No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

"You're telling hellish jokes," Ai Haibara thought to herself.

As the two chatted casually, the bald man, who was clearly dead, appeared to be blacked out in the dimly lit bar, except his left eye was rolled back, while his right eye remained normal. Kitahara Masaki moved him to a nearby sofa and poured an entire bottle of liquor over his head.

Continuing to follow the assassins of the Hojo Alliance, the group of assassins were unaware that the person at the very back had already left. They simply walked silently under the ambient lighting, slowly making their way towards the VIP room where Date Takashi was.

The three assassins lined up, drawing the pistols they had just taken from the bartender from their lower backs. Kitahara Masaki quietly walked behind the last assassin, gripped the pistol tightly with his right hand, and jammed the trigger. With his left hand, he slammed an ice pick into the assassin's arm holding the gun.

The assassin, in pain, released his pistol, which naturally fell into Kitahara Masaki's hands. He fired a shot that hit the assassin in the forehead, then turned and crouched down next to the limp assassin, using his body as a human shield.

The two assassins walking ahead came to their senses and were about to retaliate when one of them was knocked down by the human shield, and the other was grabbed by the wrist and pulled forward when he raised his hand to fire his gun, then twisted so that it made a cracking sound.

He first finished off the person who had been knocked down, then shot the person whose wrist had been broken in the head, and after taking two magazines, Kitahara Masaki continued walking forward.

At this point, the surveillance cameras had been hacked by Ai Haibara and were playing the footage from earlier on a loop. It would take the police some time to discover that the bar's surveillance cameras had been hacked, but that time was enough for Kitahara Maki.

"Overthrow the alliance, and we'll dominate Tokyo! Ah, although there are no security cameras in the VIP room, we can hear their voices through the security camera in front of the door. Are the yakuza this arrogant now? Oh, right, after going up to the second floor, there's a small bar with five people inside, all armed with handguns. Go further in and you'll see the VIP room."

Standing at the doorway on the second floor, Kitahara Masaki's glasses marked the enemy's positions through the door. This was a black technology developed by Professor Agasa, which could penetrate the thickness of a door at most, depending on the material of the door.

Using a drone to confirm the location is possible, but the bar staircase is too narrow. If a stray bullet hits the drone and destroys the prop, there would be no way to recover. Therefore, this operation also serves to test the doctor's high-tech props.

Kitahara Masaki slowly pushed open the door and fired in the order he had planned. Three bullets instantly hit the enemies' heads, and as they fell backward, Kitahara Masaki took the opportunity to jump over the bar and waited for the remaining two to attack, leaning against the cover.

The remaining two men, one provided suppressive fire while the other quickly circled around.

Just as the yakuza who were about to surround Kitahara Masaki were about to see what was happening behind the bar, a gunshot that did not belong to him or his teammates rang out, making his heart tighten. But when he found that he was unharmed, he was about to continue walking forward when the chandelier above his head crashed down. Before the yakuza who had been knocked to the ground could recover, he was shot in the head again.

The remaining guard was taken out while he was reloading. In this way, all five guards at the small bar on the second floor were eliminated. Although the music on the first floor prevented most of the citizens who came to play from hearing the gunshots, Date Takashi and his confidants in the VIP room must have heard the gunshots and should have been prepared by now.

"Brother Kitahara! The police have discovered my little scheme!"

"Evelyn, please hold them off for a while."

"clear."

Kitahara Masaki waited until the yakuza in his glasses had taken their positions before continuing his performance.

Chapter 285 Amuro Tooru, do you like my gift?

After the VIP room door opens, you have to go through a very short corridor to reach the private rooms inside. This short corridor serves as a dividing line for Kitahara Masaki, with some of Date's confidants keeping watch around him, while others are positioned in the corridor.

As one of the yakuza slowly grasped the doorknob, turning it to open the door, Kitahara Masaki abruptly yanked the door open, fired several shots at the yakuza's head, grabbed his collar, and charged down the corridor like a knight in shining armor. The two yakuza behind him, barely raising their pistols, were immediately subjected to the same tactic by Kitahara Masaki. He first used a human shield to block one of their shots, then shot the other through the head. Once the yakuza whose vision was obstructed broke free of the human shield, he was shot through the jaw and collapsed limply to the ground.

