Detective Conan: Beika Town's Complete Transformation into Los Santos

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Ground police were unable to provide immediate support, so helicopters arrived.

The pre-arranged snipers were no longer of any use, as Ireland transferred Calvados to shoot down helicopters in the air.

If the shot is accurate enough, helicopters don't actually pose much of a threat.

At present, the authorities are still hesitant to launch a large-scale offensive due to fear of repercussions, and those helicopters have essentially only served a deterrent purpose.

Ireland is not afraid of intimidation.

Official rear command center.

boom--!

The table was slammed loudly by the strong and powerful Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

"Who exactly are these people? Why are they still stammering like this?!"

He was the superintendent of the First Investigation Division, and theoretically he shouldn't be in charge here, but no one of higher rank came over; they were just controlling things remotely.

He just couldn't understand it. The police clearly knew some of the inside story, but they were reluctant to explain.

"The origins of these people are not important. What we need to do now is to quickly suppress the unrest and control the damage and public opinion."

The person from the Ministry of Public Security was naturally Tooru Amuro.

In terms of rank, he was a head shorter than Matsumoto Kiyoshi.

He shouldn't have been the one to step forward here, but his superiors were unwilling to do so.

Amuro Tooru stared into Matsumoto Kiyonaga's eyes. "I'm pretty sure that the information the Public Security Bureau has isn't very helpful to the current situation, so we can ignore it."

"..." Matsumoto Kiyoshi's anger continued to grow.

Amuro Tooru continued, "This group is clearly premeditated and organized. I suggest that both sides join forces with the SAT to take swift and decisive action, and stop worrying about anything else."

"It's pointless to reason with these people; they won't listen, and continuing to negotiate is just a waste of time."

Matsumoto Kiyoshi glared at him. "That sounds nice, but these people don't even spare civilians. If there's a real firefight, who knows how many more people will die? Who will take responsibility for that?"

The police have had a poor reputation in recent years.

If any more problems arise today, they will all be scolded to the point of committing seppuku as an apology.

And aren't police officers' lives also lives?

Their job is to investigate criminal cases, not to fight terrorists!

At the opportune moment, the SAT commander spoke up, "Our provisional operational plan is almost complete; we can wait a little longer."

"Counter-terrorism is our duty; you can assist us from the sidelines."

Amuro Tooru was genuinely anxious.

He didn't want Lin Che to reveal his strength, didn't want too many casualties, and didn't want public opinion to escalate.

But you always have to give up some things.

The SAT commander, as if listening to a report, continued, "We've roughly figured it out: a large number of terrorists are hiding in the houses on both sides of the street."

"Considering public opinion, these houses cannot be blown up. I will lead people to sneak in gradually."

"You can put pressure on the terrorists from the front to cover our operations."

Matsumoto Kiyoshi nodded. "Isn't parachuting in feasible?"

The SAT commander gave a dismissive look, saying, "There are large numbers of terrorists loitering on both sides of the street. It's difficult to search densely populated areas. The work is still ongoing, but the men I sent out have already encountered the enemy."

"There's no point in parachuting in; the operational environment is too small. It would just be walking into a trap."

"And they also have snipers."

Amuro Tooru thought for a moment and reminded him, "The operation must be swift. There may still be a group of terrorists hiding who have not yet been discovered."

He only saw Ireland, not Gin.

He had been completely cut off from communication within the organization and did not believe that only Ireland was involved in this operation.

With the operation confirmed, nearly ten minutes had passed.

The fighting between the two sides was suspended during this period.

However, all the members of the organization that Ireland sent to target Lin Che perished.

The reason Lin Che is still holding back from going out to unleash his full power is entirely because he is unsure of Gin's location.

He hoped to use official channels to force Gin to act prematurely, or to reveal some of his methods in advance.

As soon as Lin Che can pinpoint Gin's location, he will immediately take action.

The rest of the people are not important at all.

But Gin didn't come.

In the organization's base.

Gin continued sipping his wine with his legs crossed, while simultaneously informing Ireland of the official plan to prepare them for any eventuality.

It wasn't that there were still undercover agents working, it's just that he could easily guess it.

His forte is commanding from the rear.

"Gin, what exactly do you mean by this?!"

At this moment, Rena Mizunashi, who was bound like a rice dumpling, roared again.

