Chapter 62: Recently, criminals have become more rampant
Chapter 62: Recently, criminals have become more rampant
August 11, early morning.
Gin sat in front of the computer, holding a newspaper, reading the latest news.
The active period for the action members has almost begun, but Gin can feel that the tasks are obviously getting less and less every year.
On the contrary...
Looking at the newspapers, one page is about explosions, one page is about murders, and one page is about jewelry robberies...
Gin's half-moon eyes rolled up, "Criminals are really rampant nowadays."
Before the organization even took action, these criminals started to show off their tactics.
And the noise they make is bigger than that of the organization.
Gin took a look at the case, smacked his lips, and couldn't help but sigh that the Japanese police were so efficient that they didn't catch a single criminal.
Of course, none of these are the important reasons for them to reduce their burden...
The important reason is that these murderers, bombers, and robbers often kill their targets at any time.
As a result, the organization members' tasks inexplicably became less.
Maybe except for Gin, no one else knew the reason and thought the organization’s funds were almost saturated...
Gin also said that he could do nothing to help in this emergency.
Yesterday, one of our members encountered revenge from the target's enemy while doing business with the target, and wanted to kill the target as soon as possible.
However, that member was no pushover and he killed the avenger immediately and threw his body into the river.
Afterwards, the transaction target was particularly grateful to that member and allocated twice as much funds as originally planned.
Gin didn't know what expression to make after all this trouble...
It is true that the organization is cruel and ruthless, and everyone in the organization has lost their lives.
But sometimes they save people for no apparent reason, which is very unbelievable to the members of the organization.
And Gin discovered that the frequency of murders in the past two years has increased by two to three times compared to three to five years ago...
"Oh, that's right..."
Gin's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt that it made sense, "If you don't kill someone now, it will be too late when Conan makes his debut."
Moreover, surveillance cameras are not popular at all nowadays. Only larger indoor public places and high-end companies will install a few for show, and there are basically no such cameras in other places.
Just stab the person and run away. Don't stay nearby. It is really difficult to catch the person.
Otherwise, if there were surveillance cameras all around, the Black Organization wouldn't dare to act so recklessly...
……
After reading a small newspaper, Gin packed his luggage and prepared to take Vodka with him to complete the mission.
But at this moment, an email reminder popped up on the computer.
"Vodka, wait a minute."
Gin stopped Vodka from restoring the surveillance network and opened the email:
[Message from Yu-Lie: Brother Ren, I found an interesting person and I plan to go out in person. Ying will help me keep an eye on him. Let me tell you~]
Gin: "..."
What fun has this demon found?
Gin suddenly remembered the cases that often appeared in newspapers, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Could it be that some unlucky guy was found with a bomb by Lie..."
It seems that apart from bombs, this little friend of his has nothing else that interests him.
He first observed a moment of silence for 0.1 second for the bomb that Lie was targeting.
"…Let's go, Vodka."
Gin put on a windbreaker and walked out of the company one after another with Vodka.
Today, they will not return to Tokyo until they complete their mission...
……
Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. "You said you're not going? What does that mean?"
In the chief police officer's office, a short-haired policewoman slammed the table hard with anger on her face.
But the man sitting at the table was indifferent, "It's not that I won't go, but I have to wait for the fax here."
Apparently, the man is also a policeman.
The man had curly hair, wore black sunglasses, and held a morning newspaper in his hand, and was indifferent to his colleagues' resentment.
The police officers from the same operation team standing nearby were also helpless.
"Besides, we are just escorting the old suspect. You should be able to do it on your own without me, right?" the curly-haired policeman added.
"You can't say that..."
The short-haired policewoman stared at him with drooped eyelids.
Who is this!
"I've heard that every year on this day, the headquarters will receive a fax from an unknown source... Three years ago it was '3', two years ago it was '2', and one year ago it was '1'." The curly-haired policeman smiled strangely, "It's just like the bombers are counting down."
"If you really want to commit a crime, there is no better time than this year."
The confidence on the face of the curly-haired male police officer stunned the short-haired female police officer.
Just then, another police officer came in with a fax:
"Officer Megure, I just received another strange fax..."
Hearing these words, the curly-haired policeman's attention was immediately diverted.
The police officer named Megure was also startled, then he remembered: "Oh, it's the kind of fax with only one number written on it? What number is it this time?"
"No, not numbers..." The police officer who sent the fax hesitated for a moment and read out the contents of the fax:
“It says:
'We are the Knights of the Round Table, sending a notice to you stupid and cunning policemen;
At noon and 14: today, I will light the celebration with the heads of my comrades;
We will leave seat 72 vacant and await your arrival'..."
After hearing this, Inspector Megure was a little confused: "What does this mean?"
The police officer who brought in the fax also shook his head, "I don't quite understand..."
Just when all the police were at a loss as to what to do with this 'riddle' fax.
The curly-haired policeman who had been sitting motionless in his seat suddenly stood up, picked up his belongings and prepared to leave.
The short-haired policewoman who noticed his movements quickly called him:
"Wait a minute Matsuda! Where are you going?"
"...Didn't you understand?" The curly-haired male police officer, the man called Matsuda, turned around and said, "The Knights of the Round Table have already said that seat 72 should be left vacant for us to come over. If there is a round table with 72 seats, then the only place that can be found is the Ferris wheel at the Haido Shopping Center, right?"
The Metropolitan Police Department suddenly fell into complete silence.
"Also, the fireworks that were lit to celebrate... should have been bombs, right?" Matsuda added calmly, stroking his chin.
The whole audience was silent again for three seconds.
Officer Megure standing in front of the window roared, "Quick! Go to the Haido Mall immediately!!"
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11:27 minutes.
A man with short white hair walked out of a residential building in Beido-cho 3-chome with a satisfied smile on his face and a large motorcycle helmet in his hand.
"A great harvest~ I didn't expect this person to buy so many bombs."
The white-haired man shook his motorcycle helmet and hailed a taxi: "Master, please drive me to Beihu Shopping Mall... that's where the Ferris wheel is."
Although the bomb over there is a little smaller, a mosquito is still meat no matter how small it is - and the bomb is still his treasure no matter how small it is.
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(End of this chapter)