Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

"After all, it's the order from above, and there's nothing I can do about it."

At this point, Toshiro Odagiri said, "But in the shooting incident that occurred at the third traffic light intersection in front of Beika Station almost a week ago, there were also traces of an accidental perpetrator in this case... But unlike before, all the surveillance footage has disappeared, and we can only get relevant information from eyewitnesses at the scene."

On the day they killed Shuichi Akai, Gin and Vodka hacked into all the security cameras at that intersection.

After the incident, Vodka, as instructed by Gin, deleted all the recordings.

Gin did this partly to cause trouble for the FBI, and partly to reduce the FBI's awareness of Cointreau's abilities. After all, who knows how many more people he'll kill later—the less the FBI knows about Cointreau's abilities before that happens, the better.

“The killer has always acted brazenly in front of us, and he doesn’t care at all about his murders being exposed to the police or the public.”

"The reason for this cover-up might be that the victim was someone special, but it's also possible that... the killer has changed."

Hayashi Yoshiki's words made Odagiri Toshiro ponder.

"Has the deceased been identified? And what about the gunman on the motorcycle at the scene? If we can catch him..."

"We are still investigating, and as for the identities of the deceased... there is indeed one deceased whose case is rather unusual."

Although Shuichi Akai's body was burned to a crisp by the flames, many passersby witnessed him drawing his gun before he died, and there were indeed burnt guns beside him after his death.

As for the FBI's identification and other documents, they were burned.

The police may have already confirmed his identity, but they wouldn't be kind enough to inform the FBI—Judy and her team had actually sneaked into Japan without prior notification or application.

I will let you know as soon as there is any progress.

"Ok."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the dimly lit room, James Black sat alone in front of his computer.

After opening his email, he clicked on the secret email he had just received, which contained a video.

Video footage from the third traffic light intersection in front of Mihana Station six days ago —

From Shuichi Akai's appearance to his attack, subsequent involvement in the explosion, and his accidental death... everything was faithfully recorded by surveillance cameras.

After watching the video, James Black adjusted his glasses.

It's nerve-wracking.

Shuichi Akai actually died.

At that moment, James's phone lit up. The anonymous user who had sent him the video had sent him another text message: "So what are you going to do?"

James Black: [Shuichi Akai's death certainly caught me off guard, but it also presents an opportunity.]

Anonymous: [You're so confident.]

James Black: [Who planned this accident?]

Anonymous: [To know this, you currently lack the resources and chips offered.]

The reply from the other end displeased James, and a shadow fell over his eyes behind his glasses. He quickly responded.

James Black: [Don't forget that you regained all of this with my help!]

Anonymous: [Of course, that's why I gave you this video. You know, even the police couldn't get their hands on this.]

Anonymous: [We're just getting what we need.]

"..."

James lost interest in continuing the conversation.

As the head of the FBI in Japan, James Black wields far more power than he appears to outside. In the original work, any action against the Black Organization was always a life-or-death struggle between Shuichi Akai and Jodie, but if the Black Organization were to be brought down, James Black, as the head of the local FBI, would have complete control over the distribution of the spoils of victory.

This includes, but is not limited to, the secret of APTX4869, and the true identities of Conan Edogawa and Ai Haibara...

Shuichi Akai's death meant that James lost a great hand.

But the advantage is also obvious—no one will be secretly wary of him anymore.

James Black was well aware of Shuichi Akai's distrust of him, which is why he always acted alone in all his actions. What was troublesome was that the many FBI agents who had come to Japan with him had always admired Shuichi Akai.

"An accident that could kill Akai..."

Recalling the unbelievable scene he saw in the surveillance footage, and the equally incredible incident in the bus robbery case that Judy and Shuichi Akai had jointly reported a while ago, James decided to investigate in this direction first.

Chapter 357: Rum's Intelligence

"Let me tell you."

"I was furious when I thought about how Ireland dared to betray his comrades like that! After breaking his limbs, I didn't even need to aim before blowing his head off!"

In the bar, Chianti vividly recounted the scene of killing Ireland.

She talked incessantly, recounting her inner thoughts, her incredulous reaction when Ireland was shot, and the horrific sight of his limbs being broken.

Cohen then seized the opportunity to speak: "So your gun wasn't faster than mine. I killed him first because I aimed carefully at his head and fired decisively."

"Bullshit!"

Chianti was instantly furious.

She was furious at Cohen's matter-of-fact expression and shouted, "My seat was better for aiming than yours, and my gun protruded more! My bullet must have been faster!"

"I killed him."

Cohen didn't argue with her at all. He didn't even look at Chianti, but instead looked at Hayashi Yoshiki and explained the point seriously.

