Conan, I'm an actor

If it were just a regular conventional submarine, they might be able to retaliate, but if they encountered a nuclear-armed one, things would be much more complicated.

Just then, his phone rang in his pocket. It was Vermouth calling. After exchanging only a few words, Gin's expression changed.

“No, the submarine won’t work. The situation is a bit complicated. You can come and take a look.” Gin then gave them the address.

"Boss, who wants to use a submarine?" Vodka asked with some concern.

“Vermouth,” Gin said, frowning. “She came to ask me about the submarine’s status. The organization may have some mission that requires the submarine.”

If it were just Vermouth asking to use the submarine, Gin wouldn't be worried; he had a hundred reasons to refuse. The problem is, Vermouth didn't say why she wanted it, only inquired about the submarine's status, which is rather intriguing.

Three hours later, Vermouth drove her motorboat into the dock by water and immediately saw the submarine under repair.

"What's going on?" The anger that had been building up inside reached its peak at this moment.

"They ran near the ocean buoy and were attacked by a torpedo," Gin said directly. "The anechoic tiles are now damaged, and it will take several months to repair them."

“I can’t wait that long, and neither can the BOSS,” Vermouth said seriously.

“You need to tell me at least what you’re going to do,” Gin said, looking at the captain. “How long will it take to repair this submarine to the point where it’s ready to go?”

"If all spare parts are in normal supply, it will take three months to fully repair the ship." The captain wiped the sweat from his forehead. "If the anechoic tiles are not repaired, we can be ready to go out to sea in two weeks at most, but we need to be careful when we operate and try to avoid patrol boats."

Submarines are underwater assassins, and anechoic tiles are their disguise. Assassins who lose their disguise will die quickly and miserably.

“Go blow up the ocean buoys,” Vermouth said bluntly.

“Impossible!” Gin rejected Vermouth’s request outright. “This submarine was attacked by unidentified armed forces near the ocean buoy before. If it goes there again, it’s very likely it won’t come back.”

Vermouth stared at Gin for a long time before finally saying, "Since the submarine is unusable, provide a backup plan. The order will be issued this month, or maybe this week."

"Then I'll wait and see." Gin's tone was somewhat cold.

He didn't ask why the ocean buoy was blown up; the boss must have his reasons. Besides, even if he asked, the woman wouldn't tell him, since she always considered herself a mystic.

Vodka was clearly puzzled by the order. After all, it was Rum and Vermouth who had urged them to investigate the ocean buoy in the first place. Why were they now going to blow it up? Did they think they had figured out what was inside?

Are Bourbon and Cognac really that efficient? How did they manage to infiltrate their ranks?

However, seeing his boss's gloomy face, Vodka didn't dare to provoke him and could only hold back.

"Go check what Bourbon and Cognac have been up to lately. See if they have any time to make a move," Gin said in a low voice.

“Um…” Vodka looked hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Gin looked at Vodka's constipated expression, and a sense of unease rose from the bottom of his heart.

“We used to have people monitoring the two of them, but after we fell out, our men were getting ambushed every few days. Later, I was afraid of angering Cognac and also afraid of casualties among my men, so I withdrew them,” Vodka said somewhat awkwardly.

Gin took a deep breath, calming his murderous urge. "It's not too late to go now. Let's find out what they've been doing for the past two weeks."

"Yes." Vodka had just walked out when he came back.

"What now?"

"Boss, several of Rum's men have been killed." Vodka's expression was also grim. "This has escalated significantly; it seems the FBI is starting to retaliate. Should we tone down our recent operations?"

Gin's expression was now as black as the bottom of a pot. He waved his hand, signaling Vodka to get lost.

Normally, if those rats dared to show their faces, he would have led his men to wipe them all out. But lately, he'd let them run rampant for a while. Traitors could be killed at any time, but the BOSS's mission couldn't be delayed.

The only thing that made him suspicious was—wasn't the timing a bit too coincidental?

One day later, at an FBI location

“We didn’t do anything!” Judy said, somewhat frustrated. “Our agents who infiltrated the organization suffered heavy losses, so we’ve recently ceased operations.”

James was taken aback by Judy's words, then looked at the other agents, who also looked bewildered.

James was also having a bit of a headache. Just the day before yesterday, he was inspecting work in other places when he received a notice from his superiors, ordering him to rush to Tokyo to discipline his subordinates.

