Open an intelligence house in the world of science

Chapter 385-384- Field Control Conspiracy and Assassination Plan
at the same time.

After successfully leaking the information to Conan, Bai Chuanyu got on the phone again.

"Okay, okay, now the bug is gone, Miss Poshishima, let's get on with the business."

His voice was as pleasant as ever.

It sounds the same as when you usually ask Poison Island for help with errands.

Because of this seemingly expected reaction, Busujima was slightly taken aback on the phone.

Then she seemed to remember something, and asked with a delicate expression:
"Mr. Bai Chuan, you can't be... you already knew there was a bug in the car, didn't you?"

"Why do you say this way?"

Bai Chuanyou smiled, instead of denying it, he asked instead.

Hearing Bai Chuanyu's calm tone, Busujima suddenly let out a short laugh, and said bluntly, "It's very simple."

"...If it was Mr. Shirakawa, he could do such an illogical move just for the reason of 'it feels very interesting'."

"..."

Bai Chuanyou was silent for a moment, then denied: "No, that kind of example usually refers to mental illness?"

"It's too much, sister Poison Island..."

"Last week, I just went to Mihua Hospital for a neurosurgery checkup. The doctor said that I have no neurological or mental problems."

"...I haven't thrown away the diagnosis result yet, why don't I send a photo to Budao-san?"

Busujima let out a laugh: "Mr. Shirakawa is really humorous."

"No, I'm actually serious..."

"Cough, all in all..."

Busujima coughed dryly, deliberately overshadowed his voice, and corrected the topic, "We will talk about the topic of neurosurgery later, Mr. Shirakawa called me, what's the matter?"

Hearing this, Bai Chuanyou pondered for a moment, and resumed his upright and hearty voice: "That's right, I want to borrow some muddy legs from the conference to create some chaos in the conference hall."

"Is it chaotic? That's easy to say." Busujima was thoughtful, "However, it's a bit laborious to let the unskilled mud legs into the memorial service."

Bai Chuan You heard the words, and smiled relaxedly: "It's okay, there is no need to go to the memorial service."

"...Miss Pou Dao will also go to the hotel after the meeting. You should know that this memorial meeting will be broadcasted by the TV station, and there will be many reporters outside the venue, blocking people at the door to interview."

Busujima nodded: "Of course I know, and then?"

Bai Chuanyou continued to say: "Then, I hope that your people will be among the reporters, preferably photographers."

"...When the slideshow of the memorial service ends, let them find a way to create some noise and smash the camera of the TV station closest to the door."

"Just smashing the camera? No problem."

Hearing what he said, Busujima first took it over readily, then turned around to try to figure out his intentions, and kindly reminded:

"But don't forget, the TV camera on the scene is broadcasting in real time. Even if my people destroy the camera, they can't intercept the video, unless you have some way to intercept the video received by the TV station."

"Hey, of course."

Bai Chuanyu giggled like a mischievous kid, "Of course I have other ways to deal with this matter... so Miss Budao doesn't need to worry, just help me take care of the work just now."

"No problem, it's a trivial matter." Busujima responded briskly on the other end of the phone, "I'll help you find a good candidate to come over within 2 minutes."

"Then there will be Miss Laodu Island."

Just like that, after colluding with the big sister of the underworld and arranging everything properly, Bai Chuanyou hung up the phone and looked up at the sky.

After waiting for a while, waiting for the memorial meeting to start soon, he stepped on the car and drove the car to the hotel entrance without haste.

With the help of the car boy to park the car, Bai Chuanyu meticulously adjusted his tie, like a gentle and refined gentleman, strode into the venue of the memorial service with his head held high.

……

At this time, in the hall of the memorial service, Pisco mixed with the crowd with a kind smile on his face, chatting and laughing with the bosses around him with ease.

As the chairman of Baling Motors, he himself is considered a bigwig in the business world. Naturally, many people came to make friends and have some business bragging.

Pisk dealt with these people with a smile while observing a certain direction in the distance from time to time with sharp eyes.

In his extremely stealthy peeping, a middle-aged man with a big nose was standing at the banquet table opposite, chatting with other people.

The identity of this man with a big nose is the politician Pisk needs to assassinate, named Shigehiko Tunkou.

Tunguchi Shigehiko is not a member of the organization, but he has always had a deep connection with the organization.

But some time ago, he was exposed by someone who was interested in taking bribes.

At that time, it was catching up with the anti-criminal incident, and Shigehiko Tunkou was investigated by the police... If there is no accident, the police will gather evidence and arrest him within two days.

And once it is found that the behind-the-scenes connection with the organization is found, the search department will hand over the prisoner to the police, accept a completely different level of investigation and interrogation, and let Shigehiko Tunkou spit out all the organization information he knows.

In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening, the organization rushed the donkey to the mill and gave Pisk the task of assassinating Shigehiko Tunkou.

Let the old Pisk cut off this hidden danger to the organization, so that the police can only catch a dead person.

Assassination is a difficult job, that's right.

Logically speaking, it should be left to the seasoned professionals of the Gin Action Team, not an old bone who has been the boss for half his life and has almost forgotten how to use a gun.

However, considering that the mission was related to his old age, Pisk took up the confidence and took this mission as an opportunity, eager to be appreciated by his superiors.

As long as he can kill Shigehiko Tunkou and prove that his strength has not regressed...then the organization may be able to put himself in a more stable position, away from the beatings and killings of those young people.

Thinking of this, his heart shuddered, and he secretly put his hand in his hands, and touched the pistol hidden on his body.

For this assassination mission, he started planning almost a week in advance.

First, a week ago, Anonymous and Tunkou Shigehiko had a secret conversation on the Internet, claiming that he was a spy sent by the organization and came to help him escape.

Based on this precondition, Pisk told Shigehiko Tunguchi——

All he needs to do is to attend the memorial service a week later, turn off the lights at the venue, and when the slide show is playing, move to wait under the largest crystal chandelier, meet with himself, and he will tell him how to get rid of his innocence.

First, pass on the false information above, trick Tunkou Shigehiko into attending the memorial service, and then go to the designated location.

Later, he secretly sneaked into the venue of the Kubado Hotel at night, climbed up next to the chandelier, and used fluorescent paint to make a mark on the chain of the crystal chandelier.

Make yourself the fastest to grasp the position of the crystal chandelier after turning off the lights.

The final step...and now.

When the slide show started and the lights were all turned off, he would use a pistol with a suppressor in between a layer of plastic and a handkerchief to aim and shoot at the fluorescent paint.

Shigehiko Tunguchi was killed on the spot by a huge falling crystal chandelier, disguised as an accidental assassination.

This is the assassination plan he set.

Although there are a lot of roughness and blemishes...

But right now, this is the best clumsy plan he can come up with after racking his brains and modifying it.

As an old horse, Pisk felt powerless.

Before the assassination, he even spent a lot of time improving the accuracy of his pistol shooting.

During this period, I don't know how many times I practiced before I ensured that I could hit the fluorescent mark of the crystal chandelier with one blow.

It can be said that 1 minute on stage, ten years off stage!

……

　Playing Pisco... Always thinking of Pixar, and Pixys, outrageous.

　　
　
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