Lin Jiashu, holding a bottle of beer, looked at the two of them and said, "Maybe you both fired at the same time?"

"No, I clearly heard my gun fire first!"

Chianti said, glancing at Vodka, "Hey, Vodka, you heard that too, right?"

"...I was so focused on flying the helicopter, how could I have noticed?" Vodka was a little flustered, then added, "Besides, aren't all your target practice sessions pretty much the same? There's no need to argue about it now, is there?"

"Of course it's necessary."

Cohen answered.

Although they reached a consensus on this point, this was the first time Chianti had ever felt that his partner was so annoying.

In the end, the two were unable to reach a conclusion.

"That Irish guy, we actually thought he was a decent guy! Damn it, what a scoundrel!"

Tequila sat next to Lin Jiashu like a wall. He clinked beer bottles with Lin Jiashu and then drank them all in one gulp.

Lin Jiashu also finished the remaining half bottle.

"Are you sure Ireland's backup plans have all been dealt with?" Gin asked.

"Of course, I will not allow any unstable factors that threaten my identity to exist."

That would be best.

What Gin didn't say was that he had been keeping a close eye on Yoshiki's safety these past two days.

—If Cointreau accidentally overlooks any of Ireland's backup plans, and ends up being targeted by the police or public security, rescuing him will definitely be a troublesome matter.

"Now, there shouldn't be anyone else who knows my identity, right?"

"Besides that woman, there's only the BOSS and Rum."

"...Rum, I always feel that this codename has an unusually high presence."

"Humph."

Gin always seemed a little unhappy when he was mentioned.

Would you mind letting me get to know him?

What do you want to do?

“He knew who I was, but I knew nothing about him… This made me feel a little insecure.”

"It doesn't matter. That guy is unreliable, he's only good at dealing with the FBI."

That's all Gin said.

Rum's codename was inherited from his father, making him a true second-generation member of the Black Organization.

But 17 years ago, Rum was not the organization's second-in-command; he even had to personally handle the Amanda Hughes and Haneda Koji cases.

However, with Rum's several outstanding performances, he gradually gained power in the intelligence group and obtained valuable intelligence in several important operations, eventually becoming the organization's second-in-command.

Lin Jiashu was a little bothered by the statement that "he only has a knack for dealing with the FBI".

Unfortunately, Gin is not the kind of person who is good at answering questions.

Lin Jiashu glanced at the time.

Around 10:30, he got up to leave the bar.

As always, don't drink and drive.

Just as Lin Jiashu was waiting for a taxi, a yellow sports car drove up to him.

As the car window rolled down, Lin Jiashu saw a beautiful and radiant face.

"Shall we get on the bus?"

Vermouth extended the invitation.

Lin Jiashu opened the car door and got in.

"I'm really lucky."

"I never expected that you would go to a party and drink with a bunch of men before going on a date with me."

"You wouldn't be jealous of Chianti too, would you, Miss Vermouth?"

Lin Jiashu smiled.

Vermouth almost burst out laughing when she heard this.

The car started and sped forward.

“This time you owe me a favor, Vermouth.”

"How to say?"

Lin Jiashu took out his phone and played a recording.

[Hmph...that woman's position within the organization is so special...]

I plan to take revenge...

Come on, Cointreau, let's join forces and kill Vermouth...!

Ireland's hateful tone is crystal clear in the recording.

Vermouth listened with a smile on her face.

"So how do you want me to thank you?"

"I need information about Rum."

"Rum?"

“Gin just said something very interesting that caught my attention: ‘Rum only has a knack for dealing with the FBI,’ which really intrigued me.”

"..."

Vermouth paused for a moment.

Based on her experience, that is indeed the case.

She had been active in the United States as a big star, and since the United States is the headquarters of the FBI, Vermouth was bound to be targeted by the FBI there... Basically, Rum would help her cover up or provide her with some information at this time.

Lin Jiashu's words reminded her of the FBI agent, Judy Sterling, whom she had met at the Halloween event during the full moon not long ago.

The reason Vermouth went to kill Judy's parents and set fire to the house was because Rum received information and reported that Judy's father, as an FBI agent, had conducted an in-depth investigation of the organization and obtained a large amount of important information.

At the time, the organization was completely unaware of this.

Then, when Vermouth came to silence him, Judy's father was extremely careless about his own safety—he obtained important information about the dangerous organization, but brazenly brought it home without any precautions, putting his wife and daughter in danger. From this point of view, Judy's father was indeed too careless.

Vermouth revealed all the information she knew.

As they approached a red light, she rested one arm on the car window, propping her pretty face up as she leisurely observed Lin Jiashu:

"What do you want to do after you know these things?"