He had no objection to the organization launching a counterattack, nor did the FBI leadership or the police; after all, protecting undercover agents was a very dangerous job, and casualties were inevitable. However, these casualties could not be public, and killings in the street were strictly prohibited.

"If you didn't do it, then who did?" James asked the probing question.

The struggle between the red and black sides is almost out in the open. They basically know each other inside and out. The only ones who can take action against an organization on Japanese soil are the Public Security Bureau and the FBI.

"Could it be the police? Are they trying to frame us to protect their undercover agents within the organization?" an agent said with a dark expression.

James glanced at the Latino agent, his gaze as if he were looking at an idiot.

“It doesn’t matter who did this now,” Judy said. “The police suspect us, and those guys will suspect us too. Knowing their ways, they’ll definitely retaliate against us.”

After Judy finished speaking, everyone present fell silent. Most of them were not agents operating in Japan.

The reason they came to Japan as a group was because the lives of FBI agents within the organization were threatened, and they came to rescue their comrades.

In the end, few were rescued, while many of those who came to help died, making it a pure loss.

According to the strategy formulated two days ago, they will rest for a period of time, while also allowing the undercover agents within the organization to lie low. Afterwards, once they have developed a meticulous rescue plan and made sufficient preparations, they will carry out the rescue.

However, the sudden appearance of this third-party force ruined their plans. Those guys suffered such a huge loss, they would definitely seek revenge, and the target of that revenge would naturally be the FBI.

“We need to evacuate all our comrades as quickly as possible,” a Japanese-American agent said sternly. “Give the order; we’ve been ready to go to war with those guys for a while now.”

Judy looked at James, but James did not nod in agreement to their request.

Planting spies within an organization is extremely difficult, requiring countless amounts of money, manpower, and resources. They even sacrificed some comrades to allow certain individuals to infiltrate key positions, resulting in a complete withdrawal...

These agents clearly didn't care about James's considerations; they only knew that their comrade was in danger and could be killed by the enemy at any moment.

The petitions gradually escalated into a power struggle, and faced with this situation, James could only say that he would go out to make a phone call and consult his superiors.

Several kilometers away in a rented house, Shuichi Akai was maintaining his sniper rifle. He knew what the FBI had been doing recently, but Shinjo had not allowed him to get involved, and James had not given him any specific instructions, so he had been observing from the sidelines.

Just then, his phone rang; the number was James's.

After exchanging only a few words, Akai nodded in agreement to James's request, indicating that he would step in to help at crucial moments.

James gave Judy a somewhat resentful look, then addressed the group in the room, "The rescue operation will begin in two days. We'll split into four groups, and we'll ask the police for help. They'll assist us and provide protection for the journey from the city center to the port. Once we reach the port, we'll take a ship to the military base in Guam. Our weapons and equipment are on board."

An FBI agent nearby immediately took out a map, and the group began discussing it. The topics were mainly the rendezvous points and times for the four teams.

Judy then moved closer to James and asked, "What about the route from the port to the base?"

“We will arrange two helicopters to escort it.” James said with some helplessness. “We can’t exactly sail the frigate into the port, that would cause a serious accident. Besides, there won’t be any problems on this stretch of road. The other side can’t possibly use a submarine to sink the ship.”

"I hope so." Judy looked at the map, and for some reason, she felt a little uneasy.

"By the way, the previous code has already been exposed, hasn't it?" James suddenly asked.

A shadow of gloom crossed Judy's face. "It's not certain yet, but it's very likely."

The thought that so many of her companions had died because the code had been leaked filled her with an unventable rage.

Inside the institute

All the information, after being compiled by Karen, was finally presented on the tablet in front of the new city.

“The whole situation is in chaos now. Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble just to destroy an ocean buoy?” Karen said somewhat discontentedly. “When you went in last time, you could have just put a few explosives inside. That thing is so big, it’s completely destroyed if you just blast a few holes in it.”

“If we do it your way, the problem will be solved, but what will we get in return?” Xincheng asked with a smile.

"Got what?" Karen was taken aback. "It seems like there's nothing here. No, there's nothing you're looking for here at all!"

