Conan, I'm an actor

After his falling out with Gin in London, he had to speed up the process of consolidating his influence in Japan.

However, at this moment, Karen brought him bad news: she had lost information about Rum's location.

"When was the location information lost?" Xincheng asked, somewhat frantically.

"It must have been three days after you left England. I think they used the same methods as Gin to centrally control the mobile phones," Karen said with some helplessness.

"Impossible!" Shinjo immediately dismissed Karen's guess. "He's not Gin. If he wants to successfully enter Japan, he'll definitely need to bring a large number of his original team. How can he contact his subordinates without a cell phone? Not just cell phones, but computers are also essential."

"Didn't you say that the person who can inherit the codename Rum is an elite within the organization? Others might actually come alone, or with only a small group of trusted followers. Besides, if he can't even compare to Gin, do you think he can hold onto Rum's position? Would Gin just sit idly by and watch someone who threatens his position grow stronger?"

“Let’s not talk about that now.” Shinjo waved his hand. “Continue the surveillance. Also, any news from Rena Mizunashi? She’s a CIA agent; she should have received her orders by now.”

“No,” Karen said somewhat helplessly. “I’ve already investigated, and she definitely didn’t receive the message.”

“That’s strange.” Shinjo tapped his fingers on the table. “Find James’ location for me. Also, arrange a speedboat; I need to go to Tokyo.”

"The waters around here are patrolled 24 hours a day."

"Then I'll go out tonight."

That night, Conan was caught by Shinjo and put on a speedboat while he was still asleep. However, he was not unhappy, but even a little excited because he could finally go home.

"By the way, what should I be careful about after the drug's effects kick in?" Conan asked, looking at Shinjo who was driving the speedboat.

"Don't leave Japan. Also, keep a low profile. There shouldn't be any major problems." Shinjo shut down the engine and waited for the patrol boat to pass through the area. "Also, there's something I need to tell you about Rum, a member of the organization."

"Rum, is he the second-in-command of that organization?" Conan's eyes lit up.

After returning to Japan, he asked Shinjo why he had been driven away, but Shinjo never said. Is he now going to tell him everything?

“Yes and no.” Shinjo looked at the lights in the distance. “The previous Rum was the organization’s second-in-command, but unfortunately, he had bad luck and met me. The new Rum only inherited the code name and some of the previous Rum’s legacy. He’s still a bit behind me, but killing a few chickens will be a piece of cake.”

Conan's eyelids twitched. "I want to ask, what does this have to do with me? Is it that Rum who will attack me?"

“After Gin left Japan, I took over managing the organization’s affairs there.” Shinjo stroked his chin. “That’s why I had the confidence to bring you back. However…”

Conan tensed up instantly, knowing that the important part was yet to come.

“The organization informed me beforehand that the affairs of the Japanese branch would be taken over by the new Rum.” Shinjo stroked his chin. “This guy will come to seize power.”

"Can't we resolve this peacefully?" Conan sighed. "There will definitely be another conflict, right?"

The first thing this new "Rum" will do upon taking office will undoubtedly be to establish his authority, and no one is more suitable to be the target of this authority than these escaped members of the organization.

"Don't you find it ridiculous to say that?" Xincheng watched the patrol boat pass by and muttered, "Hold on tight!"

The speedboat sped along, stopping and starting, and soon arrived at a secluded dock. Shinjo took Conan back to Tokyo, dropped him off at Professor Agasa's doorstep, and then turned and headed towards the Kudo family's house next door.

"What are you doing at my house?" Conan was about to go in and greet Professor Agasa when he saw Shinjo about to enter his house, so he immediately stopped.

"Your house has now become an FBI base in Japan. Didn't your mother tell you about this?"

"How come I didn't know!" Conan said, somewhat annoyed.

Xincheng ignored him and unlocked the door, allowing Guangmeng to walk in openly.

When did you get the key made?

“I didn’t make a key,” Shinjo said with a smile. “After Gin left Japan, I changed the lock on this villa. By the way, do you need a key?”

Conan opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"Come out, everyone. Weren't you looking for me?" Xincheng clapped his hands.

