Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

On the third floor of the mall, the mastermind of the robbery looked down coldly at the police cars that had completely blocked the mall's perimeter.

He strolled back to the hall, took out a walkie-talkie from his tactical vest, and began to make a final confirmation.

"07, report the situation."

"Received. The surveillance is normal. No police have infiltrated." The voice of "07" came through the walkie-talkie, sounding much calmer than usual.

He switched to the next communication line. "05, what's the situation at the main gate?"

The interval was a bit long this time, but "05" responded quickly. "Everything is normal, the cops didn't come in rashly."

"06, how are things on your end?"

This time the connection was delayed even more than last time. After a long "beep," the other end finally answered, but immediately afterward, he heard a series of crackling sounds, as if something had fallen to the ground. A while later, he heard someone's voice again.

"Hey boss, everything's normal on the second floor."

"Received... Wait! 03, it's you? Shouldn't you be waiting at the back door on the first floor?"

There was a sudden silence on the other end, and after a long while someone replied. "Um... 06 and I switched seats. He gets an upset stomach when he's nervous, and my seat is closer to the toilet."

"F***! What time is it?!" The mastermind growled in a low voice, then angrily cut off the communication.

He whirled around and saw a young woman in the crowd on his left stealing a glance at him furtively. He was instantly enraged. So, in a fit of anger, he grabbed her hair and yanked it forward with all his might.

Amid the girl's agonizing screams, the mastermind pushed her to a floor-to-ceiling window without glass, just a few steps away, to ensure the police could see her clearly.

As expected, not long after, the police downstairs shouted loudly through a megaphone.

"Calm down! State your demands, and don't hurt the hostages!"

The mastermind smiled with satisfaction, pulled the girl back a little, but kept her in front of him as a precaution against possible sniping.

He waved, signaling his men to bring the microphone over.

The microphone was connected directly to the loudspeaker system on the third floor of the mall. He cleared his throat, and his cough traveled along the loudspeaker line to every corner of the mall.

"You're quite sensible. I like talking to smart people. Remember those bank robbers you caught a few weeks ago? Release them immediately, and prepare three cars for our use to get us out safely."

“...I understand, but you should know that this matter needs to be reported to higher-level leaders, which may take some time.”

The mastermind sneered. "You dare stall me for time?! Don't think I don't know what you're up to! I'll kill one hostage every half hour. Let's see who has the more patience!"

Panic gripped the crowd again, and low sobs could be heard.

The inspector below seemed to take a deep breath. "I completely understand your anxiety, but please believe that we all care deeply about the safety of the hostages; this is our top priority. Please give me a few minutes. I will speak with my superiors now, and we will do everything we can to meet your request."

The mastermind of the robbery clicked his tongue in annoyance, "I hate you guys who love to go on and on. Anyway, let's get to a conclusion quickly, time is of the essence."

He glanced meaningfully at the crowd behind him, and the crowd fell silent instantly.

"Okay, I promise I will immediately convey your demands directly to the decision-makers, and they will respond as soon as possible. At the same time, I want to emphasize that we both share a common goal: to resolve this issue peacefully. To achieve this goal, let's work together to avoid any actions that could escalate the situation. Can you release the lady you're holding?"

"Let go? So you can snipe me?" The mastermind sneered, and took a few steps back while still in the same position, until he was sure he was in a blind spot before releasing the girl's hair and pushing her back into the crowd.

The police officer below wanted to say something more, but the mastermind stopped listening and answering. Instead, he pulled out a walkie-talkie from a blind spot and contacted 07 again.

"07, keep a close eye on things. If the police try to break in, you must tell me immediately."

"Don't worry, boss, I'm keeping an eye on things."

Akihara Kazumitsu glanced at the surveillance footage. In one of the shots, a group of police officers were quietly sneaking in through a side window on the first floor. Unlike ordinary police officers, they were wearing tactical combat uniforms and bulletproof vests, with tactical helmets on their heads, and the letters SAT could be barely made out on their shoulder insignia.

It is Japan's Special Assault Team (SAT), a specialized counter-terrorism and special operations unit within the Japanese police force responsible for responding to terrorist attacks, hostage situations, and other highly dangerous circumstances.

Akihara Kazumitsu withdrew his gaze and continued speaking to the mastermind of the robbery in the voice of "07": "Now it seems that they are probably too scared to breathe because of you. They are like quails, all standing on the outside and not daring to move."

After ending his conversation with the other party, Akihara "snap" the blue thread on the black box in his hand.

This was the fifth bomb he had defused along the way. It made sense; if the enemy could blow up the clock tower so easily, they were likely carrying even more bombs.

The system gasped as if it had just watched a thrilling 4D movie.

"You...you can defuse bombs?"

"If you have an American cockroach in your life who's always trying to blow you up, and a piece of wood that's laid a ring of fragmentation mines around your office to protect you, you'll naturally learn how to defuse them."

Akihara casually tossed the dismantled bomb into the system space.

"Hey, don't throw everything in here! My space already doubles as your refrigerator, morgue, junkyard, mobile armory, and Pokémon Ball!"

"Thank you."

"Hehe, you're welcome... Hey, don't think you can get away with this!"

Anyway, we can't find them all in a short time, so let's leave it to the police to handle.

Qiu Yuan threw the last one into the system space, continued up the fire escape from the second floor, and stopped in front of the door on the third floor.

……

Shuichi Akai noticed the message Camel had sent him and felt a little relieved. This meant that he would not be fighting alone, and the Japanese police's special forces should discover this opportunity.

So next, it's time to act.

The mastermind of the kidnapping just said he would kill one hostage every half hour. Since it was a show for the police, he will inevitably move closer to the floor-to-ceiling window again.

His choice of that girl just now reveals a simple logic behind his actions. Therefore, if one can grasp this pattern, he could potentially become the chosen hostage.

The mastermind was very careful. When negotiating with the police, he always had the hostages stand in front of him. This means that when he was to "execute" the hostages, he would choose to get close to their bodies, so it was more likely that he would switch to a different handgun.

If he seized this opportunity, he was fully confident he could take down the mastermind. As for the other four… if he spoke to Miyano Akemi beforehand, she might be able to subdue one of them. But what about the remaining three? Was his only hope to rely on the Japanese police?

He carefully checked the positions of the four people again: one ten steps to the left front, one near the elevator to the right front, one at the fire exit to the right rear, and two to the left rear.

When did another person join us?

Shuichi Akai was secretly alarmed and was about to look away when he saw one of the two men suddenly notice his gaze and wave at him with a smile.