Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Some time before Qi Ming arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department...

Special Operations Conference Room, Public Security Department, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

The atmosphere in the large room was heavy.

Shuichi Akai, Tooru Amuro, and Rena Mizunashi each sat in their respective seats, with a pile of messy documents covering the table in front of them.

"After reviewing the data for so long, do you have a plan for the next operation?"

Amuro Tooru rubbed his temples and looked at the two of them with an annoyed expression.

Shuichi Akai, flipping through the documents, replied without looking up.

"We don't look at these materials to make plans; more importantly, we want to gain a deeper understanding of our enemy."

Rena Mizunashi responded softly, which could be interpreted as agreement with Shuichi Akai's point of view.

"Tsk."

Time passed by, and the only sound in the office was the rustling of papers turning over.

After a while, Shuichi Akai finally put down the documents in his hand. He felt a little tired from reading for so long and rubbed his eyes.

Madeira joined after his undercover operation was exposed, so Shuichi Akai thought it would be good to learn about their new adversary beforehand.

During his time as an undercover agent within the organization, Shuichi Akai believed that Gin was their biggest adversary on the surface.

However, after reviewing all this information, Shuichi Akai was quite taken aback.

The most difficult organization to deal with should be Qin Bar?

However, the old man who appeared at the trading site before and discovered my undercover identity is probably not an ordinary person.

Speaking of which, Vermouth's disguise skills should not be underestimated.

But who is this Madeira, M*F*, one of the generals under?

Not only are there no flaws in what he did, but what's with the notes about suspected supernatural abilities and future technology?

Amuro Tooru checked the time, got up, opened the door, and addressed the group.

"It's almost time for today, please head back."

"……it is good."

Since their team recovered, they haven't taken any action.

After all, they had no idea how to proceed, not even what to do in the first step.

Since we can't make any moves in terms of military force, we can only start with civil matters, beginning with understanding the various intelligence that Qi Ming already knows.

Come to think of it, the incident they encountered in the mansion last time was not reported.

That was truly appalling; who knows what would happen if the higher-ups found out?

In the conference room.

After Shuichi Akai and Rena Mizunashi left, Tooru Amuro stayed behind alone, copying the data from the computer onto file paper.

dong dong——

The door sounded.

Amuro Tooru got up and opened the door.

It was only because he was at the Metropolitan Police Department that he was able to open the door so relaxed.

"Oh, it's you guys. Why haven't you left yet?"

Upon seeing the five people standing outside, Amuro Tooru smiled slightly.

They weren't very familiar with each other; in fact, none of them had ever met.

However, they share the same identity.

They were all undercover agents sent by the Public Security Bureau into that organization.

"What are you doing here so late?" Amuro Tooru asked.

The man, dressed in casual clothes and sporting dyed blond hair, smiled.

"We saw the office lights were still on, so we came over to check. Is there anything we can help you with, sir?"

Amuro waved his hand with a smile.

"It's nothing, just copying some information. You guys should go back now."

"Then you can leave it to us, sir. It's getting late, you should get some rest."

"Yeah, yeah, what are we peripheral members supposed to do with these?"

"Haha, yes, yes, sir, you are codenamed member."

"...Fine, fine, I can't get away with this."

Amuro Tooru shrugged helplessly, but did not refuse their enthusiasm.

He actually knew.

Although it's hard to hate them, these people are his fans.

Perhaps it's a bit inappropriate; I should say I'm their idol.

After all, in their eyes, he was a great hero who had broken into the organization and become one of Rum's top lieutenants.

After telling them what to do, Amuro Tooru hesitated for a moment before speaking to them.

"How about this, I'll wait for you outside, and then we'll go grab a late-night snack to replenish our energy."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in delight.

"Thank you, sir!"

When the topic of late-night snacks came up, the young man with dyed yellow hair's eyes lit up, and he immediately spoke up.

"Sir, I know a really good restaurant. I'll take you there when it's ready."

"Okay, let's go together."

Amuro Toru smiled.

However, at this moment, someone kicked the blond guy and laughed and cursed.

"Alright, blondie, you take your superior and go ahead. Your handwriting is a mess, you'll only make things worse if you stay."

"……roll!"

……

A food stall at a night market, not far from the Metropolitan Police Department.

Amuro Tooru and the blond-haired man sat facing each other, the blond-haired man listening intently as Amuro Tooru recounted his undercover experiences.

The legendary undercover agent, working openly and honestly under the second-in-command, is truly admirable!