"Mr. New Town, you have quite the skills to have found this place." James came out from inside, holding a pistol in his hand.

“I’m not stupid. Besides, Japan is my territory, not yours.” Shinjo pulled out a chair and sat down. “I have the drug information, but give me a reason to hand it over to you.”

“We can guarantee the safety of you and your businesses,” James said. “At least in Japan and the United States, your businesses are absolutely safe.”

“Sounds very good.” Shinjo tapped his fingers on the table. “But can you afford such a high price?”

“Mr. James, don’t try to fool me. I know your capabilities very well.” Xincheng looked at Judy behind James. “Miss Judy, have you found the girl in that photo?”

Judy was startled. She had come to Japan specifically to find this little girl, whom she believed might be Shuichi Akai's only remaining bloodline in the world. Only she and the person who sent her the email knew about this. Could it be that the email in front of her was sent by this guy?

"You were the one who sent me that photo back then. Shuichi is still alive, isn't he?!" Judy slammed her hands on the table and asked aggressively.

As the effects of the drug became apparent, she realized that it was very likely Miyano Akemi. If Miyano Akemi hadn't died, then was Akai Shuichi, who "died" along with Miyano Akemi, also dead?

“Yes, he’s not dead, but it’s worse than if he were.” Shinjo shrugged.

Subaru Okiya is currently undocumented and unable to work, relying entirely on his boss for financial support. He also has to take care of his child, which he considers worse than death.

“Judy, let’s talk about this later.” James sat down across from Newtown. “We can help ease some of the pressure on you…”

“I leaked the Boeing document. If they don’t listen, I will leak more.” Xincheng stroked his chin. “Of course, I don’t rule out using the same methods as last time. I don’t mind turning this world upside down.”

James had a bit of a toothache; the guy in front of him was so stubborn and unyielding that it was his biggest headache.

He knew these Japanese officials' personalities very well; once this guy unleashed a barrage of attacks, there were hardly any tough nuts to crack.

"What benefits can you offer me?" Xincheng coughed. "Our teeth are very strong; we can gnaw through any kind of meat, and of course, we can protect it too."

James took a deep breath. "Name your price. We desperately need this information."

"Name your price?"

Name your price.

“So generous?”

“I have no say in the price you set,” James shrugged. “I’m just a middleman passing on information, so it doesn’t matter how high the price you set.”

“Is that so?” Shinjo nodded, then took out a file folder. “Inside is my price list, and there’s a contact number. She’s our representative and can be in charge of this negotiation.”

James took the file folder, smiled and gave up his seat, leaving Xincheng with a meaningful look as he left.

Shinichi nodded knowingly, then looked at Judy to the side. Clearly, business was over and it was time to talk about personal matters.

"You said Shuichi is still alive? Tell me, where is he?" Judy asked excitedly, looking at Shinjo sitting across the table.

Shinjo extended a finger and shook it gently. "Miss Jodie, I have to remind you of something. I am a businessman. If you want something from a businessman, you have to pay the corresponding price. You go back and prepare your bargaining chips. I also need to go back and ask Shuichi Akai if he is willing to see you. If he is willing to see you, then we can talk about the bargaining chips."

Chapter 305 The Transaction is Underway

"You bastard!"

“I advise you to be polite to me, or I’ll raise the price.” Xincheng whistled. “I’ll be going now. By the way, this child is the homeowner’s son. He wants to meet an FBI agent, so I brought him along.”

“Wait, Mr. Shinjo!” James called out to Shinjo, who was about to leave, and hesitated before speaking, “New Rum has recently appeared at a port in South America. He’s hired a few smugglers. We suspect he’s planning to smuggle himself from there to Japan, which is a token of our sincerity.”

"I appreciate your sincerity." Xincheng nodded and turned to walk towards the door.

“That guy knows where Shuichi is, James, why didn’t you stop him?” Judy asked angrily.

“Judy, calm down.” James said helplessly, looking at the agitated Judy. “He’s made it clear enough. It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell you this news, but Shuichi Akai doesn’t want to see you right now.”

“Why…” Judy’s eyes were somewhat blank, “Why won’t he contact us?”

