Chapter 1286 Direct Attack! Black Organization Spring/Summer Show

Rice Flower Hotel, this place that once carried countless hatred and regret, morality and law, love and being loved, ushered in another grand event.

TENSE has booked all the hotel rooms and banquet halls. In addition to the press conferences and dinners that have been announced, they have also prepared more complete conference and negotiation services for many partners. Many business and political celebrities who arrived in advance were very impressed by TENSE's hospitality.

But they all forgot that TENSE was actually the "guest" from afar.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, before the press conference even started, many domestic and foreign media reporters had already gathered in the reception hall. They set up cameras, and some were even connected to the TV station.

It can be said that the eyes of the world are focused on the Rice Krispies Hotel and the chairman of TENSE Group who is about to appear.

Suzuki Sonoko stood with Uncle Jiroji on the balcony of the penthouse suite, watching the lively scene downstairs.

Suzuki Jiroyoshi smacked his lips and said with emotion: "As expected of TENSE, this is the first time I have encountered this scene in all my years."

"How is that possible?" Suzuki Sonoko was surprised, "Didn't many guests come when the Suzuki Tower was cutting the ribbon before? There were also the maiden voyage of the Belle Shirley II, the upgraded and opening of the Toto Aquarium, the Lake Rock Art Museum... "

"How can it be the same?! This is a super TV broadcast. No matter where you are in the world, as long as you can watch TV and have an Internet connection, you can witness the press conference held by TENSE today. I want to do something like this again!"

Uncle Jiroji, you just want to make headlines, right?

Suzuki Sonoko laughed dryly and asked in confusion: "But Uncle Jiroji, TENSE is just expanding the Japanese market. Why did it mobilize news media from all over the world to broadcast it live? I guess the World Sports Conference to be held in Japan will be nothing more than that. "

Suzuki Jirokichi didn't seem to know much about this either.

I'm afraid this question also bothers most of the people attending today's meeting.

On the other side, separated only by a wall from the Suzuki family's suite, in an equally luxurious room, there was only one person in the huge space.

Milky white gauze curtains hang on the soft carpet, blocking the dazzling sun outside the window. Only a faint light seeps in, making the room somewhat dim.

A figure was sitting on the sofa, supporting his head with his hands, as if he was taking a nap. The refreshments placed on the coffee table had gone from steaming hot to completely cold, but they remained untouched.

The man wore a neatly ironed white shirt, with metal cuffs on the sleeves that were more decorative. A low-collar vest of the same color made his figure more upright and slender. The scattered black hair has been neatly and elegantly styled with hair oil, and you can smell a faint pine scent if you get closer.

Even with his eyes closed to rest, his frown did not relax, and inconspicuous bruises could still be seen under his modified eyes.

This person is Asano Nobushige who has disappeared from the public eye for nearly a week. Different from the friendly and easy-going person he gave people before, the slightly dressed Asano Nobushige now has a melancholy and elegant temperament.

From some angles, he looks quite similar to Takayanagi Chizuru.

"Jingle Bell--"

The sudden and noisy ringing of the phone tore up the quiet atmosphere, and the noise made Xinfan frown even more. He slowly opened his eyes, a hint of impatience flashed across his eyes, and soon returned to normal.

"Hello?"

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and the man's unique voice floated up and penetrated the ear of the woman on the other side of the phone.

"The press conference is about to start. As today's protagonist, you don't want to be late, right?" Yamada Rokuha reminded with a smile.

In response, Nobumangi responded with just one word: "Oh."

Yamada Liuye hesitated slightly: "As a lady who is about to get engaged, it is very rude to attend a dinner party without a male companion."

Hearing this, Xinfan sneered: "It seems that Miss Liuye is looking forward to tonight."

"Isn't that the same for you?" Yamada Rokuha counterattacked unceremoniously, "Rum has arrived, don't let them wait too long."

After saying that, Nobuhiro's female companion, who had a bit of a lady-like temper, hung up the phone angrily, and the silence in the room instantly returned to what it should have been.

Nobushige put down the receiver, stood up and faced the window.

Because of the curtains, he could only vaguely see the blue sky outside. Just like the unknown future, it was blocked by thick fog and could not see clearly. He could only cross the river by feeling the stones.

But so what?

The so-called barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes. Nobuhiro has nothing now, but maybe he can burst out the momentum and determination to fight to the death.

He straightened the tie at his collarbone, took down the tuxedo from the hanger nearby, and was fully dressed in less than a minute.