At this moment, the four people in the private room had already drawn their pistols and were firing continuously. However, Kitahara Masaki used two corpses stacked together to form a temporary wall, while he crouched behind them waiting for an opportunity.

However, the enemy's firepower was too intense, and the bullets instantly pierced through the corpse. Upon seeing this, Kitahara Masaki pulled the corpse onto his body, then curled up into a ball and lay on the ground. His excellent flexibility caused the four gangsters to misjudge his size, resulting in many bullets missing their mark. This was also because there was a height difference between the corridor and the private room below, requiring three steps to descend to the room. This is why Kitahara Masaki was able to use the lying corpse to block the bullets.

While the four yakuza were reloading, Kitahara Masaki quickly killed one of them, but the other three immediately fired at the head of the lying Kitahara Masaki. Sensing the danger, Kitahara Masaki grabbed the corpse's belt and twisted it, but the bullet pierced through the corpse and hit Kitahara Masaki's thigh.

He naturally began to retaliate. Before one of the yakuza could fire, Kitahara Masaki shot him in the hand first. The impact of the bullet caused the yakuza's hand to fly aside, resulting in the death of his own comrade.

Now only Date Takashi and Kitahara Masaki remain. Everyone thought that this yakuza who dared to declare war on the Hojo Alliance was a tough nut to crack, but just as Kitahara Masaki was about to raise his human shield, Date Takashi hurriedly threw his gun aside, begged for mercy, and even revealed his bank card PIN.

However, Kitahara Masaki is not short of money and would not be foolish enough to take this sum. As a target of the Public Security Bureau, Date Takashi is a man destined to die in Kitahara Masaki's plan.

As he continued reciting his bank card PIN, Kitahara Masaki had already changed the magazine and then shot him through the forehead.

After a thorough inspection, Kitahara Masaki discovered that the Date Group had been completely wiped out. He then took out a recording device from his pocket, turned it on, and placed it behind Date Takashi. What followed was Kitahara Masaki's monologue. After hearing Date Takashi's voice, he was able to immediately imitate his trembling voice when he heard it.

After reciting his pre-written lines, Kitahara Masaki fired another shot and then quickly left the scene. He first threw the pistol into the trash can, then took out the waiter's uniform that Vermouth had prepared for him from behind a flowerpot, quickly put on the clothes, and then used the system item "One-Second Outfit Change".

The police had already arrived at the scene. After foiling Ai Haibara's trick, they discovered that all the Date Group guards on the second floor were lying on the ground. Given this sudden turn of events, the raid naturally began ahead of schedule. However, they were stopped at the entrance by a group of customers, the reason for which was unknown.

As the commander, Amuro Tooru stood in the monitoring room watching the surveillance footage return to normal, his expression extremely gloomy. This time, the opponent dared to tamper with things right under the noses of the Public Security Bureau and even brazenly stormed in. This was a slap in the face to the Public Security Bureau.

Thinking of this, he dialed Kitahara Masaki's number and asked:

"Officer Kitahara, haven't you finished your dinner yet?"

"What happened? I brought that girl here today so you could see her. This high school detective actually has an FBI brother. Although her brother has passed away, is it possible that this girl still has connections with the FBI?"

"Ahem, our police will investigate this matter thoroughly. More importantly, something has happened at the bar we're monitoring. It seems the Date Group members have all been killed, and our people found many Hojo Alliance assassins in the dance hall on the first floor, but they were also killed."

"Could it be that a third party has appeared?"

"Probably."

"Hmm... but this is still a matter for the Public Security Bureau, isn't it? The Fourth Investigation Division won't get involved after such a serious shooting incident. However, I think Inspector Sasae should be able to clean up the traces tonight."

"Thank you, Officer Kitahara. I owe you a favor this time."

Amuro Tooru called this time to ask Kitahara Masaki to hand over the case to them, which means he also wants Kitahara Masaki to help him get rid of the troublesome Investigation Section 4.

However, Amuro Tooru did not expect that the person on the other end of the phone was not 'Kitahara Masaki', but Vermouth, who was disguised and eating at a restaurant. Because Kitahara Masaki was still in the bar at that time, there was no way he could answer the phone. So when he went into the bar to hand over to Vermouth, Kitahara Masaki was handed over to Vermouth. The phone call just now was also Vermouth impersonating Kitahara Masaki by using a voice that was indistinguishable to outsiders.

