The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

After finishing the call with Amuro Toru, Tang Ze relaxed and took the drinks and snacks handed to him by his teammates.

They were still on the JR train back to Tokyo. He couldn't conspire with Amuro Toru so loudly in front of Conan, so he made an excuse to go to the dining car to buy food and ran to the carriage where his teammates were.

It would be inappropriate to go back empty-handed.

"You think surprisingly highly of rum." Zhu Fushiki Jingguang, who was sitting next to Tang Ze, was very surprised. "Didn't you look down on it before?"

Even the evaluation of a strong enemy has come out. He has never seen Tang Ze use similar adjectives to evaluate the opponent of the Phantom Thief of Hearts.

"I still look down on it." Tang Ze shrugged. "I'm referring to his palace. It might be quite troublesome."

Considering that Rum himself does not have sufficient combat power but his desires are highly praised, Tang Ze has reason to believe that Rum's Hall will be a more typical boss battle type in the Tao.

That is, before fighting the final boss, you may have to go through multiple small bosses to complete the key points of the level.

Common forms include, but are not limited to, keeping keys to different areas, holding the key to unlocking a certain hall, or guarding important organs or necessary routes...

The more lawful evil the capitalists and high-level officials are, the more likely this situation is to occur, such as Okumura and Shido in the original work.

Just like the clear internal structure of a company, their palace will also show similar structural characteristics, which must be broken down layer by layer. They are considered strong in terms of mechanism.

What Tang Ze looks down upon is Rum's behavior and combat capability in reality, but it is another matter in the cognitive world.

"How can a hall related to the organization be simple?" Xingchuan Hui, who was leaning on the seat behind Tang Ze, curled his lips. "Even the nightclub back then... that was a very troublesome place."

Oh, I almost forgot, Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi's hall is also of this type.

Tang Ze agreed with him: "That's about right. Rum knows more about research than Pisco does. No one knows whether there will be a completely unreasonable mechanism killing."

Pisco, who didn't have a very long life, was able to create a Gigantamax Gin. He could do such a big thing as Tang Ze with just one slap, and then he went back to the Hall of Rum. Tang Ze could only say that it was not surprising to see Gin driving a Gundam.

But as the second-in-command, Rum knows the organization too well, and Tang Ze is definitely unwilling to give up the value of his information.

Think about the difficulty of that strategy, think about the resources and energy that will be consumed in the process...

For the moment, I don’t know who I should feel more sorry for, or should I feel sorry for Gin?

"Hmm, so the reason you took Curacao away and spared no effort to develop Zero's power was based on this consideration?" Matsuda Jinpei asked thoughtfully.

"That's right. It's a wonderful thing to be able to solve so many problems without bloodshed. Rather than facing so many troublesome and difficult battles later, it would be much more effective to remove his minions first."

After being exposed to cognitive strategies for so long, everyone has their own experience on how to solve a temple.

When faced with a difficult goal, a common approach is to work on both sides.

If something doesn't work in the cognitive world, solve it in reality. If something doesn't work in reality, solve it in the cognitive world. You will always be able to find the path to victory.

It is obvious that Tang Ze is thinking about this now.

I don’t know if Rum has other arms, but the three that can be accessed right now have already begun to be dismantled.

Curacao was shot dead in front of Gin, and everyone assumed she was dead.

Binga was surrounded by Tangze and was like a turtle in a jar, with little chance of survival.

Bourbon, on the other hand, has started a new business and has become a powerful force, going from being a confidant to a serious threat, and is now in opposition to Rum himself.

The temple is a faithful reflection of its master's cognition. It's easy to imagine what would happen when going to the Rum Temple. It's very likely that the first leader would be absent, the second leader would disappear, and the third leader would spare no effort to assist the invaders...

"That sounds good." Asai Narimi quickly understood what they meant and nodded. "If Mr. Amuro had gone a step further, a fight might have broken out inside when we got in."

If off-game operations can reduce the difficulty of the game, it is definitely not a bad thing.

After all, in that world, they were fighting real battles, and there would be real injuries and casualties, but the difficult parts were mostly covered by Tang Ze.

"Yeah." Tang Ze pulled his hood back up and stood up with his arms full of food. "I'll go back first. The next work will depend on the progress over there."

----

Ireland, who had just been lying in bed, was awakened by the sound of the door behind him. He turned over and was completely awake.

He grabbed the pistol from under his pillow, hunched his back against the wall, and moved to a position where even with the door open, he couldn't see him. Then he cautiously asked, "Who is it? I didn't order room service."

Whether he was still in the organization or after being taken away by Kumail, he was an executor who mostly acted alone and rarely needed anyone's support. He was very alert to any unknown visitors who came to him.

"Open the door, it's me." A slightly hoarse female voice came over, "No need to be so suspicious."

Ireland quickly recognized the voice and relaxed a lot, reaching out to undo the chain on the door.

"Why did you suddenly come here? What happened to your mission?"

It wasn't until the woman in sunglasses completely entered the room and closed the door as usual that Ireland completely relaxed his guard, stood up and looked at her.

Although she had dyed her hair a striking blue and had heavy smoky makeup on her face, completely different from the last time he met her, Curacao's recognizable face was still quite easy to recognize.

"My part is already done." Curacao, who was mainly traveling, brushed the question off. "I came to you to inform you to come with me. There's a new situation."

"Huh?" Ireland frowned in confusion.

No matter where you work, plans cannot keep up with changes, and it is very normal to have temporary changes in tasks.

The problem is, with the information security channels provided by the team he currently serves, it shouldn't have fallen to the point where human notification is needed, right?

"The boss has been busy lately and hasn't had time to inform you in real time. He told me to respond freely after receiving the intelligence," Curacao explained. "We'd better get to Frankfurt before tomorrow."

