Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

What is most outrageous is that he has committed many political murders and used extreme means to eliminate dissidents.

Mao Li felt a sense of oppression in his chest. Such people should have been brought to justice long ago instead of relying on their power to show off in public.

Maori took a deep breath, folded the document carefully and hid it. He quickly made a plan in his mind: let Pisco complete the assassination of Senator Tunkou, and then capture Pisco when he lets down his guard. This would not only get rid of Senator Tunkou, but also disintegrate the Black Organization's action, killing two birds with one stone.

Maori returned to the memorial hall, looking calm and at ease, with a familiar smile on his face, as if he had just gone to exchange a glass of wine.

He looked around, his eyes vaguely falling on Kenzo Masuyama.

Kenzo Masuyama obviously did not notice anything unusual about Mori. His mind was completely focused on finding a suitable opportunity to complete the task.

Vermouth's sudden departure made him anxious. The assassination that was originally supposed to be covered by Vermouth can now only be carried out by him alone.

Congressman Tunkou is always surrounded by a large number of security personnel, which makes it difficult for him to act rashly.

Maori pretended to walk casually towards an actor he knew and chatted with him for a few words, then took a glass of red wine and stood in a corner of the hall, observing Pisco casually.

There was no flaw in his expression, and he even chatted easily with the people around him, but his eyes never left Pisco.

Kenzo Masuyama stood in the corner, seemingly chatting with several well-known producers, but actually secretly keeping an eye on the movements of Councillor Tsuchiguchi.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The urgency of the task and the complexity of the environment made him feel extremely stressed.

He looked towards the exit of the banquet hall from time to time, feeling anxious - where did Vermouth go?

"Pisco, the mission must be completed."

Vermouth's warning was still ringing in his ears, making it hard for him to breathe.

He understood that if the mission failed, not only would the organization not let him go, but even his family might be implicated.

Thinking of this, he clenched the wine glass in his hand and tried to calm himself down.

Councillor Tunkou was standing in the middle of the hall, chatting with a group of people.

That fat, smug face made Pisco feel disgusted.

This is not only a mission, but also an act of "justice" that he longs to accomplish in his heart.

Although he is a member of the Black Clothes Organization, he also hates evil people like the members of the Tunsi Council.

Mao Li quietly approached the direction of Councillor Tunkou and pretended to greet him.

He noticed that Pisco's eyes were frequently looking over here, and he sneered in his heart.

Pisco's anxiety and nervousness were almost palpable, which made Maori more certain of his speculation.

"Mr. Congressman, tonight's memorial service is indeed very grand."

Mao Li chatted with Councillor Tunkou with his usual signature smile.

Councillor Tunkou responded with a laugh, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Of course! Director Sakamaki has been my friend for many years. I will definitely give my full support to his memorial service."

The smile on Councillor Tunkou's face seemed enthusiastic, but in fact it was a little hypocritical.

Maori nodded in agreement, but his eyes were always fixed on Pisco.

He pretended to be nonchalant and continued chatting with the guests around him, giving Pisco a sense of security.

Pisco finally seized an opportunity. Congressman Tunkou left the hall to go to the bathroom, and only two security guards were left with him. Pisco quietly followed him, with a steel needle coated with venom ready in his hand. He knew this was his only chance.

Mao Li saw this, his eyes darkened, he put down his wine glass, and followed quietly. He had to make sure everything was under control.

Congressman Tunkou went into the restroom, and Pisco followed closely. He quickly checked the surroundings, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, he quietly approached the congressman.

He moved very quickly, holding the steel needle in his hand, ready to launch an attack.

At this moment, a deep voice came from behind: "Mr. Masuyama, you seem to be busy."

Pisco turned around suddenly and saw Kogoro Maori standing at the door with an incomprehensible smile on his face.

He was startled, but quickly regained his composure, hid the needle in his sleeve, and said calmly, "Mr. Maori, why are you here?"

