate!"

The dealers in the casino were desperately encouraging people to place bets; the entire roof of the gambling area was about to be blown off by their shouts.

This is not a legitimate casino, so there are no high-class people in suits and ties, only various oddly dressed people from the lower class, with tattoos faintly visible, and many of them have scars on their bodies, clearly indicating that they are all brave and aggressive individuals.

At this moment, several burly black men occupied one side of the gambling table, placing bets frantically. Their imposing physiques and fierce expressions deterred the people around them from approaching, allowing them to forcefully occupy one side of the table in the crowded environment.

"You bunch of bastards, hurry up and place your bets, don't waste time!" A black man, seeing the group of guys opposite him hesitating, cursed angrily with a dark expression.

Just then, a hand patted him on the back.

"Come out, I have some questions for you."

Chapter 485 The Skeleton Knights

"Um?".

The black man was taken aback. How dare someone talk to him at this moment? His mood was ruined, so he snorted angrily and swung his elbow backward.

No matter which bastard dares to bother us at this time, they'll get a beating first before they even have a chance to speak.

However, his attack missed its mark, leaving the black man puzzled. His usually effective move had failed him today.

He turned around and saw three people standing behind him: two men and one woman. Apart from a middle-aged man with a mustache, the other two were young people. The young man was standing behind him, looking at him indifferently with a faint look of disgust in his eyes, as if he were looking at a piece of disgusting vomit.

That look instantly ignited his anger.

"Damn it, where did this yellow-skinned monkey come from, daring to look at me like that!"

Looking at the black man with his hair standing on end, Miyazaki Yu's face remained unchanged.

"Alright, I'm in a hurry right now and I'm not in the mood to listen to your nonsense. Now I'll ask you questions and you'd better not disappoint me!"

Xiao Lan, who was standing nearby, felt that Miyazaki Yu's way of handling things seemed to have become much more ruthless since he came to America, and he always liked to use violence to solve problems.

However, with Sonoko's fate still unknown, and having finally found a clue, if the simplest method can achieve the goal, then we can disregard everything else.

"You yellow-skinned bastard, die!"

With that, he suddenly threw a punch, a violent fist aimed at Miyazaki Yu's face. The punch was incredibly powerful; this scumbag clearly never cared about other people's lives.

In his eyes, Black people are discriminated against, so any act of resistance by them is a challenge to reality and therefore justified.

In fact, many Black people have this mentality. They see the persecution of their ancestors as a continuation of their suffering. They never think about striving to improve themselves and stand up again, but rather how to fight violence with violence and how to bully the weak and isolated.

Therefore, neither benevolence and morality, nor any kind of aid and relief, could save them.

Miyazaki Yu smiled grimly. Some bastards just need to be taught a lesson before they can speak like human beings. In that case, he didn't mind playing the role of educating them.

He liked the character of Confucius very much, and he liked the Confucius with the ghost back even more.

With a loud crack, the fist landed on a fair palm. The size of this palm was disproportionate to the size of the fist, but it seemed to be cast in bronze and iron, and the black man's fist could not budge it in the slightest.

"Idiot, it seems your parents didn't teach you manners. I need to teach you."

As he spoke, he transformed his palm into a tiger claw shape and snapped it shut, instantly embedding his five fingertips directly into the opponent's fist, as if he were poking five holes in tofu with his fingers.

"Huh!?"

The crowd that had been watching the spectacle were now dumbfounded, even Kogoro Mouri and Ran were startled.

Kogoro Mouri thought to himself, "This kid is really ruthless."

However, a strong sense of satisfaction also rose within him. He had traveled thousands of miles to rescue people, nearly died in a hijacking, and now he was encountering these black people, who were always acting out of nowhere. Moreover, this guy was no good either, so getting a beating was a good thing.

"what!"

The black man let out a terrible scream. Miyazaki Yu pinched his hand with his palm, and his hand felt like it was in a clamp, the pain was unbearable.

"You went to Villa No. 66 in Saint-Lope yesterday, didn't you?"

The black man endured the pain, his face contorted in agony. He slowly gritted his teeth, refusing to scream any longer, and then, without regard for anything else, kicked out with all his might, trying to break free from his predicament.

But just as he did that, Miyazaki Yu twisted his wrist and pressed it down, instantly twisting the black man's wrist into a bizarre shape, dislocating the wrist bones.