"Binga showed up?" Ireland's expression immediately turned serious.

After investigating Binga's fake identity for so long, he also realized that this person had been in Europe for so long, and at least half of the time he was not dealing with the organization's tasks, but was operating the fake identity of Grace, which means that this is Binga's most important task.

His sudden appearance in Frankfurt must be related to this mission, and this is probably Kumail's purpose.

"Well, Frankfurt is home to a Europol server center. According to the tip, he's planning to do something there," Curacao said bluntly. "You might find some old friends there that you don't really want to see."

Since it is his main task and it is a risky option, the organization is likely to provide assistance or support.

In other words, there is a high probability that other codename members will appear.

Thinking of this, Ireland reflexively looked at Curacao's face, opened his mouth, and then, under her extremely intense gaze even through her sunglasses, swallowed the words that were about to blurt out.

It's a server center and an invasion, this mission sounds very familiar.

"It's definitely better than mine," Curacao said indifferently. "Rum probably called Gin over."

Invasion missions are prone to accidents—even if the one in Curacao was full of deliberate intent.

However, for the same risky mission, Curacao was left alone while Binga was able to get more technical support. This shows that even if they are both trusted generals, their status can be different.

"It could also be that Rum thinks Binga isn't as strong as you," Ireland said, trying to console him.

"It's more likely because I'm just cannon fodder." Curacao shook his head, rejecting his nonsense. "If it were me, he would be able to control it better."

According to Kumail, the device that Rum gave her was similar to an instrument that emitted brain waves. Through certain means of cognitive neuroscience, it remotely transmitted the information received by her optic nerves to Rum.

In order to prevent this amount of information from excessively affecting the normal operation of the monitoring party's brain, not all information is transmitted. The main activation method is probably when Rum wants to actively check, and when she activates her memory ability and starts to memorize important information.

She is roughly equivalent to a human-shaped camera, and no matter how you look at it, she is easier to use than Binga and less likely to get out of control.

"Then he must be trusting you too much." Ireland couldn't help but say something rude.

He knew that it was after Curacao completed this mission that she almost fell into Kumel's control.

So Rum had completely miscalculated; this action was neither reliable nor controllable.

Curacao looked back coldly: "It's better than Bing. You've experienced the consequences of calling Gin over to help."

Now, Ireland couldn't laugh anymore.

Generally speaking, asking Gin to help with a mission not only means that the mission is of high level and important enough, but also means that the executor himself needs to act with caution.

If you are not careful and make Gin feel that something is wrong, the end result will be that Gin will kill you as well. He is absolutely not kidding when he says that Gin is the supervisor of the team.

Ireland almost proved this with her own life.

"Same here." His expression flattened. "You're pretty much the same."

If Kumail had not been impressed by her abilities and taken her away from Gin's nose, Curacao would have also been killed by Gin. So don't potter around.

Curacao's eyelids twitched, and before he could say something else, he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate twice.

She restrained her expression, took out her phone to confirm the content of the message, and frowned: "Okay, stop joking. Kiel and Gin have arrived in Germany, we need to move quickly."

The fact that Gin, such a busy man, came in such a hurry means that Binga’s mission will probably start tonight.

The two of them would be able to rush over from France very quickly, but it would still take some time.

After a wave of severe harm to each other, the new version of plastic colleagues finally calmed down and set off for Frankfurt.

"Scotland gave me a hotel address, and I've already booked it in advance. This is my temporary identification information, so please remember it well."

"This hotel... I didn't realize Scotland provided such generous funding."

"The funds for the operation will come from a dedicated account. We have a connection channel here. They gave me a few cards before I left Japan... Don't you have any?"

"...Tsk."

Both men were experienced veterans, and their movements were very agile. In just a few words, they had changed into new disguises, changed their appearance, and left the hotel they had originally stayed in Ireland.

After getting into the car, Ireland thought for a while and then came to his senses. He looked subtly at Curacao who had already inserted the key and started the car.

"Kil and Gin came here alone? You knew about it right away?"

Could it be that the "information" that Curacao mentioned earlier refers to...

"Yeah, their plane just landed." Curacao turned the steering wheel unmoved. "They notified me when I got on the plane, so I rushed over from the Netherlands."

Anyway, her main purpose was to travel to Curacao and help Noah's Ark stabilize its signal. The equipment itself was working hard, and she just played the role of a transporter and guard. It was quite leisurely and not tiring at all.

Ireland's eyebrows twitched fiercely: "Kumeil also persuaded Kiel to rebel?"

"Well, after all, Kil and I were admitted to the hospital at about the same time. Didn't you know?" Curacao cast a surprised glance at the rearview mirror from the top of his sunglasses.

"...Tsk."

----

Kil, who was being thought of by two people, was also sitting in the back seat of the car, daydreaming.

After she returned to the organization this time, the organization gave her a very complete physical examination under the pretext of checking her injuries.

This is very common among code members. According to the information conveyed by Tang Ze, injecting her with drugs may not be a bad thing. It is also a kind of recognition of allowing her to enter the central structure. However, she still feels uncomfortable all over.

Because of her injury, she has not been able to access external information freely for some days.

Yingyou refused to leave Japan. Even with the double security of Karasawa and Akai Shuichi, she couldn't help but worry.

For this mission, no one knew who the "contact person" that Tang Ze had vaguely mentioned was.

I don't know when the organization will stop surrounding me with tight man marking...

"Focus, Kir." Gin, smoking a cigarette, keenly noticed her absent-mindedness. "That minor injury won't affect your performance, right?"

"I was just thinking about the situation at Haido Central Hospital." Reina Mizunoshi, having regained her composure, reacted quickly, once again demonstrating her well-trained quick wit. "I'm still worried that I couldn't take care of those people myself."