"Perhaps he has stumbled upon a crucial part of the investigation, or perhaps he is unable to extricate himself for some reason."

Conan, who was standing still, listened to James defending that guy named "Shuichi Akai" and felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Did he also take that drug and his body shrank?" Judy picked up the keys and was about to leave. "I'm going to find that guy and ask him what happened."

“Based on my understanding of Mr. Shinjo, even if you catch up with him, it will be of no use,” Conan said seriously. “First, you can’t beat him, and second, if he doesn’t want to talk about something, no one can force him to say it.”

James nodded. "Judy, this kid is right. That guy named Newtown is an extremely dangerous guy. There's information about him in the database. You can take a look when you have time."

Judy glanced at James, then at Conan, finally sighed, tossed the keys on the table, and turned to go back to her room.

James then crouched down, looked at Conan, and asked, "You're Mr. Kudo's second son, Conan, right? It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Uncle James, you're an FBI intelligence officer, right?" Conan asked curiously. "The problem is, isn't the CIA in charge of foreign affairs?"

James looked a little embarrassed; he didn't know how to answer the kid's question for a moment.

After leaving the Kudo family, Shinjo went straight to the residence of Koshimizu and Director Ochiai.

Soon, he noticed three suspicious-looking guys downstairs, clearly secret agents keeping watch, and two more in the adjacent building to his left.

After the infrared module of the prosthetic eye was activated, he directly reached behind one of the men, stabbed him in the neck with a dagger, covered his mouth with one hand, and dragged him to a blind spot of the surveillance camera.

He did the same thing again, eliminating all five spies who were watching him. After doing all that, he turned and left without even going into the apartment building.

Three hours later, sirens sounded below.

Inspector Megure stared at the corpses on the ground, his face pale. These men had all been killed with a single stab wound from behind. He had never seen such a brutal method of murder before.

The forensic doctor made his judgment with just one glance: "The perpetrator has a deep understanding of human anatomy, and his target was very clear. Only special forces soldiers could do this. Experienced surgeons could do it, but at most one or two. These people also seem to have undergone professional training; ordinary surgeons could not kill so many people in such a short time."

"I'll check with my superiors to see if we can get some support," Inspector Megure said immediately.

Such a dangerous guy is beyond the capabilities of these detectives; they must request backup. But before he could even take out his phone, Takagi squeezed through the cordon and whispered a few words to Inspector Megure with a grave expression.

After listening to Takagi's account, Inspector Megure's face darkened instantly. He said to the forensic doctor, "Take all the bodies back to the police station first. You don't need to worry about the rest; someone else will take care of it."

"This..." the forensic doctor said with some surprise, "This is not in accordance with the rules."

"Some people are just bound by the rules." Inspector Megure patted the forensic doctor on the shoulder, signaling him to take it easy, and then left the scene with Takagi.

Inside the apartment building

"Where are the security cameras?" Amuro Tooru asked without turning his head, staring at the corpse on the ground.

"Damn it," Kazama said with a hint of helplessness. "It was sabotaged. Our surveillance system was also destroyed. That guy must have done a thorough reconnaissance before he took action."

“That’s no excuse,” Amuro Tooru said expressionlessly. “Eight people, five of them were taken down silently, and the remaining three didn’t even realize their teammates had been killed. You guys are really something else.”

“Mr. Furuya, there’s no point in talking about this now,” Kazama said with a hint of helplessness. “Should we arrest that Nanatsuki Koshimizu now? That person must have come to rescue her.”

Do you have any evidence?

"No."

"Arresting people without evidence? Haven't we learned our lesson from last time?"

"But we still have to give our superiors an explanation."

“An explanation? Shouldn’t they give me an explanation? Because of their stupid actions, I lost five excellent men.” Amuro Tooru raised his head and said, “Don’t worry about this. I’ll go talk to that guy Kuroda.”

Kazama shrugged. Since his superior had said so, he had no choice but to obey. He walked to Amuro Tooru's side, looked at the corpse on the ground, and felt a chill on his neck, as if a knife was pressed against it.

He walked to a corpse and closed its eyes for it.