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She casually introduced the code-named cadres around her: "You probably already guessed which organization we are, but it doesn't matter, we probably won't exist anymore."

She was so unscrupulous.

Many people felt a pang of unease, which only proved the group's determination.

really....

"so....."

The woman, with her arrogant and unrestrained demeanor, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled: "Hand over what you obtained from that world!"

Hand it over?

How could I possibly accept this?

"Let's talk this out. You're just doing someone else's job, why be so ruthless?"

"Five million isn't enough? I'll give you a hundred million, and I can even reassign you a new identity. No one will ever be able to find you."

A group of important figures panicked.

But most people looked just like the ordinary people there, completely bewildered.

"What are you talking about, that world?"

He looked at me like, "What are you talking about?"

Even top-tier celebrities like Wakaba Mutsu's mother couldn't match their acting skills at this moment.

but......

"Quiet!"

The woman narrowed her eyes.

"I said quiet!!!"

The woman slammed the microphone to the ground, and the black-suited men standing at key points all cocked their submachine guns.

Even worse, someone pushed out two machine guns from a high place, and not just any machine guns, but heavy machine guns with a full 14.7 mm diameter.

It appears to be an armor-piercing projectile.

This immediately calmed down some of the restless martial artists in the crowd, who stood obediently and listened to whatever they were told.

Under the muzzles of guns and pairs of cold eyes.

It was quite effective; everyone immediately quieted down.

Even Eriri, who wanted to cry, covered her mouth tightly, afraid to make a sound.

Why am I so unlucky?

Mingming went out to sea with her mother for the first time in several years to relax and relieve the frustration from playing games.

The platform above.

"Yes, that's more like it!"

The woman nodded in satisfaction: "One should have respect for those who hold one's life in their hands."

With a wave of his hand, a winery cadre handed over a list: "I'll read it out one by one. You hand it over yourselves. You can get the items later."

"With your power, it wouldn't be difficult to get more, but if you lose your life, you'll truly have nothing."

She glanced at the people below and tossed them to the refined young man codenamed Tequila to the side.

"Go ahead and read it... It's so boring."

The woman stretched, snatched a semi-automatic rifle from one of her subordinates, and ran to the edge of the deck to hunt fish.

Ta-ta-ta, and soon a pile of dead sea fish floated to the surface.

When he ran out of ammo, he asked his men for more magazines.

This time they used their submarines, along with heavy machine guns and even Cobra combat helicopters on standby.

Honestly, even the equipment of the Federal Righteous Forces might not be as good as theirs.

soon.

The important figures whose names were called were pushed forward, and they were calm and composed, displaying considerable poise.

He even calmly stated that he had only come to the ship after hearing the news, hoping to auction off an item or form an alliance with someone.

He was quite sincere and candid; it was obviously genuine.

in the crowd.

Many people looked at him strangely, thinking that he must be a big shot, and his mentality and ability were indeed far beyond those of ordinary people.

The next moment, the composed middle-aged man was shot through the thigh and screamed like a pig being slaughtered, his composure vanishing in an instant.

A person can be magnanimous because of their high position, but physical pain doesn't care who you are.

"Then it seems you're useless too."

The brown-haired woman, codenamed Vodka, lazily pointed her gun at the important man's forehead, just about to pull the trigger.

"Yes, I have it, I have that thing, don't kill me—!"

The scent of death seeped from the cold gun barrel, and the middle-aged man, who had just been calm and composed, screamed in terror. A wet patch quickly spread from his crotch.

“(ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~~”

Vodka curled his lip and put away his revolver: "I thought all big shots were so important~"

(From Conan's "The Traveling Theater Murder Case," Teitan Elementary School, Class 1-C, who once confessed her feelings to Conan.)

Image: "Megumi Ito", Location: "Images/1760397500-100451303-113968044.jpg"

soon.

The man, pale-faced and trembling, dug around behind his back for a long time before finally pulling out a red gem.