“Of course there is,” Shinjo sighed. “So, there is still a gap between you and humans. You are artificial intelligence. Even if a component malfunctions, the program can be restarted by replacing the component. But humans can’t do that. APTX-4869 and a few other successful cases are enough to drive both sides crazy.”

"You want to send out the APTX-4869 drug development documents? To use those people." Karen instantly understood Shinjo's meaning. "But the problem is, Rum wants to use this to find people. If you send out the drug development documents now, what if they succeed in developing it..."

"We'll provide half of the drug development data, plus a few finished drugs. Half of it is from the organization, and the other half is our own product."

Chapter 276 Trip to London

Karen was a little confused. "What's going on? If you want to destroy the organization, why not just give them all the finished products?"

“Give them all the finished products. The organization died too quickly, and the intelligence doesn’t match up. There’s a list in the organization of people who have taken this drug, and they’re all basically dead.” Shinjo shook his head. “They’ll lose interest in the data because it’s all outdated, not information about the new drug.”

"You want to pique their interest in the data and get them to continue developing the drug?"

“Developing the drug is just a side effect; they'll definitely try to get their hands on the data. Ideally, they should force Karasuma Renya, the mastermind behind it all, to reveal himself. The old man has been hiding behind the scenes for far too long.” Shinjo frowned and asked, “When are they setting off?”

“They’re leaving for London in three days. Sakata Yusuke’s flight is tomorrow, and Okakura Masaaki’s is the day after.” Karen checked the information. “Should we change their tickets and send them out early?”

"There's no need for that right now; we probably won't take action anytime soon."

Three days later in the blink of an eye

Conan boarded the plane with the Mori family, while Dr. Agasa took Ai Haibara and Akemi Sera with him. Once on the plane, the three children breathed a sigh of relief. They had been worried that the forgery would be discovered, but thankfully, the forgery was very skillful and left no trace.

"You seem really excited," Ran said, looking at Conan's excited expression with a hint of exasperation. "Are you planning to go to the Sherlock Holmes Museum?"

“This…” Conan scratched his head awkwardly.

Just then, Kogoro Mouri took a letter out of his pocket, tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter inside, and began to read it.

"Dad, why did you bring the letter out?" Xiaolan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"This isn't something I wanted to bring out; Shinjo gave it to me," Kogoro Mouri said somewhat helplessly. "And he also told me not to open it before boarding the plane."

"Don't open it before boarding the plane?" Conan was taken aback. "Is there something you need to tell me?"

"As expected, I guessed right. It's said to be for me, but it's actually for you." Kogoro Mouri shook the letter and placed it in front of Conan. "He originally intended to give it to you, but he thought you were unreliable and would definitely open it before leaving Japan, so he asked me to give it to you. You can read it yourself."

Conan looked at the contents of the letter and then looked blankly at Dr. Agasa sitting behind him.

The letter said that something big had indeed happened in Japan, and asked them to stay in London a little longer, promising to reimburse their airfare, food, and lodging, and not to feel guilty. Another matter was asking them to help find someone: an MI6 agent named Sera Mary, who was Ai Haibara and Akemi Sera's aunt.

The letter also introduced the identities of the two sisters. Conan really didn't expect that the girl named Sera Akemi was the protagonist of the bank robbery case that shocked Tokyo before. As for the other one, she was a super genius who developed drug A.

On one trip, he brought along two members of the organization; it's unclear whether Dr. Agasa knew about it.

At this moment, Professor Agasa is trying to make the two children laugh. Ai is naturally aloof and doesn't like to laugh, which is understandable. Akemi will laugh when she hears a joke, but it's just a polite smile.

Professor Agasa is troubled. Are kids these days so precocious? Why are these two kids so different from the Junior Detective League kids?

The plane took off quickly, and Conan followed Professor Agasa into the restroom while he was there.

"Shinichi, what are you doing following me?" Professor Agasa asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Professor Agasa, don't you think there's something wrong with those two kids?" Conan asked nervously.

"What's wrong with them? Apart from being a little introverted, they're both great," Dr. Agasa said with a smile. "They're two reassuring kids. It seems I'll have a very enjoyable trip to London."

“They both took Drug A, just like me,” Conan said nervously. “And the letter said they both…”

"What does it matter!" Professor Agasa patted Conan on the shoulder and said, "I believe in Shinjo, and I believe in them. I can sense that they are different from those people."