Conan, I'm an actor

"Okay." The person on the other end hung up the phone after saying that.

"You still let your own people mingle with that group?"

“Yes, otherwise how can we get first-hand intelligence?” Shinjo said with a smile. “Why don’t you take over the rest of the work and I’ll withdraw my men?”

"I'll leave this to you to handle," Gin said with a dark expression.

It's not that he doesn't want to take it, it's that he can't take it.

Simply giving those guys the drug A won't work if you want to dispel their desire for it. Even if they hand over the finished product, they'll still think it's fake.

Following this operation, we need to formulate the next steps based on the reactions of those politicians and officials. To do this, we need a large number of undercover agents, but the organization's intelligence network in Japan has been severely damaged and lacks this capability.

In addition, he had important matters to attend to; he needed to dispel the officials' doubts.

The organization's previous success in Japan and Europe relied on the support of politicians. Traditional bribery and threats of incriminating evidence were insufficient to control so many politicians; the organization's trump card was a drug that could "extend life."

The reason APTX-4869 has caused such a stir is probably because some of them have already concluded that the drug has been successfully developed, and that the organization is withholding it from them in order to sell it at a higher price.

Gin knew those guys very well; if they couldn't get something at a relatively low cost, they'd use their power to steal it. It seemed that the recent action at the pharmaceutical company was the result of some people already taking action.

Fire trucks arrived at the scene immediately and began extinguishing the fire, followed by a fire helicopter. The fire itself wasn't large, but the scale of the operation was impressive.

The desperate criminals who broke out from the back alleys quickly encountered armored vehicles and soldiers who were already starving and thirsty. With a burst of gunfire from the roof of the vehicle, these desperate criminals instantly turned into corpses.

"Just like that, it's over?" Sakata Yusuke's eyes widened. "Weren't they fighting the Self-Defense Forces to a standstill at the pharmaceutical factory before...?"

“Being inside the pharmaceutical factory gives us a geographical advantage.” Xincheng had anticipated this outcome. “Besides, these guys are just desperados; they haven’t received any professional military training.”

"Then..." Sakata Yusuke glanced at the door and asked with some concern, "Are they really alright?"

"No problem, don't worry. I've already made arrangements for a backup plan, and Karen is keeping an eye on things over there."

underground pipelines

With a burst of gunfire, four or five people running in front were shot and fell to the ground.

"Commander Lei, what are you doing?" Stout stared at Commander Lei with a look of astonishment.

“Don’t forget who we are now. Those guys saw our faces.” Commander Lei put away his gun and said expressionlessly, “Besides, even if I don’t make a move, Senior Curaçao will.”

Stout looked at Curaçao, and the woman simply nodded before covering her head and proceeding along the predetermined route.

“But Cognac said he recruited all these guys. Is it really okay for them to die in the escape route?” Acquavit asked with some doubt. “Won’t those guys come after him?”

Commander Ryssler turned to look at Aquavit and said with a hint of helplessness, "We're just pawns. We'll proceed according to plan. As for whether there will be any trouble, that's not something we need to worry about."

The group of four walked a few hundred meters further and finally saw light. However, when they reached the exit, they found that there were no ships, only an endless sea.

"Curaçao, where are our backups?" Stout's face was grim.

Ever since Commander Lei decisively eliminated his "comrades," his vigilance had increased significantly. Now, seeing that no one was there to meet them...

"Don't rush," Curaçao said, pointing to the sea.

The next second, a submarine with orange-red and dark blue hues emerged from the water. The hatch they had been eyeing opened, and Masaaki Okakura stepped out.

Stout's face was full of shock. Riesling and Aquavit patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to get used to it as soon as possible.

The four people climbed into Dolphin 202. Masaaki Okakura pressed the autopilot button and then took a briefcase from the storage cabinet next to him and handed it to Curaçao.

Curaçao opened his briefcase, took out three file folders, and exchanged them with Stout, Riesling, and Aquavit.

"This is……"

“The contract, and the new identification documents,” Curaçao said expressionlessly. “You can use these identities to live normally in Japan, and you won’t have any problems getting passports. Inside is the biography of the person who forged the identity; you’d better memorize it and not give yourself away.”

