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In Ali's house, Soji Kudo, who was discussing the clues left by the murderer with Conan and Dr. Ali in the study, suddenly received a call from Police Officer Megure.

"Hello? Is that brother Kudo? It's me, Meguro." Officer Meguro's voice on the phone sounded a bit resolute, "It's a bit embarrassing to say, brother Kudo, are you free now? If so If you are free, see if you can come over immediately, there is something to discuss."

Have something to discuss?

Mr. Kudo thought about it for a while, and then he understood immediately: "Is it about the Hunter sniper case? Is there any new progress?"

"Well~ it's like this." Police officer Megure said, "Mr. James of the FBI combined with our police system through their intelligence network, and found out that there are exactly three people in Tokyo who are likely to be contacted by Hunter, so we plan to Let me ask you to come over and discuss it together... Ah, yes, there is no need to call everyone, I only contacted you and Brother Maori, so there is no need for their children to participate in this kind of thing."

"I always feel that Officer Megure, you are alluding to a certain elementary school student with the surname Edogawa~" Souji Kudo heard the subtext in Officer Megure's words, and was amused at the time.

"I don't have it." Officer Megure immediately denied it, and changed the subject abruptly, "Oh, brother Kudo, do you have any idea about that dice?"

"of course not."

Mr. Kudo glanced at Conan, who was beside him with a surprised face, and said into the phone with a silent gesture: "Judging from the clues left by Hunter so far, I can only think that It is counting down the number of kills. After all, the old American man himself said at the last meeting that in addition to Fujinami Hiroaki, Hunter has three must-kill targets. With Fujinami Hiroaki, there are exactly four. Such an inference is the most reasonable. what do you think?"

"I think it should be the same. In short, let's wait until we come here to talk about the rest." Police Officer Megure said.

"Walking on the tongue~"

"..."

……

……

An hour later, in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building.

Although it was not the same time, it was the same meeting room, where the FBI, Japanese police, private detectives, Kanto Reaper, and Rainbow Squad gathered together again.

Police officer Megure, who thought he had already told him on the phone, saw Conan following behind Souji Kudo like a small tail in the meeting room, and couldn't help but squinted his half-moon eyes and complained: "Kudo Brother, didn't I say that you should not let children participate in this kind of thing..."

"I can't help it~" Mr. Kudo, who had already taken the lead to take his seat, spread his hands and pretended to be helpless, "I didn't plan to tell him about this matter. Who told Police Officer Megure to call you?" It was too coincidental that I happened to be at Dr. Ali’s house at the time, and then this guy and his little friends happened to be playing at the doctor’s house too, so...you understand~”

"Hey! You brat!"

Before Police Officer Mu Mu could express his opinion, Uncle Mao Li had already taken the lead, and the distance between the tables could not weaken his unrestrained voice: "I warn you this time is not a joke, since you are here, please Just sit there and listen to me honestly, don't interrupt and talk nonsense, you know?"

"Okay~" Conan put on a cute smiling face, and raised his hands cutely like a real elementary school student.

As for whether it is true or false, this is up for debate.

As the "convener" of the meeting on the bright side, Police Officer Mu Mu cleared his throat when he saw this and said: "Then it is not too late, the meeting will officially start now, Mr. James, please."

After speaking, he nodded to Investigator James next to the writing board, and took the initiative to let go of the position of the host in the middle, while he sat down at the conference table below, putting on a posture of listening attentively.

"learn."

The FBI investigator called "James" is an old man with gray beard and hair. His full name is James Black. He looks about the same age as Dr. Ali, about 50 years old. When he got up from the chair beside the conference table, Most of the people present noticed that the old man was unexpectedly tall, with a height of more than 1.8 meters by visual inspection, and his figure was tall and straight without showing his old age.

I saw James took out three photos from the inner pocket of his jacket suit, stuck them on the clipboard with a magnet and posted them in a row, saying: "These people are screened by our FBI headquarters, and they think that Hunter is very likely to take the initiative. contacts."

Pointing to the first photo from left to right, an old man of his own age who looked quite high and powerful said: "First of all, this is Mark Spencer, who is a consultant to the US military in Japan, although There is no direct connection with Hunter, but considering that Hunter's circle of friends is not extensive, it is not surprising that he would rely on such a person."

"Secondly, Kevin Yoshino." James moved his finger, pointing to a young Asian man with a clean face and an old scar on his forehead on the right side of the photo in the middle, and said, "Ex-Navy Sergeant Sergeant of the Marine Corps, who used to be comrades-in-arms with Hunter on the battlefield in the Middle East, currently runs a military supplies store in Fushen, Japan, and it is said that he smuggled out of the U.S. Army's obsolete products through private special channels for sale."

"Huh?" Souji Kudo raised his eyebrows and let out a faint nasal sound.

"The last is this person." James pointed to the last photo, which is a middle-aged man with a scar on the bridge of the nose, "Scott Green, former US Navy Master Chief, currently taking into account interests and income, working in Machida He ran a motorcycle shop, was a sniper school instructor during the Navy SEAL era, and Hunter was his favorite student."