After resolving the internal issues, Amuro Tooru immediately went to the bar, which had already been ransacked. He first carefully examined the bodies of the Hojo Alliance assassins on the first floor and found that the one on the dance floor had been stabbed to death with a sharp weapon. The three assassins who went up the stairs afterward must have had their guns taken away before being shot in the head.

Going up to the second floor, the Date Group members were all dead. Looking at their positions, Amuro Tooru recreated the scene. Although these guards tried their best to fight back, they were still defeated by someone a level stronger than them. It probably just took a little longer.

When Amuro finally entered the VIP room, he confirmed that the so-called third-party force consisted of only one person. He had single-handedly taken down more than a dozen yakuza members who had seen blood, a level of skill that would be considered top-tier even by major intelligence agencies. It was also possible that he was a combatant for the Black Organization.

All the gangsters who could speak became silent and mute. The public security operation turned from a surprise attack into a wrap-up, which was completely unexpected by Amuro Tooru.

However, just as he sighed, Amuro Tooru, who had a keen eye for detail, noticed something behind Date Takashi. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was a recording pen that was still recording!

Amuro Tooru immediately pressed the pause button, and after confirming that the battery was fully charged, he pressed the play button.

Chapter 286 Bar Brawl, Just a Minor Matter

"Team Leader Date, who exactly is the force behind you?"

"Who are you? You managed to come all this way by yourself, you must have already investigated thoroughly. It's just those guys from Kansai, isn't it?"

"Heh, I thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to still dare to hide it. The real supplier of those weapons must be someone from the Black Organization!"

"What are you saying—I don't understand!"

"Hmph! The Black Organization contacted you after they got intelligence that the FBI wanted to buy guns, planning to find their hideout when the FBI came to pick up the goods. But they didn't expect that the person who came would be Shuichi Akai. They didn't even manage to track him down, and instead lost a lot of guns."

"........."

"Still planning to stay silent? Well, given your level, you wouldn't know who Shuichi Akai is. Anyway, I've already investigated the person you were in contact with back then. He's the second-in-command of the Black Organization—Rum! Don't try to deceive me. After that incident at the Tokyo Detention Center, I've been investigating the mastermind behind it and discovered that it was also Rum's doing."

“Since you’ve already investigated to this extent, why bother coming to me? I don’t know any more than you. Every time Rum comes to see me—by the way, although he can change his appearance every time, his left eye seems to be a fake! I only discovered this by accident! And his goal is to find the FBI, right? How could someone like me, an executor, possibly know more information? If you just let me go, I will definitely help you lure Rum out!”

"Ridiculous. I just wanted to see if I could find out from you what basis Rum had for approaching you. It seems I was overthinking it; you're just a pawn that can be found anywhere."

After he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out, followed by a long silence.

Amuro Tooru listened to the recording in silence several times, his eyes shining. Although the mission to raid the yakuza was disrupted by others, the most important thing was that he had obtained an extremely valuable piece of information: Rum, the organization's second-in-command, had arrived in Tokyo, and his left eye seemed to be a prosthetic.

It turns out that the previous riot at the Tokyo Detention Center was also his doing. No wonder those strange audio recordings had the function of hypnosis and brainwashing.

After thoroughly confirming the contents of the recording pen, Amuro Tooru noticed Kitahara Masaki limping back to the monitoring room and asked:

"Officer Kitahara, what happened to your leg?"

"Ahem, it's embarrassing to say, but my legs got a little numb after being in the bathroom for so long."

He was actually hit by a bullet, and his calf below his pants was bruised. However, Kitahara Masaki saw Amuro Tooru's beaming face, probably because he had seen the recording pen Amuro Tooru left behind and listened to its contents.

So this is Kitahara Masaki's purpose for this trip: to tell Amuro Tooru all the information about Rum. If Gin is a relatively controllable member of the organization, Rum, as the organization's second-in-command, can do many things as he pleases. Kitahara Masaki often cannot predict his next move, which is when the Japanese Public Security Bureau is needed to restrict his actions.

As for the FBI, Shuichi Akai has already noticed Sera, so Masaki Kitahara can also use this to pass on information. The only thing to be careful about is how to make Shuichi Akai believe this information.

