Fangzheng had been living a comfortable life during this period, but for some people in Black Man, it was... hard.
For example, Gin...
That day, he suffered a great loss. Fangzheng shot through his shoulder, and even his beloved car exploded. He lay in the cold river for several hours, and when he came back, he had a high fever that didn't subside. It took him a few months to recover — if he hadn't gotten up, Vodka had even found a grave for him.
Belmond wasn't much better off. Although the medical technology of this era was advanced, and Fangzheng's technique was professional, and he even reattached the severed ear, but... she had never been humiliated like this in all her years!
Anger, incomparable anger!
Gin, Belmond, and Vodka wanted nothing more than to catch that bastard and swallow his flesh and blood alive.
But as influential figures in the organization, they were still intelligent. After their anger subsided, they immediately began to investigate. Who the hell was that bastard!
First of all, Gin and the others were sure that the other party was definitely not a government organization like the FBI. After all, they had played games with these organizations many times before. To put it bluntly, they were actually quite "righteous". Organizations like the FBI and the MI6 would not attack them in public, and they would not attack them in public either.
For example, when Gin Wine went undercover, he would find a warehouse or sneak into someone's house. He didn't carry a submachine gun on the street and start shooting like in Hollywood shooters.
To put it bluntly, they couldn't create too much social panic. Otherwise, if the higher-ups of the government were alarmed, they would no longer play this game with you in private. If they really conducted a comprehensive investigation, it would obviously be disadvantageous to an organization that hid in the dark and wanted nothing more than to keep its whereabouts a secret.
But the other party was different. That day, the three of them thought that it would be over after they escaped, but they didn't expect that the guy behind them would pursue them relentlessly as if he had a grudge against them. He even launched an RPG on the street — Damn, this isn't a criminal organization, this is a terrorist!
It didn't take long for Gin and the others to receive news from the organization's undercover agent in the FBI that the FBI was also paying attention to this matter. The reason was very simple. When they were being tracked that day, the RPG used by the other party seemed to be the same weapon used by the terrorists in the recent series of terrorist incidents in the United States. So, the FBI secretly sent people to Japan to investigate.
After hearing the news, Gin and the others were speechless.
They, of course, knew about the terrorist organization that called itself the "Messengers of Peace". Although they were surprised that the terrorist organization dared to openly challenge the United States, they had always thought that they had nothing to do with the organization. After all, everyone minded their own business …. But what was going on?
Were these lunatics targeting their organization?
This was terrible!!
Although criminals and terrorists are both "bad guys", the two sides are not the same. For example, the Black Man organization that Qin Jiu and the others belong to is secretive, and all their actions are confidential. They are afraid of being seen, so everything is hidden in the shadows.
But the terrorists weren't afraid. They didn't keep their operations secret at all. They would flip the table as soon as they showed up. I don't care how you play under the table, I'll chop you all into pieces with one slash of my sword.
So, Gin and Vodka had no choice but to not return to Tokyo for the time being. Otherwise, who knew what would happen if another wave of terrorists came? They were lucky last time, but they might not be so lucky next time. But even so, they did not relax their surveillance and investigation of Tokyo. Of course, they also had to find the members of the "Messengers of Peace" to investigate, and this task naturally fell on Belmond, who was an expert in disguise.
Belmond was certainly not willing to go. She already knew that she was no match for the other party when they fought earlier, but Gin had a good reason. She tried to shoot the other party first, which aroused the other party's killing intent. If this turned into a conflict between two forces, it would be troublesome. If that person was really a member of the "Messengers of Peace", then it would be tantamount to forming a grudge for the organization. If she didn't want to make amends for her mistakes, then don't blame the organization for throwing away a pawn to protect a car.
After all, their organization still had "proper business" to do. They couldn't be entangled with a terrorist organization every day.
So, Belmond had no choice but to accept it. She had been in the organization for so long, so she naturally knew that the organization would do anything to keep its secrets. Belmond knew better than anyone what would happen to her if the Lord found out that she had actually gone against a crazy terrorist organization that dared to go to war with the United States.
If this kind of lunatic went against the organization, it wouldn't care about the government or the social impact. It might just drive a truck to your research institute and blow up the traffic in the entire city …. It's not like they couldn't do such a thing.
From a certain point of view, Belmond's guess was not wrong. In fact, Fangzheng did have a plan B. If he could not find the nest of the Black Man through the regular channels, he would hijack an American nuclear submarine and threaten the world that if he did not find the Black Man, he would drop a nuclear bomb.
Fangzheng believed that the Black Man would have to show up even if they didn't want to. Otherwise, they would just have to wait to play Radiation 96 on the wasteland.
As for now ….
"Why do I have to take you to the swimming pool and take a bus?"
Fangzheng sat on a chair speechlessly and complained to Grieving in a low voice.
"I can't help it. Dr. Agashi has a cold."
"Isn't it the same if I drive?"
"Didn't you take your car for maintenance?"
Grieving complained again.
"I can call a taxi."
"A taxi can't fit so many people. What's wrong with taking a bus occasionally? It's not far."
Grieving looked at Fangzheng speechlessly. The latter shook his head.
"That's why I said you don't understand. You can't be too careful when you go out with that kid."