At exactly this moment, a person pretending to be a waiter at the Rice Krispies Hotel knocked on the door: "Mr. Asano, it's almost time."

Xinfan didn't answer, opened the door and walked out.

As luck would have it, he happened to bump into Suzuki Sonoko who had just gone out.

Seeing him, Suzuki Sonoko's eyes suddenly lit up and she hurriedly called him: "Mr. Asano!"

Nobushige turned his head to look at her, but he didn't mean to stop to say hello. He just nodded gently to Suzuki Sonoko out of politeness, then turned around and left.

Suzuki Sonoko looked at Asano Nobushige's leaving figure and frowned in confusion.

"Really, if I had known there would be no auction, I wouldn't have come to drown in this muddy water." Suzuki Jirokichi cursed and walked out, "Huh? Sonoko, why don't you go down?"

"Ah!" Suzuki Sonoko came to her senses and said sheepishly, "I just met an acquaintance, but he didn't seem to want to talk to me."

"Huh? Someone actually dares to ignore our garden?!" Suzuki Jiro Yoshigo's emotions were aroused by these words. He was gearing up and wanted to cut that bold guy into pieces immediately.

Suzuki Sonoko quickly reassured her uncle: "It's okay, he looks very busy. Besides, he's wearing a dress and he should be attending the dinner, so I'll say hello to him the same way."

However, Suzuki Jirokichi's focus has always been different. Suzuki Sonoko's words made him wary: "He? Which kid dares to ignore you and let you come up to say hello?"

Suzuki Sonoko: "...Okay, okay, the press conference is about to start, let's get down quickly!"

…

The press conference hall was crowded with people. The conference arranged about a hundred seats, which was not enough. At least half of the reporters could only stand nearby.

There is a row of comfortable leather sofas in the first row of the press area, which is the top floor of TENSE. A podium and microphone are set up in front of the screen to answer reporters' questions and make speeches. In addition, there is a circle of facilities around the hall similar to opera hall box stands for participating partners to watch the press conference.

The location of the Suzuki Foundation is on the second floor of the stands, opposite them is the Ooka family in Kyoto.

"Huh, those guys are here too!" Suzuki Jirokichi exhaled heavily and crossed his arms, seemingly reluctantly.

Suzuki Sonoko was lying on the edge of the stands, looking at the press conference with piercing eyes: "It's so exaggerated, it's hard to imagine that this is just a press conference!"

"I'm afraid it's more than a simple press conference." Suzuki Jirokichi said calmly while flipping through a booklet similar to a program.

"What's wrong?" Suzuki Sonoko came over.

Suzuki Jirokichi turned the booklet outside and brought it to Suzuki Sonoko's eyes.

The booklet describes the process of the press conference and dinner, and one line in it is particularly eye-catching - the engagement ceremony of the president of the Asia Pacific region of TENSE Group.

"This, this, this..." Suzuki Sonoko's eyes widened in disbelief, "Is TENSE planning to make full use of a dinner party to solve all activities?"

As guests, they don't even know the identity of this mysterious Asia-Pacific president, but they already need to attend his engagement ceremony?

Suzuki Jiroyoshi shook his head and said: "I can't understand the thoughts of Chairman TENSE more and more."

"Speaking of which, Uncle Jiroji, do you know the chairman of TENSE? I only heard that he seems to be a Japanese-American."

"I don't know. But TENSE seems to have some connection with the Karasuma family from before."

Because he also likes to collect art, Suzuki Jirokichi has an unexpectedly deep understanding of Karasuma Renya. Even the police didn't know about the connection between TENSE and Karasuma Renye, but he vaguely knew something.

Suzuki Sonoko became more and more curious: "Will their chairman show up at such an important press conference?"

There is also Mr. Asano. It looked like he was coming down to attend the press conference just now, but Sonoko Suzuki did not find him among the surrounding guests.

But when Kogoro Mouri walked into the reception hall with his daughter and Conan, Sonoko Suzuki caught it at a glance.

She waved desperately to Mao Lilan and finally caught Mao Lilan's attention.

"Ah, it's Yuanzi, she's upstairs!"

"The Suzuki Foundation, the Ooka family, the Kikukawa family, the Eshou family... Tsk, even Director Hakuba's son was invited. It's really scary. The TENSE Group can make celebrities from all walks of life in Japan obediently attend appointments. This TENSE Group is really just what it seems on the surface. Is it simple?”