But just as Huang Mao was getting into it, a text message notification sounded.

"what happened?"

Amuro Tooru asked curiously.

Huang Mao glanced at the screen and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"It seems the water heater at home is broken, and my wife is urging me to go back quickly."

Amuro Tooru was taken aback for a moment, then laughed:

"Haha, family matters are the most important, you should go back first."

"Uh, it's okay, no need to go back. It's just a water heater..."

"Alright, go back. That's an order."

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, Huang Mao stood up and walked towards his motorcycle, looking back every few steps.

"Sorry, I'll be back in two minutes to fix it, and I'll be right back!"

Amuro Tooru smiled helplessly and waved to the blond-haired man.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Seeing the blond-haired man's motorcycle start and drive away, Amuro Tooru yawned wearily.

He stared blankly at his phone screen, seemingly lost in thought.

Half an hour later, Amuro Tooru made a phone call to someone at the Metropolitan Police Department.

"how's it going?"

"Coming soon, sir. Just one last page. We'll be right there."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Amuro Tooru put his phone away and then made another call.

It was naturally the blond guy who went home to fix the water heater.

"Is it still not fixed? This kid."

Hearing a flurry of activity on the other end of the line, Amuro Tooru took a deep breath and hung up the phone.

He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the sky; the night seemed exceptionally clear.

Amuro Tooru closed his eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment.

He seemed to have never felt this relaxed in a long time.

My childhood days, my days at the police academy.

After infiltrating that organization as an undercover agent, it seemed like he never got a good night's sleep...

ding ding-

"Like his wife, does this kid also like to send text messages?"

Amuro Tooru didn't know how long he remained in that leaning position until his phone on the table vibrated, and he opened his eyes.

Amuro Tooru chuckled and took the phone.

However, as soon as he turned on the screen, Amuro Tooru's pupils suddenly contracted.

He unconsciously slammed his hand on the table and stood up, which attracted the attention of other diners.

"Ma...De...La..."

Amuro Tooru muttered to himself, almost through gritted teeth.

Where did that guy get his phone number from?

You should know that you've already disposed of the cell phone you used in the organization!

Why is his information still being sent to me?

Amuro Tooru felt a sense of unease, and after a moment he opened the message.

Those were pictures stained with blood.

A total of 17.

However, there was no need to flip through the pages; the first photo alone was enough to completely extinguish the light in Amuro Tooru's eyes.

That was a yellow-haired man and a motorcycle burning in the fire.

His body began to tremble as he slowly pulled down the images one by one.

He recognized all the dead people in the photo, since he was present when the follow-up work on the undercover agents was being handled.

"Madera...Madera!"

He never expected the organization to act so quickly, nor did he expect Madeira to find out their location so easily!

Is artificial intelligence such a omnipotent thing?

No, the key point is that some people's places don't even have surveillance cameras, so why are they exposed?

Is there an undercover agent in the Metropolitan Police Department?

Amuro Tooru took deep breaths, trying his best to suppress the anger that was about to erupt.

The photos continue scrolling down until the last one.

That's a photo from the Metropolitan Police Department.

Amuro Tooru frowned.

What did he mean by taking this photo?

The next second, Amuro Tooru's eyes widened suddenly.

"Wait, no way, how can this be..."

Could his next target be those four people in the Metropolitan Police Department?

How did Madera know the location of those four people?

Damn it, there's definitely an undercover agent in the Metropolitan Police Department!

Without the slightest hesitation, Amuro Tooru grabbed the cell phone on the table and quickly dialed the number of the four people waiting in the Metropolitan Police Department.

As soon as the call connected, he immediately said, "Hello, you need to get here right now..."

Amuro Tooru hadn't finished speaking.

The previously peaceful atmosphere around the restaurant suddenly became noisy, with everyone looking up at the sky.

"Look up at the sky! What is that thing?"

"Wow, a shooting star! I hope I become rich next year!"

Hearing the noisy shouts around him, Amuro Tooru subconsciously looked up at the sky.

In the distant sky, a dazzling red light was rapidly falling.

What is that? A fallen star?

As the shooting star streaked across the sky, the voice of his colleague, still inside the Metropolitan Police Department, rang out on the other end of the phone.

"Sir, what's going on over there...?"

The words have not yet fallen.

A deafening roar, like rolling thunder, came through the receiver into Amuro Tooru's ears.

At the same time, Amuro Tooru felt the ground tremor.

boom!