Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

The car drove straight to Kyoto along the highway. Sitting in the driver's seat, Curaçao, who was appointed by Rum, gently opened his function phone and complained about his boss's stinginess before editing the information.

Although smartphones are easier to use, feature phones are more cost-effective. After all, the reason is that the code-named smartphones developed by the organization are too expensive, so they used this standard phone for members more than ten years ago to fool her.

I have decided that when I go back from this mission, I must get rid of that bald guy and find my childhood sweetheart Xiao Si. Anyway, I am looking for my boss. It is definitely better to work under someone I like.

"Bourbon...Giel...and that Kudo Yuji...Why are people from the CIA also on the list of the Japanese police? This Kiel is obviously a newcomer. The CIA sells off the newcomers in its agency without worrying about collective mutiny. Yes."

She felt stuffy in the car because there didn't seem to be enough gasoline, but because the sports car was chasing her, Curacao couldn't drive to the gas station to replenish gasoline, so she had no choice but to step on the accelerator and open the window. Only then did my originally groggy mind become clear.

"Damn it, it's shaky on the highway, there's no way to edit it, ah! The names are all wrong, Yuji Kudo wrote Malanoro!"

Downstairs from the Maori Detective Office in the Mihua Shopping Street, Rum sat in a black luxury car and looked at the garbled code sent to him by Curacao and the words of Malanoro. He frowned and wondered if this was intentional by the woman. Sent.

"Sir, who is this person? He dares to scold you. Tell me and I will deal with him!"

The driver noticed Rum's ugly expression in the rearview mirror at a glance. After he threw the phone in front of him, he glanced at it and was furious.

"Are you so sure that she is scolding me?"

"Of course, even if my hand twitches, I wouldn't dare type it out and send it to you!"

The sports car chased very quickly on the highway, and immediately passed a parking space and was separated from Curacao's car. When he saw the car window slowly lowering, because the other car was a left-hand drive car, the two people faced each other, and they were surprised at the same time. .

"With these pupils, you are Rum!"

"You are Shuichi Akai, aren't you dead?" Curacao reacted immediately, opened his eyes wide and smiled: "So, Belmode and that Spiris are also traitors!"

She held the steering wheel with her left hand and grabbed the phone with her right hand. While looking at the road ahead, she pointed the camera at Akai Shuichi's face and kept pressing the capture button.

"Bring it to you!"

Immediately grabbing Curacao's hand, Akai Shuichi snatched the organization's standard functional machine directly. He looked at this thing that he once owned, shook it in his hand, and pushed the accelerator to the end. Run, leaving Curacao with a trail of smoke.

"Asshole! My phone!"

Without her mobile phone, how could she send the list back to Rum? If the bald man knew that her mobile phone had been taken away by Shuichi Akai, she could change her body and be reincarnated, let alone changing her boss.

"The last message was sent to my boss..."

Because the sent file has been automatically reset by the phone, Shuichi Akai can only determine the recipient of the previous text message based on the first line of the default sender after editing the new file. He puts the phone on his lap, holds the steering wheel with both hands, and I briefly thought about it in my head.

According to the rumors in the organization, this woman should be Rum, so the boss will undoubtedly be the boss. However, it is impossible to catch him from a mobile phone. It seems that I can only post something casually to disgust him a little, which is considered as my own. A little revenge for the sins I have suffered for a while...

The cell phone on the passenger seat started to ring. Rum's driver picked it up and was about to hand it to the back when the bald man called him to stop and told him to take a look first.

"This this!"

God, whose subordinates are these? He thought that Calvados of Belmod was scolding people harshly enough, but he didn't expect someone to be so brave.

"Sir, the person who sent you the message must be an American."

"Where do you start?"

Curacao was indeed the one he met in the United States when he helped the boss travel around the world to find good prospects, but no one in the organization knew her more than two hands. It makes no sense that this young member who just became his driver not long ago would also know. .Rum secretly glanced at the driver's seat with suspicious eyes, his right hand on the pistol at his waist, and his left hand gently patting the side of his leg to judge whether this person was also a good prospect.

"It goes without saying that when it comes to lack of quality, I have never seen anyone more proud than an American. Look at how dirty these words are, I'm embarrassed to read them out."

The driver handed the phone back, and was slapped hard by Rum on the back of his hand. In exchange, he said, "You can show me some useful information after it is sent."

"Oh…"

After wasting a lot of effort, constantly taking shortcuts, and even rushing directly from the highway to the highway below, Curacao finally caught up with Shuichi Akai. Her handsome face was so angry that she took out the pistol directly from her pocket. He fired two shots at the tires of the sports car, then gritted his teeth and said: "Bulletproof tires!"

After hesitating again and again, she looked both ways, and with all her strength, she rammed into Akai Shuichi's sports car. The moment she hit the rear of the sports car, she shifted into gear and directly suspended the two wheels at the back of the sports car. The butt of the car was covered with the engine of her own car. Cover.

“The chassis is so high, it doesn’t even rub against the ground!”

He tilted his head slightly and found that there was no harsh sound from the steel frame rubbing against the asphalt road in front of him. Curacao smacked his mouth and stepped on the brakes, but he did not expect that the steel frame at the rear of Akai Shuichi's car was in contact with his own. The front of the car just hooked.

Looking forward, Curacao saw that he was about to enter a mountainous area with mountain walls on both sides of the road. Curacao's eyes lit up and he made up his mind to find a good position and crash into it, crushing Shuichi Akai.

"Hey! Why are you still driving after the car in front has rear-ended? Stop quickly and let us check the injuries!"

There was a sudden sound of a horn behind him, and Curaçao was surprised to see a mini patrol car through the rearview mirror.

"Tch, this kind of car that's not even full moon yet wants to stop me."

She put the gear into gear and stepped on the accelerator. She was pushing against Shuichi Akai's sports car. As soon as the stopwatch pointer reached 70 mph, it detached from the dial and fell off. She could only roughly judge the speed of the car by the rotation speed.

"Yumi-senpai, she was speeding!"

Miike Naeko, who was sitting in the patrol car, showed the speedometer in her hand to Yumi Miyamoto, which made her furious.

"He dared to drive illegally in front of our Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Traffic Section. This person is so courageous. Call Miwako and ask her to bring someone over!"

"Eh?!"

Seeing the newcomer confused, Miyamoto Yumi explained helplessly: "This is no ordinary rear-end collision. Just in case, it's best to let experienced people like Mazda-kun come and check the car." …”

Before he finished speaking, the collective communication device on the car rang, urgently reporting to all the police officers sitting in the police car.

"Just now, the Tokyo Police Department was blown up by a group of gangsters. The police suffered heavy casualties. The head of the Police Department voluntarily resigned."

Halfway through the play, the voice of the Police Commissioner suddenly popped out from the radio.

"Coax Donis to Marseille!"

"Cough cough!"

It seemed that the broadcaster had snatched the microphone back again: "Anyway, the gangsters fled in a Tottori 599-48-69 car. Please pay attention!"

Looking at the familiar license plate of the car ahead, the patrol car fell silent for a while.

(End of this chapter)