Gin glanced at him and sneered:

“Kier, it’s not that I have a problem with you, it’s just that there are far more rats in the organization than I imagined, even many times more.”

"Under these circumstances, I really can't think of you as a good person."

"That's not right either."

He got up and walked to Rena Mizunashi, looking down at her.

"Your background indicates you're a good person."

"Tell me, which organization's spy are you?"

Chapter 184 The Tragic Mizunashi Rena

Rena Mizunashi's experience with the real-name registration system is truly tragic.

She was doing a good job as an undercover agent when, out of nowhere, Lin Che, an even more inexplicable person, came to her door and she was forced to become a triple agent.

Before she could even adjust to her new identity, Gin summoned her to the organization's base under the pretext of an operation. Without saying a word, he slapped her twice and tied her up tightly with rope.

Rena Mizunashi was completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened.

She was even prepared to lose her virginity, feeling that Gin had finally lost his temper and was about to make his move on her.

Gin insisted that she was an undercover agent.

Although she is indeed an undercover agent, you still have to give a reason!

What kind of reasons did Gin just give?!

In that case, what did her father's desperate cover-up amount to?

Does he have perseverance?!

Rena Mizunashi stared intently at Gin. "I don't know what news you've heard this time, but I'm really not an undercover agent!"

"What have I done over the years that has caused you to misunderstand me?"

"Don't forget, my father..."

Gin waved his hand to interrupt Rena Mizunashi, then sat back down in his previous seat and took a big gulp of sake.

"I'll give you a chance. If you admit you're an undercover agent, I'll let you leave safely."

"On the contrary, if you don't confess, I will kill you."

Rena Mizunashi was filled with questions.

No.

Are you crazy?!

Why don't you take a look at what you're saying?

Is he driven mad by catching mice?

Admitting to being an undercover agent is tantamount to suicide.

Even if he doesn't admit to being an undercover agent, Gin will still kill himself.

The key issue is that Rena Mizunashi is still tied up, so she can't even manage a one-for-one trade; she's completely stuck here.

Gin's mentality has become quite pathological.

He continued to smile, coaxing, "Your silence, in my opinion, is enough to confirm your undercover identity."

Gin took out his gun and fiddled with it repeatedly. "But I don't want to kill you with one shot yet. What I said earlier still stands."

"As long as you admit your undercover identity, I will let you leave safely."

"You have two minutes left."

Despite Gin's smile and relaxed tone.

But the atmosphere inside the room was still freezing cold.

Rena Mizunashi really couldn't understand what Gin was doing.

suddenly.

Her phone moved.

Even the slightest vibration was clearly audible in the quiet room.

Gin casually took out his phone and glanced at it; it was a text message from an unknown number.

The text message caused his expression to change slightly, but a moment later a cold smile returned to his face.

Where is Gin? Do you have any news?

Given that no single organization would plant multiple spies within its ranks, Gin couldn't imagine any force inquiring about his location at this time.

Except for Lin Che.

"I didn't expect you to be in contact with that guy."

Gin typed with one hand, replying to the text message on behalf of Rena Mizunashi.

【I have no idea. 】

He still respected Lin Che quite a bit, believing that deception was of little use and would inevitably be exposed.

Considering Rena Mizunashi's proper position, she shouldn't even know where she is.

As for directly telling the truth to lure Lin Che over...

The base is almost empty, so there's no point in luring people here. Just proceed according to the original plan.

Thinking about this, Gin suddenly realized another problem.

Besides being infiltrated by intelligence agencies from various countries, Lin Che was also trying to recruit spies to serve him—after all, Mizunashi Rena had been in the organization for many years and couldn't have been Lin Che's person from the beginning.

If that's the case, was Vermouth deliberately trying to alienate him from the organization that day?

But then Gin thought about it again and realized something was wrong.

Vermouth told him the truth: the organization had reached this point of complete loss of control, yet that person was nowhere to be found, and even the daily emails had stopped.

Even if that person didn't refuse to care but died suddenly, Rum shouldn't just disappear into silence.

All current events indicate that he has indeed abandoned the existing organization.

As for Rum's stance and position... it is still unclear.

"I am indeed a CIA undercover agent."

At this moment, under immense pressure, Rena Mizunashi finally couldn't help but speak.

There's no point in dragging this out any longer.