"……I see."

Police Officer Mumu nodded solemnly with his hands crossed and his chin propped: "Indeed, judging from the identities of these people in the photo, each of them does have enough reasons for Hunter to contact them actively... Then that's it, Sato and Takagi are in charge of investigating Scott Green, Chiba and Shiratori, Mark Spencer will trouble you, as for Kevin Yoshino..."

"Leave Kevin Yoshino to me." Souji Kudo said suddenly.

"Brother Kudo?" Officer Megure was a little surprised.

"Well~ After all, the weather outside is quite hot now. Although the police car has air conditioning, it's still quite hard to run around."

Souji Kudo smiled nonchalantly, and pointed to Kevin Yoshino in the photo.

"Besides, I think this guy is pretty easy to deceive, just leave it to me to lie to him~"

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PS: Ah... Regarding the Japanese license plate format in the previous chapters, I copied it directly from the subtitles... Basically, I will write the translation of many terms that I don't understand in the subtitles... Who asked I can't read Japanese~

PS2: By the way, have the banned words of Maoke been directly unblocked recently? Bullets used to be banned words, but now they can be used? ? ?

Chapter 302 Chapter 296 Communication of Philosophy

Although the incidents that happened on the border of Japan would have the FBI of the Yankees intervene, which makes the Japanese police very unhappy, but once they accept this setting, they will find that... It seems unexpected and quite touching.

After all, so far, all the information about Hunter, as well as information about the targets that Hunter may kill and the people who may actively contact him have all been provided by the FBI.

If it is necessary to investigate through the intelligence network of the Japanese National Police Agency, it is estimated that it is still stuck in the link of how to make Uncle Mori fall asleep and successfully solve the dice puzzle.

Ever since, after confirming their respective tasks, everyone acted quickly and efficiently.

Takagi and Sato, the famous Metropolitan Police Department couple, are in charge of visiting Scott Green, Hunter's former sniper instructor in the sniper academy.

But Shiratori and Chiba, the bachelor group, are more uncomfortable. They can only look at me and you, shrugging their shoulders and setting off to visit the former commander of the Yokosuka base—Mark. Spencer.

Souji Kudo is acting alone, or it should be said that this guy asked to act alone, because most of the time if he really wants to act with all his strength, few people can keep up with his rhythm as teammates. The result of blindly matching a partner with a few matches can only change from a confident performance of a big boss to a one-shot one.

Conan originally wanted to go with him, but he was persuaded by Kudo Souji on the grounds that "in case the other party jumps over the wall and takes you as a hostage, then I can only make the other party lose the hostage first".

NMD, WSM!

What does it mean to let the other party lose their hostages!

Considering that he was still young and didn't want to die, Conan was forced to suppress his desire to reason and solve the case, and honestly followed Uncle Mao Li, who was anxious to go home to watch the live horse betting, back to the detective agency, and posted with Xiaolan .

On the side of Souji Kudo, he was finally able to continue his solo brushing.

Of course, in order to avoid the embarrassing situation of "Brothers and Brothers Gong" in the future, he carefully checked his whole body before he set off, and he drove Dr. Ali after making sure that he was not installed with bugs or trackers. The Beetle set off to the military store run by Kevin Yoshino.

"USA ARMY PLUS?"

In front of a military supplies store on the outskirts of Fussa City, Souji Kudo, who had just parked the Beetle and got off the car, raised his head and whispered the name of the military supplies store.

The translation should be...

"U.S. Army... Plus? Home?"

MD, what a strange name.

Souji Kudo, who was completely unable to follow the logic of the language, shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

This is one of his own advantages, that is, he will not think about things that he can't figure out for a while, and he will slowly struggle with them when he has time.

Although it is a military supplies store, it can be seen that this place should have been a rather simple warehouse.

It was built with white iron sheets and rented out as a warehouse, but it was carefully converted into a military store by Kevin Yoshino.

Looking from the outside to the inside, Kevin Yoshino not only arranged the messy warehouse in an orderly manner, arranged shelves and laid floor tiles inside, but even changed the door of the warehouse into an electronic automatic induction glass sliding door.

After a little calculation in the heart of the routine process, Kudo Souji no longer hesitated, and walked in with a golden knife.

There are no fancy fake trees and flowers and welcome puppets as decorations. The overall style of the military store is simple, with military green as the basic style. Rows of white shelves are neatly arranged. There are various military kettles, Military backpacks and more, even body armor and bulletproof helmets.

As old man James said earlier, it is a military store that specializes in selling military supplies eliminated by the US military.

The store was quiet, Mr. Kudo wandered around inside and still no waiter came up to ask this or that. The only employee in the whole store was standing behind the checkout counter, burying his head in arranging all the latest arrivals. Due to being too focused on the goods, I didn't even notice that there were customers entering the store.

— Kevin Yoshino.