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Conan knew who it was without turning around: "Brother Heiji, long time no see, have you received an invitation too?"

Kudo Shinichi's pretense of tenderness obviously amused Hattori Heiji. He took the opportunity to touch Conan's furry head: "Yes, yes, even I, a famous detective from Kansai, was invited, why don't you meet the savior of the Metropolitan Police Department?" Where is Kudo Shinichi’s figure?”

Hearing this, Mao Lilan was a little disappointed: "Yes, Shinichi still seems unwilling to show up."

"Tch, that kid must have gone to find his parents!" Mouri Kogoro picked up the cocktail from the waiter's plate and drank it down.

"Ah, Dad, please drink less!"

"It's okay, you won't get drunk with high-end wine." As he said that, Mouri Kogoro finished another glass.

"Speaking of which, even if these second and third generations were invited because of their personal abilities, in the eyes of most people they are still linked to their origins." Conan said with emotion as he looked at the lively venue.

Hattori Heiji curled his lips in deep understanding: "Japan's hereditary system is deeply ingrained and cannot be changed so easily."

Just like him, although he has been working hard to get rid of the label of "Hattori Heizo's son", and even won the title of "Kansai's famous detective" with his reasoning ability, as long as he goes to the crime scene, others will think of him for the first time. I still have the impression that he is the son of the Osaka Police Headquarters Chief.

Conan suddenly remembered that the last time he talked about Japan's hereditary system was with Asano Haibara Ai. At that time, they were also invited to attend a press conference, and Mr. Asano was also not present.

But at that time, although the future was uncertain, Conan was very confident. He knew that he would be able to restore Kudo Shinichi's identity. But it's different now. Mr. Asano's whereabouts are unknown, the organization is still as solid as an iron barrel, his parents are missing, Haibara Ai is in a depression, and he seems to have no hope for the future.

Rei Fangtani, who is known as the son of the police chief, is dormant in the corner of the reception hall, watching the lively scene.

Kazami Yuya followed him and said worriedly: "The influence of TENSE is so terrible. As long as someone throws a missile at the Rice Krispies Hotel, Japan's future will be completely destroyed."

Rei Fukitani frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?! Just a few thousand people at the Rice Krispies Hotel can decide the future of 120 million people in Japan?"

Yuya immediately fell silent when he saw the wind.

Mr. Fukitani has become erratic and unstable since he had a quarrel with Mr. Asano. He should say less.

In fact, Jiangu Ling already noticed something was wrong when he first entered the game.

After all, he had worked at the Rice Flower Hotel for a period of time and had a certain understanding of the employees and management here, but all the waiters, security guards, and managers who appeared in his eyes today were not the same people as before. Fangtani Zero even saw one or two familiar faces - he was pretty sure those people were members of the organization.

His main purpose of attending the banquet today has been achieved. TENSE is indeed a minion of the organization. What he urgently needs to figure out now is what exactly the organization wants to do with the banquet.

A stylish black Porsche 356A made a not-so-pretty tail-wag in front of the Rice Flower Hotel - the classic car is old, so that's understandable.

The driver in black clothes, black hat and black sunglasses got out of the car, opened the door respectfully, and ushered out a slender figure with long flowing hair.

Everyone onlookers felt disappointed when they saw him.

Alas, it would be nice if she was a beautiful girl with silver hair, but she is a strong and cold man!

Feeling the unfriendly eyes around him, the air pressure around Gin dropped even lower. He put his hand into his pocket and gripped the butt of the gun tightly, causing veins to pop out.

Seeing this, Vodka quickly reminded him in a low voice beside him: "Brother, that gentleman attaches great importance to today's banquet and has given many orders not to let us do anything."

"Shut up, I know!" Gin warned fiercely.

In contrast, Belmode, who often appears on the red carpet and in the spotlight, is much calmer.

She wore a royal blue dress with high slits, which showed off her charming sexiness. Her wavy golden hair was draped casually on her shoulders, making her skin fairer.

Belmod was also holding a stern man's arm. The man's face was as tough as a knife, and he had a cold temperament that would repel people thousands of miles away. He seemed to have no interest in the noisy banquet. Even if the female companion beside him was charming and charming, it could not arouse his interest at all.

"Hey, Rai, there are reporters taking pictures of us. What do you think of this pose?"

Akai Shuichi calmly pushed Bellmode aside and walked into the venue on his own.

Sorry, he has a girlfriend.