Vodka's expression changed drastically, and he took several steps back, gesturing for his men to retrieve it.

The expressions on the faces of the other people looking at that important figure also changed, becoming quite complex.

What a simple and honest way to hide.

However, it is indeed hard for anyone to imagine that a big shot would do such a thing.

And... all these robbers making such a big fuss, just for that item leaked from the game?

Many ordinary people (middle class) present silently made up their minds to play that game to the bone.

Ordinary people aren't stupid; they just have a different level of information than the powerful.

"Next up, Hakuki Hoshio."

"Next...."

One after another, important figures were brought to the front. No matter how well-dressed and composed they appeared, in the face of real death, they were less capable than ordinary people.

After all, they really enjoy their lives and want to live another ten thousand years.

Up to the seventh one.

The jeweler, who was led to the front and was in his fifties, realized something and frantically tried to rush towards Nogi Hideki in the crowd.

"It's you, you bastard! I've only ever been in contact with you. You claimed to have a magic book, just to lure me into exchanging it with you?"

Everyone's gaze changed.

Nogi Hideki, standing in the crowd, was too lazy to pretend anymore.

The fear vanished, and the shrunken body straightened up, growing much taller. With an innocent smile, he stepped forward and stood on the opposite side.

"I had no choice. The gun was pointed at my head. What could I do?"

The truth came out.

"Don't you yearn for the power that he has shown? The power that truly belongs to you?"

From now on, I won't have to be so careful when I go out. The world is so big, I can go anywhere.

This is true freedom.

"Everyone, just hand it over. We were already integrating resources anyway, so this is how we integrate them, isn't it?"

Nogi Hideki offered this advice.

The important person almost cursed.

So you're integrating it into your hands?

but.....

All their desires were based on their survival. After they actually killed a powerful figure who was still clinging to hope, everyone obediently handed over their possessions.

As for ordinary people... of course they'll just watch the show and have some fun.

After so long, they gradually realized that it seemed... to have nothing to do with them?

At last.

Everything was stored in the silver briefcase in the hands of the refined young man.

"So, the boss's wish will probably come true then?"

Vodka Ito Megumi lazily stretched.

"yes....."

The refined-looking young man, codenamed Kiel, smiled and pointed a gun at her head: "Sorry, I'm a police officer."

Simultaneously.

At least a quarter of the men in black present turned their guns on their companions.

Amidst the sound of hurried footsteps, uniformed police officers kicked open the hatches and rushed out from all directions.

A dark-skinned middle-aged man stepped forward: "Put down your gun. I am Toru Yasuro, Superintendent of Public Security of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Immediately give up resistance, put down your gun, and surrender on the spot."

The number of Japanese police officers who appeared with him was small, but they managed to put the remaining men in black in a pincer movement from both the front and rear.

The number of people was small, but with the defector in black, they were truly a force to be reckoned with.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

But before they could feel at ease...

A cold gun barrel was pointed at the back of Ito Megumi's head. He snatched the suitcase away, and his honest voice turned icy cold.

"I'm sorry, but MI6 does not agree."

Volume 1: Chapter 73 Conan Victims Gathering!

It is the tall, mixed-race man codenamed Tequila, Justin Gosen.

He had shed his憨憨 (simple and honest) appearance, now holding a revolver, his eyes filled with coldness.

Image: "Justin Gosling and his mom", Location: "Images/1760416785-100451303-113968694.jpg"

Simultaneously.

Of the remaining three-quarters, a small group turned their guns around, and seven or eight of them produced FBI credentials.

Even two of the machine guns mounted high up were turned around.

They stared indifferently at the Japanese police.

"Let us go? Do you want to cause a diplomatic incident?"

woc.

Everyone present almost forgot that they were just unlucky guys; their eyes widened in astonishment.

Good heavens, there are actually two groups of traitors among this group of terrorists?

"This is Neon."

"This was emphasized by Amuro Tooru, the middle-aged man who was the head of the Japanese Public Security Bureau."