"Oh, I just happened to pass by and saw you come in, so I thought I'd come over and say hello."

Maori approached slowly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, making Pisco feel inexplicably oppressed.

"Mr. Maori is really enthusiastic."

Pisco forced a smile, trying to hide his nervousness.

Mao Li did not expose him immediately, but looked at him with interest and said, "However, I just saw something special in your hand...I wonder if it would be convenient for me to see it?"

Pisco's expression changed slightly, and he quickly shook his head: "No, it's not something important."

Maori smiled meaningfully, didn't ask any more questions, and turned to leave the bathroom.

He knew that now was not the time to expose Pisco, and everything had to wait until the critical moment.

Pisco clenched the steel needle in his hand and watched Maori leave, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He didn't know how much Maori had discovered, but he knew there was no turning back now.

The sudden appearance of Kogoro Mori made Pisco feel uneasy.

He always felt that Maori's eyes seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, as if he saw through everything.

However, at this moment, the mission was imminent, and he knew there was no time to think too much, and no room to retreat.

Councillor Tunkou straightened his suit and left the bathroom slowly.

Pisco took a deep breath and followed him out the door, quickly thinking about the next plan in his mind.

The hall was still bustling with activity as everyone was immersed in the last part of the memorial service - a review of director Sakamaki's classic film clips.

This stage will make the lights dim and the environment noisy, which is a good time to take action.

Pisco walked to the corner, took out a small communication device from his inner pocket, and communicated with his companions in the organization in a very low voice: "The situation has changed. Belmode is missing. I can only act on my own."

The response was brief: “The mission must be completed. Failure is not tolerated in this organization.”

Hearing this familiar order, Pisco's expression became even gloomier.

He turned his eyes and found that Councillor Tunkou was standing at a wine table, chatting with several business leaders. Pisco knew that time was running out and he had to create an impeccable opportunity as soon as possible.

Maori stood on the other side of the hall, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and glanced at the crowd nonchalantly.

His eyes were fixed on Pisco, not missing any of his moves.

The confrontation with Mio in the bathroom just now further confirmed his guess: Pisco's target was Councillor Tunkouba, and the poison needle was obviously the murder weapon in his plan.

Maori sneered in his heart: What a scoundrel-eating-scoundrel drama. It was not a pity that a villain like Councillor Tunkou died, but Pisco could not stay out of it either.

Neither of these two can escape.

At this time, Conan carefully hid behind a sofa, aiming the zoom device of his glasses at Maori, observing every detail of his movement.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

……

The lights in the hall were still bright, and the guests were immersed in the classic film clips directed by Sakamaki.

However, beneath this apparent peace, Pisco had already set up an elaborate killing plan.

Pisco stood in the corner with a cold look in his eyes. He whispered into the communicator, "Everything is ready."

Then, he secretly operated a small device, and the lights in the banquet hall suddenly went out, plunging the entire venue into darkness.

Exclamations rang out one after another, and the scene became chaotic in an instant.

"What happened?" The guests looked around and talked a lot.

At this moment, Councillor Tunkou suddenly stumbled in the chaos and fell to the ground.

He covered his chest in pain, groaned faintly, and then lost his voice.

The lights were quickly restored and everyone's attention was drawn to the congressman.

His face was livid, blood was oozing from his chest, and a poison needle was lying quietly under him.

"Someone assassinated the congressman!"

There was an uproar at the scene, the guests stepped back, and the guards rushed up to try to control the situation.

Pisco stood not far away, his face calm, seemingly just an uninformed bystander.

He took a deep breath and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: the plan was successful. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the joy of victory did not last long before it was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Nice trick, Pisco."

Maori Kogoro's voice came from the crowd. He walked forward slowly and looked at Pisco sharply.

Pisco's pupils shrank slightly. He immediately regained his composure and asked with a sneer, "Mr. Maori, what do you mean by that? Are you doubting me?"

Mao Li did not answer, but walked straight to the body of Councillor Tunkou, picked up the poison needle with a handkerchief, and then slowly said: "The time when the lights went out was just right, and the position where the councillor fell was even more accurate. If no one planned it in advance, this would be too coincidental, right?"

The guests around were silent, and everyone held their breath, watching Maori's every move.

"Congressman Tunkou's death was not accidental."

Maori turned to look at the crowd and told Pisco's plan in a stern tone.

Not only that, he also told what Councillor Tunkou had done.

"He abused his power, bribed officials, and was even involved in multiple murders. To be honest, it is reasonable to liquidate such a person."

Chapter 442: A Trap for Mao Li

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Maori had exposed all the evil deeds of the congressman without reservation.

Pisco's face gradually darkened, his fists clenched slightly, and he whispered, "Mr. Maori, even so, this doesn't mean that I did it, right?"

Mao Li snorted and held up a piece of paper: "This document is a record of your contacts with the outside world. Do you think you can hide all this from me?"

Pisco could no longer remain calm and his face changed suddenly.

He looked around and saw that the guards were approaching, ready to subdue him.

Realizing he had no way to escape, he turned sharply and tried to rush out of the hall.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Conan shouted and rushed out of the crowd quickly. His foot-strengthening shoes sent a precise football straight into Pisco's legs, forcing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

Pisco struggled to stand up, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

He took out a small bottle of poison from his arms and prepared to put it into his mouth. However, just as he was about to commit suicide, a big foot flew over and kicked the poison away.

"Don't take it upon yourself, Pisco!"

Maori Kogoro said coldly, pressing him firmly to the ground.

Pisco struggled and begged for mercy in a low voice: "You don't understand at all! If I fall into the hands of the police, the organization will never let me go! Let me go! Mr. Maori! I can give you everything!"

Maori was unmoved and handed him over to the police who arrived. With a bit of disdain in his tone, he whispered: "If you fall into Gin's hands, you will die. If you fall into the hands of the law, you will also die. But at least the law can expose your crimes to the sun."

"You...you know Gin?!"

Pisco looked at Maori blankly. Maori shrugged and said nothing else.

Pisco was taken away and the hall gradually returned to calm.

However, this thrilling assassination and counterattack left everyone with lingering fears.

Conan stood beside Maori and asked thoughtfully: "Uncle, why did you save him? He is a member of the Black Organization."

Maori lit a cigarette and looked into the distance: "Conan, some things cannot be solved by killing one person. Pisco is a pawn of the organization, but his existence may bring us closer to the truth."

The banquet had just returned to normal. Maori Kogoro was leaning aside, smoking a cigarette with a serious look on his face, thinking about his next move. At this moment, his cell phone vibrated. He picked up the call and heard the anxious voice of Inspector Megure.

"Kogoro! Something terrible has happened! The police car escorting Pisco was attacked on the way! A group of unidentified people kidnapped him!"

Maori frowned, exhaled a puff of smoke, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Sure enough, the people in the Black Organization can no longer hold back." He hung up the phone, turned to look at Conan beside him, and said lightly: "Look, isn't it coming? The organization's reaction is really fast."

Conan was shocked when he heard this: "Uncle, are you going to deal with them? I'll go with you!"

Mao Li shook his head and said firmly: "No. This time is different. The methods of the Black Organization are not something you can deal with. You stay here and protect Xiaolan and the others."

"I can help!" Conan said eagerly, but before he could finish his words, Maori kicked him in the knee and knocked him down on the sofa. Conan wanted to struggle, but Maori tapped him lightly on the back of his head, causing him to faint.

"This kid is really a repeat offender, causing trouble every time."

Maori shook his head helplessly, then turned to Xiaolan and Sonoko and said, "Conan is in your hands now. Protect him. I have to go to the scene."

Xiaolan asked hurriedly: "Dad, are you going alone? It's too dangerous!"