Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 151 please me

At four o'clock in the morning on July [-], all FBI personnel in Tokyo were killed.

There are two types of fatal injuries, external injuries and internal injuries.

The trauma was caused by a [-]-centimeter sharp blade. Dozens of people died. The wounds were on the neck and heart.

According to the traces in the museum and the reconstruction of the crime scene, these people were alone when their mouths and noses were covered from behind, and they were fatally struck with a single blow. There was a high probability that they would not make any effective sound to wake up their colleagues until they died.

Internal injuries were diverse. The most common fatal injuries were caused by needles. The cause of death was venous air embolism. Some of the deceased had anesthetic drugs in their systems.

From the beginning to the end, no staff outside the FBI noticed anything unusual, not even that the phone line was cut off.

It wasn't until dawn that there was a huge uproar.

On July [-], at [-] pm, the second batch of FBI came to support.

All FBI investigators within Tokyo were killed again.

The fatal injury was a gunshot wound, caused by a sniper rifle.

Sniper rifles rang out loudly, like roaring salutes, and the scene was as lively as a festival. The Tokyo police, government officials, media and people at the scene also fit the festive atmosphere and danced happily.

They seemed to be dancing some ancient tribal dance, the kind of dance that needed to be performed around a bonfire. Unfortunately, there was no bonfire at the scene, so they could only crawl away from the scene.

Mirai Ichijo was not happy about the lively atmosphere of the festival. He did not enjoy it with the people. On the contrary, he felt a little sad and said, "It's so noisy."

The best way to hate a song is to set that song as an alarm clock and spend time with yourself day and night every day.The best way to dislike a sound is to listen to it for several days and nights at a time, leaving your ears in an infinite cycle of "first hearing, not getting used to it" and "numbness".

Simple painkillers can mask the pain in your eardrums and shoulders.

Not long after, the sound of sniper shots came again, attacking the entire Tokyo like a nightmare, leaving Tokyo citizens and residents of nearby urban areas in panic.

The equally panicked organization quickly learned the unfortunate news from the news.

Mirai Ichijo did not lie. In the report with Gin, he asked rhetorically: "Are you satisfied?"

He said seriously, "You are being tough, I don't believe it."

Gin replied: "Don't go too far."

A very feeble answer, and he announced to his boss cordially, "The company's finances are tight recently, so everyone's salary will be reduced first, and we can go through a difficult time together and then raise it back, okay?" ', the subordinates responded 'OK'.

Pale and weak.

Even more weakly, Gin added: "Tokyo is in chaos right now."

Tokyo is now polarized and everyone knows there is a devil crawling out of hell.

Most of the black personnel, white personnel, or ordinary residents who did not participate in camp confrontations and camp trading activities were just kicking their legs and pretending to be dead, very well behaved.

But a very small number of people started to party instead.

Under the leadership of Mirai Ichijo, shooting cases have occurred frequently in Tokyo recently.

And none of it was done by members of the organization.

Gin never thought that one day, he would actually bother to quell the unrest in Tokyo.

The police are calming down openly, while the organization is calming down secretly.

They are all desperate.

"Huh? The police are responsible for representing the daytime outside, and the organization is responsible for representing the darkness of the black world," Mirai Ichichi said casually, "Am I not responsible for the dusk between day and night?"

He said slowly: "Responsible for finding things for you to do."

After the words fell, the phone fell silent.

But a solemn warning for the future: “Don’t curse your colleagues.”

"..." Gin calmly took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and said in a deep voice, "Tokyo is not New York. The tone of the two cities is different."

Every city is different. Some cities are more prosperous in trade, and some are more prosperous in intrigues. For different cities, organizations have different plans.No matter what the original plan was for Tokyo, it never included the idea of ​​becoming a city of the same type as New York.

He said: "Are you going too extreme?"

Ichijo Mirai noticed something and thought about it in hindsight: Is Gin not very good at cursing?
But, "What did you say?"

"Aren't we the mafia?" Future understands the principles, but understands the emotions better, but he is still a little confused, "What did you just say?"

"In what capacity did you say such a thing?"

He strictly interrogated his boss, "Do you want to betray the organization?!"

This tone is too police!Too ordinary people!It’s so FBI!

Definitely not the tone of a black character!

Gin: "You know what I'm talking about."

Mirai Ichijo: "Oh."

He no longer spoke rubbish about the mentality of his superiors, temporarily stopped losing his temper, and said sincerely: "But this is a task assigned to me by the organization."

"——Teach the FBI a lesson to keep its tail between its legs."

"The organization has left the novice stage. Unlike most terrorist organizations that need to create all kinds of chaos, what is needed is stability. Only when the city is stable can you be profitable," he said lightly, "You have many targets. They are all non-ordinary people like the president and some powerful technical personnel."

"These are all using stable cities as soil to thrive and reproduce."

When an organization grows to this point, there is no such thing as black and white, official or unofficial.

Because it is by no means pure black or pure white, but grey, nor is it purely official or purely unofficial, but a contradictory body in which official and unofficial can cooperate closely or quietly.

But, "It has nothing to do with me."

A future patiently repeats: "He, I, Wu, Guan."

Gin seemed to want to say something, but Ichijo Mirai didn't give him a chance and continued smoothly, "Do you really think that I would care about the so-called mother and the so-called revenge?"

"Do you really think that the organization has bound me and I will only be a member of the organization from now on?"

"'The organization knows everything about me. Once I leave the organization and hold the evidence of my crime, I will have no place in the world and cannot return to the bright world, so I can only serve the organization.' Someone in the organization thinks so. Bar."

He asked: "Do you think I care about the so-called light or not, whether I am wanted or not, whether I need to deal with pursuing soldiers or not, whether I need to deal with pursuing soldiers or not?"

of course not.

Mirai Ichijo is an out-and-out lunatic.

One day he was happy, and on a whim, he called to report, 'Hi, good morning, it's a sunny day, and I plan to bomb Tokyo! ’, it’s all reasonable.

Gin is silent.

"If you want me to join the organization, you have to show some sincerity, right?"

Mirai Ichijo was talking to Gin, but he was not talking to Gin, but to the leader of the organization.

"Always pretending to be forced by threats will give me the illusion that I am going to the sea, and I have to resist appropriately," he said lightly, "Once or twice is okay, but it is a bit boring to keep doing this."

"The third batch of FBI will be wiped out in three days. As for whether there will be a fourth, fifth, or sixth batch..."

Mirai Ichijo smiled and said without saying anything more, "Dear leader,"

"Three days, I'll give you three days,"

"Pleasure me."

　＊'Please me' is a joke, but I feel like very few people know about it...

　　*FBI: You are noble and awesome!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)