Just as the two adults were pondering their respective plans, Sera Masumi asked timidly:

"Excuse me—is everything over? Who exactly was that assassin who suddenly appeared?"

Amuro Tooru came to his senses. The mysterious assassin must be the one who carried out the sniping during the detention center riot, and he also ruined Representative Natsuta's escape plan, for some unknown reason.

His actions against the Date Group this time should prove that he definitely knows a lot about the Black Organization, which is why he was able to do this. It's even possible that he's a former member of the Black Organization. If he could avoid killing, he might be able to become an accomplice of the Public Security Bureau. Unfortunately, the next time Amuro sees him, he must arrest him and extract more information about the organization from him.

“We will investigate the assassin’s true identity. Today’s mission is officially over. Ms. Sera, you should go back with Officer Kitahara now. By the way, after today’s internship, you should know how dangerous the people involved with the yakuza are. If you encounter the yakuza in the future, don’t rush in recklessly. The best option is to contact me and Officer Kitahara immediately. This is my business card.”

"Oh, nice to meet you."

On her way home, Sera suddenly sighed:

"So this is what real police officers do – they encounter such terrifying scenes. If I ever become a police officer, I'll definitely go to Detective Kitahara's department!"

"Of course, the First Criminal Investigation Division deals with all sorts of difficult cases most of the time, which is perfect for you detectives. The Public Security Force to which Inspector Sasoi belongs deals with heinous crimes every day, and you could easily be killed if you're not careful. So, for someone like you who likes to investigate cases, it's best to stay in the First Criminal Investigation Division."

You're one of my treasured girls too, so you can't go to a place like the police station.

"Also, you're not suited for that place."

"Huh, why?"

"You still have your sister and that mother who hasn't appeared yet. At this stage, you are still the Black Organization's adversary. However, when working in the police department, the families of the officers there are easily targeted. Criminals these days are not like they used to be. There are many killers who can come up with all sorts of methods even if it's a crime of passion, and there are also many lunatics who have been planning a big heist for half a year. In short, that kind of place is still too dangerous for you right now."

Sera pondered, realizing that her most important task now was to approach Conan and see if she could find clues about the antidote from him, since getting her mother back to normal was the most important thing.

Seeing her obediently nod, Kitahara Masaki took her to the ramen stall for a late-night snack. However, to Kitahara Masaki's surprise, two familiar faces sat down next to him as soon as they sat down. It turned out to be Conan and Uncle Mori.

"Yo! Good evening! Did you receive a tricky request?"

Uncle Mori couldn't help but smile wryly after hearing Kitahara Masaki's question, and then Conan explained to him what had happened.

"Actually, Uncle Mori is helping Attorney Kisaki investigate a case!"

"Children shouldn't interrupt adults! Boss, two servings of dumplings, please."

Oh, I see.

"I don't know what kind of case it is, but maybe I've heard about it."

"Well, to be honest, it's not a big case. A few days ago, a man hit and killed a pedestrian with his car. He fled the scene at first, but then turned himself in at the police station. Eri defended the man, but there are still a lot of doubts about this case, so I went to investigate today. Then this kid kept bothering me, and it got so late, so I decided to come and get some late-night snacks. What happened over there?"

"It's nothing serious, just taking this trainee officer to broaden her horizons and show her what the real front lines are like."

Conan, being the curious child he is, was naturally very interested in the 'front line' that Kitahara Masaki mentioned, while Sera thought to herself that the bar where more than a dozen people died was no small matter!

However, Kitahara Masaki and Mouri Kogoro were very in sync. After the ramen chef served the noodles, they didn't talk about work anymore. Instead, they chatted with the ramen chef about recent little things, from the price of partridge eggs to the time it takes to make broth. This almost made Conan, who wanted to hear about the case, very impatient.

However, Kitahara Masaki only said two sentences to him:

Don't rush, don't rush.

Chapter 287 Nine Prosecutors

Afterwards, Kitahara Masaki and Uncle Mori poured sake for each other, both drinking slowly. Sera, feeling sorry for Conan, vaguely recounted what she had seen and heard that day, and Conan, naturally, returned the favor by recounting what he and Uncle Mori had investigated that day: