Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 338 Dark Knight.
In the forest on a snowy night.

"Shinichi, we won't run into someone from the Black Organization here at Mr. Itakura's villa, right?" As the car drove out of Tokyo, Dr. Agasa became more and more worried.

"Don't worry, judging from Itakura Taku's diary, the organization won't hire anyone to monitor him." Conan sat in the co-pilot seat, wearing headphones and listening to the news program.

Itakura Taku's obsessive-compulsive disorder is very serious, and if we continue to monitor him, we don't know what he will do.

The most important thing now is to see when the Black Organization will receive news of Itakura Taku's death.

"Well, what did the news say?"

The doctor was always worried.

Next time something like this happens, don't let an old man like me intervene. You young people should deal with it yourselves...

"No, it seems that what happened in the Rice Flower Restaurant has not been spread out yet. What people are discussing now are a few jewelry thieves." Conan said, thinking secretly in his heart.

What makes people most curious now is that sentence.

We are both God and the devil, because we want to reverse the flow of time and bring the dead back to life...

……

Lin Feng has already found his motorcycle in the bushes. It is easy to hide.

"How many targets are there tonight?"

The repairman adjusted the voice-changing mask and asked the person on the other end of the phone.

"Twenty-six. I have already planned the route." Hiroki's voice sounded.

This AI is very busy tonight.

"Since you have confirmed their identities, I won't waste my time talking to them." The repairman rode his motorcycle towards a small apartment in Sanchome...

Yasuhiro Ohba, male, 22 years old, unemployed, joined an illegal organization after high school, had good skills and was highly regarded, but he inexplicably quit the organization a few months ago and hid his tracks.

The young man sat in front of the computer, looking at the pistol and dagger on the table with a smile on his face.

It doesn’t matter whether you make money or not, it is still very tempting to become a professional killer.

That’s right, the reason why he quit that small organization was because he found his next employer.

An extremely powerful international criminal organization!

There are even professional killer teachers in charge of the classes!

Of course, although I don’t care about money, the other party is still very generous and I can order delivery service from high-end restaurants every day.

"Boom boom boom!"

Hearing the knock on the door, Yasuhiro Ohba stopped surfing the Internet, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Why did you come so quickly today?"

After unlocking the door, he turned around and pulled out two bills from his wallet on top of the shoe cabinet.

"Give!"

Turning around again, Yasuhiro Ohba stopped extending his hand and looked at the man in black in front of him with astonishment.

What is this stuff?
Where's my sushi???
"Thank you for your patronage." The man in black said in a cold voice. He naturally took the two banknotes from his hand and put them in his pocket.

"I……!"

Ohba Yasuhiro's eyes widened.

A psychopath actually broke into the home of a would-be killer like me?

"Have you thought of your code name yet?"

In the dim entrance, a strong hand pinched his mouth and nose through a leather glove, and with a bang, smashed the back of his head against the wall, asking a question.

The question is asked.

However, judging from the strength of his hands, the other party did not seem to want to hear the answer.

"Who should I notify to handle this?"

After the target was knocked unconscious and his limbs were broken, Hiroki's voice was heard.

"Let's notify the police and send the address to Amuro." Lin Feng did not forget to close the door before leaving.

The police naturally have a way to get in.

In comparison, the FBI does not have as much freedom of action.

"I understand. However, now Gin is starting to suspect there's a traitor." Hiroki immediately sent a message through a virtual number and said with a smile.

The Black Organization has a large number of members, from high to low positions, but there are also many traitors. "I forgot one thing!"

When Lin Feng heard Hongshu shout, he couldn't help but stop the motorcycle on the side of the road.

What will this artificial intelligence forget?
"I forgot to tell you, there were actually twenty-seven targets in total." Hiroki said.

"Has someone been removed by you?" Lin Feng could probably guess why.

"Yes, he is a member of the Public Security Bureau, just like Toru Amuro. He spent a lot of effort to become a grassroots member of the organization responsible for collecting intelligence. When I was planning the route before, I directly excluded him."

As expected, it was another undercover agent.

If he were the only grassroots staff member left, something unexpected might happen.

"Don't worry about him. Let Touzi worry about his own headache."

Lin Feng drove towards the next target.

With Noah's Ark here, it doesn't matter if there are more or less undercover agents. Break their legs and throw them to Touzi to defraud some money...

……

A dark and windy night is a good time to work.

A blond, dark-skinned waiter is working part-time in a bar today, probably trying to learn how to mix cocktails?

"Ding!"

The prompt sounded, and Toru Amuro smiled at the two ladies next to the bar, turned around and checked his phone.

The two women were a little drunk, and the looks they gave him were not innocent.

【Yukaka-cho 3-chome...】

The signature is:
Dark Knight.
"What do you mean?"

Toru Amuro wiped the wine cabinet with one hand, quickly memorized the content of the text message, and then deleted it.

This working emperor's brain is working like crazy.

This message seemed to be sent by the Dark Knight. There was no specific matter written on it, only an address.

Do you want to make an appointment to meet me?
Ten minutes later.

Touzi rode the small electric scooter parked at the back door of the bar and hit the road. Of course, he did not forget to wear a helmet.

"This is it..."

The electric scooter was parked downstairs of this ordinary-looking two-story apartment building.

"Ding!"

"..."

Another text message.

It’s a new address, and the signature is the same as before.

Touzi watched carefully for a while, and then a piece of wire came out from somewhere and pried open the door of the room with the nameplate "Dachang" written on it.

As soon as the door opened, sobbing sounds were heard from the entrance.

"This is?"

Touzi was startled, pulled the brim of his hat down a little, and quickly went into the room and closed the door.

The young man in front of him looked to be around twenty years old. Judging from his posture, his hands and feet seemed to have serious injuries, most likely broken bones. His jaw was also dislocated, so he was completely unable to make any decent sound.

There was no one else in the apartment.

Toru Amuro gave the closet a quick search and found pistols, bullets, sharp daggers, and even bulletproof vests. There were also a lot of tactical equipment in the closet.

What kind of person is this?
Agent?

terrorist?
"Hey, it's me!"

"Find a car." Touzi paused, looked at the other message he had just received, and added, "It would be best if it was a modified van."

After hanging up the phone.

The blond and dark-skinned waiter squatted down, looked at the young man in front of him, and smiled: "So, who are you?"

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(End of this chapter)