Souji Kudo recognized the identity of the person behind the cash register at a glance.

As seen in the photos in the Metropolitan Police Department's meeting room, the real Kevin Yoshino is also a very strong-looking young man, with a cool hair and bright eyes, giving people a very strong feeling. "Hearty" feeling.

"yo~"

Souji Kudo walked over to greet him, and at the same time, his eyes drifted to the wall behind the cashier seemingly inadvertently.

It’s not that the former Marine Corps sergeant let himself go after returning to the field. He was deeply infected by Japan’s Two-dimensional culture. A large area of ​​Shitu posters are pasted on the inside for appreciation at any time... But the wall is actually covered with various guns of different styles.

And judging from the faint luster on the surface of the gun body when the light shines on it - it's the real thing.

But I also want to know that in Japan, if the real goods are hung up and sold in stores, let alone a few years, it is estimated that they will be completely sealed up by the local police on the same day. Those hanging on the walls are transformed into Legal firearms such as airsoft guns.

"Hello, is there anything you like?"

Sensing someone approaching, Kevin Yoshino, who had been crouching behind the cashier and tinkering with equipment, popped his head and took a look, and found that the other person looked like a Japanese high school student about seventeen or eighteen years old. A little hoarseness unique to soldiers.

It was hoarseness during long-term training.

"Ah~" The other party was obviously hesitant, and it was probably the first time he had come to this kind of place, "Let me just ask, boss, are these... real guns hanging on your wall?"

"how is this possible."

Kevin Yoshino couldn't hold back and almost burst into laughter on the spot: "Guest, you are really joking. It is illegal to sell real guns in Japan. What I sell here are... eh!?"

He was halfway through the conversation but stopped abruptly for no reason. The smile of the ex-Marine Corps sergeant who was speaking freely half a second ago suddenly froze on his face. His bright eyes stared straight at the cashier standing at the counter Looking forward to the body of Souji Kudo, who was admiring the large guns on the wall behind him...

Holy shit!

The sergeant's expression froze on his face, and his heart was already full of turbulent waves.

In order to make himself look "professional", Souji Kudo went home and changed into a white shirt before leaving for the Metropolitan Police Department, but because this guy is too strong, a shirt of a normal size is worn on him His body will be directly exploded by the muscles that bulge with exercise, so the few shirts in his closet are all large sizes, which look like pajamas on his body.

But even so, it still couldn't hide the bulging muscles under the shirt.

Damn... When did the physical fitness of Japanese high school students reach this level! ?

The sergeant was dumbfounded.

At this moment, Kudo Souji, who was still admiring the various guns of the soldiers hanging on the wall, seemed to suddenly remember something, put his hands in his pants pocket, and took out a gun from his pocket after fumbling for a while. The police personnel certificate of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department said: "Sorry, I am a policeman. Regarding the sniping incident that happened two days ago, our police believe that it is very likely that Timothy Hunter did it. Considering that you and Hunter were once Comrades who trust each other on the battlefield, so here I have a few questions to ask..."

"Tim!?" Kevin Yoshino was startled at first, and immediately recovered his composure, "If you want to ask me if I will provide guns to Hunter, my answer is definitely yes, so you don't need to ask again But it's true that I haven't met Hunter since I retired."

"I didn't actually want to ask you this." Souji Kudo interrupted him by picking the corner of his mouth.

"Not much to say, let's go directly to the whole, the first question... What do you think is justice?"

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PS: After the code word is finished, go fishing~

Chapter 303 Chapter 297 I will ask you this question again

What is justice?

What kind of dick question is this?

Are you going to test the three views of primary school students?

Kevin Yoshino froze for a moment, hesitated for a moment and did not answer immediately, mainly because he was a little at a loss by the guy's opening lightning strike.

The so-called "justice" actually has no clear boundaries and standards, and justice has different definitions in the eyes of different people.

It’s like the Mie-surnamed Titan who is the director of a certain family planning department in the Marvel universe. He feels that he is contributing to creating a better world and is on the side of justice...but in the eyes of the protagonist group, this is so f*cking. It's a self-proclaimed fool who makes purple sweet potatoes become fine.

For another example, just like the ending of the first The Last of Us, for all the living humans in the world at that time in the game, the end of this disaster was extremely just at the cost of the life of a little girl.

But for Joel, he just wants to save his daughter and the bloody horse who killed Firefly.

So this is actually a false proposition, a question that cannot be given a real correct answer at all. The degree of fuck is no different from the "connect the context to talk about the author's psychological activities at that time" that appears on the test-oriented education paper.

ah?ah?

Does anyone really think there is a right answer to this question?

I believe that when most people answer this kind of question, what they think is not "talk about the author's psychological activities at that time", but "talk about the author's psychological activities at that time when the teacher wrote this question." "That's right?

So, absolutely...

Is it possible that the Metropolitan Police Department in Japan is full of such "talents"?

This is clearly a second-year middle school patient with secondary disease!