Chapter 282 Searching for Relatives in London

Commander Lei opened the file folder directly, and his expression became somewhat uncertain after seeing the contents. "This is not what we agreed on."

Aquavit and Stout opened the file folder with some surprise, but after reading its contents, their faces were full of confusion.

It contains the addresses of their relatives, their false identities, their workplaces, and their extremely high annual salaries.

The benefits here are much better than what they used to receive, and the work is much easier. Most importantly, it's safer. Being a company employee is always safer than being a secret agent.

Could it be that the man agreed to even more conditions for Rysling? Or is what Rysling received different from what they received?

“These things should be given to us three years from now,” Commander Lei said directly. “We agreed to work for him for three years. I believe that you reap what you sow. What does he want us to do at this company? Does this company have any connections, or is it a subsidiary of some organization?”

Stout and Aquavit instantly became alert. There's no such thing as a free lunch; such generous treatment ahead of time must mean they're assigned a very dangerous mission. What Commander Rysser said is highly likely; the research conducted by this company might not be much less advanced than the drug the organization was developing.

“Well, actually…” Okakura Masaaki hesitated, unsure how to explain.

"Didn't you see the logo in the upper right corner of the contract?" Curaçao said expressionlessly. "This company is our subsidiary; it's just using a more reasonable channel to pay your salaries and taxes."

Ryssling flipped through the contract and quickly spotted the company's logo in the upper right corner. It was exactly the same as the logo they had seen inside the base, which only made her more uneasy.

“As for what kind of work he will assign you, we don’t know,” Curaçao said curtly. “Maybe just as someone’s bodyguard.”

Masaaki Okakura rubbed his nose. He knew that Curaçao harbored considerable resentment about being assigned by Shinjo to be Miss Koshimizu's bodyguard.

If he had Curaçao's skills, he would feel stifled even if he were assigned to simple tasks, let alone be a bodyguard. Unfortunately, he doesn't, so he can only slack off by the boss's side.

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Amuro Tooru and his men blocked the American armored vehicle in the alley. Looking at the dozens of corpses in front of the vehicle, he couldn't help but frown.

The corpses were in a truly gruesome state; most had been shot in the face or chest, the wounds mangled and bloody. However, compared to the two bodies severed in half, their deaths were relatively better.

Amuro Tooru originally thought that it would take some effort to find out the identities of these people, but Kazama got the results in just ten minutes.

“Those whose faces are still recognizable are basically wanted criminals,” Kazama said in a low voice. “Even the least criminals have three lives on their hands.”

"A wanted criminal?" Amuro Tooru's expression was somewhat strange. "A wanted criminal with at least three murders on his record?"

Although he guessed that those who died here were all deserving of death, he did not expect that their crimes were so serious that they were killed just like that, which was not unjust.

"Mr. Furuya, are all the people in this organization like this?" Kazama asked with some doubt.

“No.” Amuro Tooru pointed to the colorful clothes on these people and said, “When the organization is conducting activities, everyone must wear black. It’s impossible for such a ragtag group to appear.”

"But why are they gathered here?" Kazama asked, somewhat puzzled.

“They’ve probably watched too many movies; they’re planning to form a criminal alliance.” Amuro Tooru stood up. “Let’s notify the Metropolitan Police Department and have them come and clean up the scene.”

"Hand this over to the Metropolitan Police Department?" Kazama hesitated. "Should we...?"

“As long as we don’t let them enter the pharmaceutical factory premises, that’s fine. We’ll stay away from the factory.” Amuro Tooru stood up. “What happens inside isn’t for us to interfere with.”

“This…” Kazama hesitated.

“Listen to me this time, no excuses.” Amuro Tooru stood up. “If we get involved, we might die a horrible death.”

Kazama shuddered. Was that organization about to make another move? Last time Mr. Furuya gave such an order, a whole bunch of Public Security agents died.

"Did Mr. Furuya receive some information?" Kazama hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Why not just tell the higher-ups directly? That could avoid a lot of unnecessary..."

Amuro Tooru was somewhat surprised to hear Kazama's question, but he quickly found an excuse, "What I heard was just hearsay, I don't have any substantial evidence. The authenticity of the information is the most important thing. If the wrong information is sent back and causes losses... to put it another way, you can understand it as not seeking merit, but seeking to avoid mistakes."