"You mean Edogawa …."
Grieving poked her head out and glanced at Conan, who was sitting in the seat next to her and talking to Bu Mei.
"That's right. If you go out with him and drive your own car, at least everything will go smoothly. At most, the car will break down. But if you take a tram, a bus, or a ship …. You don't know what will happen. "
"You're being too alarmist."
Hearing this, Grieving furrowed her brows.
"That Kindaichi we met before, he was fine on the plane. And when we returned to Japan, we took the same plane. Isn't he fine too?"
"It's bad enough that something happened once. How many times do you want it to happen? According to what you said, the Japanese are probably all dead by now. "
Fangzheng rolled his eyes.
"I heard that Conan hasn't encountered any cases recently, so I'm worried. You see, it's like building up a big move. It takes time to gather energy, but when it's full, it'll be the big move …."
"Then you better pray that he hasn't accumulated enough energy by now."
Grieving, Grieving started flipping through the magazine in her hand again.
At the same time, the bus stopped. A group of passengers got off the bus, and some people got on the bus. But at that moment ….
Suddenly, Fangzheng noticed that Grieving's face had turned pale and her whole body was trembling.
"What's wrong?"
"Yes, they're here!"
Replied Grieving in a low voice in response to Fangzheng's question. At the same time, she pulled up her hood to cover her face.
"I can feel it. It's the smell of the organization. It's like a demon …."
Oh, I didn't expect you to be a human radar.
Seeing Grieving's frightened look, Fangzheng chuckled and reached out to hold the girl's head.
"Don't be afraid. It's not a big deal. I'm still here. I'd like to see which idiot dares to show his face in front of me. I'll kill him."
"Ah …. Hmm …."
Feeling the heat coming from above her head, Grieving's trembling body gradually calmed down. The fear she felt when she sensed the presence of a member of the organization also gradually dissipated. She thought about it carefully. The man beside her was someone who chased Gin, Vodka, and Belmond all over the streets. What was there for her to be afraid of?
Thinking of this, Grieving suddenly felt that she was not so afraid anymore.
"Can you feel whose aura it is now?"
Seeing that Grieving had calmed down, Fangzheng asked in a low voice. Grieving shook her head.
"No …. I can only feel that he's in the car. He's in the car, but I don't know who he is …."
"It's like a silent fart in an elevator. It's hard to find the owner, right?"
"Uh …. Yes."
Hearing this analogy, Grieving was completely speechless.
"Don't worry. He'd better not cause trouble here. If he does, I'll definitely kill him."
"It's better not to cause a commotion in front of others."
Hearing Fangzheng's confident tone, Grieving felt a lot more relaxed.
"After all, you still have so many children to take care of."
"That's why I told you, Kudo is a jinx …."
While Fangzheng and Grieving were chatting, Bu Mei, who was sitting on the opposite chair, suddenly raised her hand happily. She looked at a person who had just walked into the car and shouted.
"Ah, a new doctor!"
"A new doctor?"
Hearing Bu Mei's shout, Genta and Mitsuhiko also raised their heads and smiled. At that moment, Fangzheng saw a man in a green coat and glasses walking over. He looked a little weak. When he saw Bu Mei and the other children, he immediately smiled.
"You're in this car too."
"Yes, thank you for the internal medicine examination a few days ago, teacher!"
Mitsuhiko replied politely. Genta, on the other hand, looked at the blonde girl standing behind the man who was called the new doctor.
"So the teacher has a date today."
"Hahaha, of course. You've misunderstood."
The new doctor hurriedly waved his hand with a wry smile.
"This is my teacher at Didan High School."
“HELLO~！”
Soon, the blonde woman walked over with a smile and greeted the little ones.
"My name is Judy. Oh, cool!
Kid, we meet again! "
In the end, the blonde woman also specially greeted Conan.
"You know each other?"
At this moment, Fangzheng turned his head and asked Conan. Conan nodded.
"Yes, the new doctor came to our school a few days ago to do a physical examination for us. Miss Judy is a teacher in Sister Lan's class. We met in the game hall before …."
"Because of the case, right?"
"… How did you know?"
"I just guessed."
The two people who had finished greeting each other sat in the chairs in front of Fangzheng and Xiao Ai. At that moment, Genta pointed forward curiously.
"Hey, look at the front. Those two are so strange. They're on the bus in ski suits. How interesting."
"Huh?"
Hearing this,
Fangzheng raised his head and looked forward. He saw two men wearing ski hats and ski suits, who wrapped themselves up tightly, getting on the bus.
"Don't they feel hot?"
"He must be so impatient to go skiing that he can't wait."
At this time, Mitsuhiko and Ayumi also said with a smile. However, the next moment, they saw one of the men suddenly open the zipper of a ski bag that looked like it was used to store a sled. Then, he took out a pistol and aimed it at the back!
"Don't make a sound! Don't blame me for being ruthless if anyone dares to make a noise! "
At the same time, his accomplice also took out a pistol and pointed it at the driver's head!
"Huh?!"
Seeing this sudden scene, everyone on the bus was shocked. Fangzheng silently glanced at the equally shocked Xiao Ai next to him.
See, what did I say?
(End of this chapter)
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