Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 151 Akai Shuuichi: The Black... Organization?

Ha ha.

Conan grinned and bent down to pick up an empty Coke can. "Hey... Blackie, do you know why Shirgen agreed to let me come?"

"Is it because of your indomitable detective spirit?" Hattori Heiji curled his lip in disdain after hearing about the dark skin.

"No..." Conan, still feeling a bit dizzy, placed the cola can in front of him, squatted down, and touched the mechanism in the shoe with his finger. "That's because..."

crunch...

The shoes suddenly lit up, and Conan, his face contorted with rage, kicked the cola can away, shouting, "I am absolute justice!!!"

boom!

The cola can was kicked out with the most powerful shoe.

This represents Conan's recent obsession with being tormented by this group of people.

This represents Conan's dissatisfaction after they shrunk him.

This means... he has decided to bring absolute justice to these men in black!

boom! ! !

The FBI agent, who was about to reach the car, was thrown away by a Coke can.

He flew at least three or four meters before crashing to the ground.

Is this guy really seven years old?!

Hattori Heiji's eyes bulged out, which was even more noticeable against his dark skin.

The last FBI agent inside the car also stared wide-eyed.

No way, what the hell is this?

A primary school student took down their elite FBI agent with a Coke can?

"Describe the other party's characteristics to me, then retreat immediately!"

Shuichi Akai also called, speaking anxiously...

At this moment, Heiji Hattori didn't have much time to be surprised. When he saw the other person take out their phone and prepare to close the car window, he rushed forward with his wooden sword.

Seeing the dark-skinned boy charging towards them menacingly...

The FBI agent immediately shouted, "It's Black..."

Just as he was about to shout out that it was the dark-skinned boy, Hattori Heiji's wooden sword had already pierced through the window.

He knocked the other person's phone out of their hand... and then struck at the other person's neck at an extremely small angle.

The opponent was instantly knocked unconscious.

..........

On the other side, near the residence of Shinichiro Araide.

At the vehicle area... Shuichi Akai sat in the car for a while and lit a cigarette.

His expression was somewhat sorrowful; there was no need for him to rush over.

Based on the FBI agent's final word "black," it's clear that it's the Black Organization.

"Hoo..." He took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke.

His dark green pupils turned cold... The Black Organization, huh...

After killing Carmel, did he go on to kill several of his colleagues?

After learning that Vermouth was planning to impersonate someone and that Carmel had died, he also voluntarily applied to come to Japan.

However, he was ordered to restrict his movements.

Protection is permitted, but proactive attacks are not allowed.

Therefore, when he learned that the Black Organization was planning to attack the Mori family, he sent FBI agents to monitor and protect them.

Perhaps we could use the Mori family as bait to capture a few members of the organization alive.

However, he still underestimated the distillery.

"Shuichi..." A woman with short blonde hair and a typical Western style ran over and got into the car. "How is the Mori family doing?"

"All the people monitoring over there have been taken care of." Shuichi Akai said coldly, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Upon hearing this, Judy's expression changed drastically. "Then... the Mori family."

“It’s not entirely certain yet…” Shuichi Akai’s dark green pupils drooped slightly as he looked at the ground.

For some reason, he dialed the hotline of the Mouri Detective Agency.

pat..

The call is connected.

"Mouri Detective Agency, speak your mind." A deep, cold male voice rang out.

Shuichi Akai frowned. Clearly, the voice didn't belong to Kogoro Mouri. "I'm looking for Detective Mouri..."

"Oh, are you the client?"

A girl's voice came from beside me...

After learning that the Mouri Detective Agency was safe, Shuichi Akai hung up the phone.

"The detective agency...it's alright." Shuichi Akai took a deep breath.

"Could it be that the detective agency is just bait?" Judy asked.

"The situation is unknown... I don't know at the moment." Shuichi Akai stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Since he was discovered... the FBI has had very little intelligence on the Black Organization...

The rest of the undercover agents are not in Japan, but in other countries...

However, the FBI, the public security bureau in Japan, naturally has undercover agents.

Although information about that blond, dark-skinned man is not easy to obtain.

However, Shuichi Akai still managed to learn some information about the organization from the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

'A born evil brat...'

He looked out the window...

"Then, if the Mori Detective Agency is monitoring us..." Judy asked.

“We don’t need to use the surveillance over there anymore,” Shuichi Akai said. “The other side hasn’t been attacked yet; they’re just being used as bait by that organization.”

“The main concern now is Araide Tomoaki,” Shuichi Akai continued. “The target of their disguise is most likely Araide Tomoaki.”

Judy nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

..........

On the other side, Hattori Heiji was reaching out and touching the agent's body.

"I don't have any identification..." Hattori Heiji pulled out a few packs of cigarettes and a lighter, scratching his head.

"They have handguns!" Conan's voice came from inside the car.

After hearing this, Hattori Heiji also climbed into the car.

Upon seeing a handgun, their pupils contracted. "Just as I suspected, these people are very likely the ones who were planning to attack you."

"The Lolock 19m pistol is a compact handgun." Conan took a handkerchief from his pocket and examined the pistol carefully. "It's 9mm caliber, making it easy to conceal and carry..."

"Huh? How come you know everything, kid?" Hattori Heiji stared at Conan suspiciously.

"Hehe..." Conan scratched his head, "I saw all of this on TV."

After saying that, he glanced at Hattori Heiji. This guy is curious about everything. How annoying.

Just like Shinichika...

After drinking, Conan was somewhat delirious and even forgot that he was Shinichi Kudo.

boom...

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted.

dong dong...

Conan clutched his chest, struggling to breathe.

Masaka, no way...

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Heiji Hattori was startled by Conan's appearance and quickly asked.

"Ah!!!" Conan's bones went limp, and he howled in pain.

Hattori Heiji was at a loss for words upon seeing this scene.

What's going on... Could it be a side effect of mixing cephalosporin with alcohol?

Immediately afterwards...

Hattori Heiji's eyes widened once again, staring intently at Conan, who had grown to an abnormally large size.

As his body, bones, and other aspects grew larger, Conan's small clothes naturally burst from the strain of his growth.

The clothes were torn open... and burst outwards.

Snapped!

An unidentified black strip of cloth suddenly shot into Hattori Heiji's face.

Hattori Heiji: "......"