Kazama looked at Amuro Tooru in front of him and felt a little unfamiliar. Why was Mr. Furuya starting to look more and more like those officials?

Amuro Tooru ignored the probing gaze and walked towards the entrance of the alley. There, he saw the figure of that person: Okiya Subaru.

"Don't tell me that what's happening here has anything to do with the FBI," Amuro said with a dark expression.

"Now that I'm here, what's the point of you asking this question?" Subaru Okiya narrowed his eyes, staring at Tooru Amuro. "So, what do you want to do?"

This whole thing looks like a trap, so from the beginning he opposed the FBI’s involvement in police operations.

But this time, it's unclear what kind of spell James cast on those officials, but those officials who always demanded that they restrain themselves actually asked them to intervene forcefully, even bypassing them and mobilizing troops to participate in this operation.

“I don’t know either.” Amuro Tooru shook his head. “Although our Public Security Bureau is said to be the leading unit this time, in the end we are just assisting and taking the blame.”

Do you think I would believe that?

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Amuro Tooru paused for a moment. "If I see you committing crimes on this land again, I will arrest you on the spot."

“If you can do it, I support you.” Subaru Okiya said, staring at Tooru Amuro’s back. “This isn’t a provocation; I’m serious.”

Amuro Tooru paused for a moment, then quickly left the scene. Akai Shuichi had provided him with a lot of information, and he feared that the FBI, like the Public Security Bureau, would become scapegoats. Moreover, it seemed that there were internal divisions within the FBI, and these divisions appeared to have spiraled out of control, to the point where external intervention was necessary to correct them.

Inside the hotel

Yusuke Sakata had almost finished cleaning up the scene. The three bodies were taken away by Vodka, who said they would be transported somewhere to be disposed of later.

"Boss, the one who tried to assassinate us, that should be Rum, right?" Sakata Yusuke asked in a low voice.

"How did you guess?" Shinjo asked with a smile. "I was outside the door when I was talking to Gin. Eavesdropping is not a good habit."

“You guys weren’t deliberately keeping your voices down.” Sakata Yusuke rolled his eyes. “By the way, boss, isn’t the pharmaceutical company thing over? But you don’t seem very happy.”

“The trouble has only just begun.” Shinjo stretched. “Gin will definitely pay close attention to this matter from now on, and it will become increasingly difficult to fool him. Moreover, the effects of the drug will inevitably be revealed.”

"That drug really can make people young again?" Sakata Yusuke's expression was somewhat bitter.

"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." Having something like this in hand is not a good thing. The pharmaceutical company's actions are proof of this; even those reckless thugs with advantages in equipment and terrain were no match for him. He didn't want to be crushed by a machine of violence because of this drug.

"Correct."

"Spare me." Yusuke Sakata plopped down on the bed, as if he had lost all his strength.

"Don't worry, we have a black-clad organization holding us off. Don't underestimate them; after all, they're a well-established organization that's been around for over a decade. They should be able to hold out for a long time."

Big Ben in London

Vermouth dropped her facade, glanced at her phone, and her expression instantly changed upon seeing the news of Rum's death. After surveying her surroundings, she dialed Gin's number.

After hearing Gin's description, she immediately wanted to kill that Cognac guy, but in the end, she didn't give Gin the order. Firstly, Gin was probably busy dealing with those politicians, and secondly, Rum was indeed going to die; Cognac guy was just doing it ahead of time.

In a coffee shop not far from her

"So, what have you been busy with lately?" Ai Haibara asked, looking at Conan Edogawa who was sighing in front of her. "You haven't even been to your favorite Sherlock Holmes museum."

"Um, Ai," the professor said, seeing Conan's troubled expression, and immediately tried to smooth things over, "Conan has a case to handle, that's why he's been running around."

"Doctor, shut up," Ai said irritably. "This guy's gaze towards me and my sister is weird. I've been looking at him for days."

“Ai, I think you’re overthinking it,” Akemi said immediately.

"No, it's impossible for me to be wrong." Ai Haibara stared at Conan and asked, "Is the thing that guy asked you to do related to us?"

“Yes.” Conan rolled his eyes. “That guy asked me to find your aunt, a woman named Mary.”

"Huh?" Akemi looked somewhat shocked. "How did he know about Aunt Mary?"