Chapter 1326 All Forces

"So you came to the United States for a commission?"

After listening to Mouri Kogoro's story, Nobushige felt a little strange, "There are so many private detectives in the United States, why did Mr. Rick go all the way to hire a Japanese detective?"

"Maybe it's because I'm famous." Mouri Kogoro said confidently.

"Brother Asano, you are suspicious..."

Nobushige shook his head gently and did not tell Conan his doubts. But Conan is such a smart man. He didn't need to say anything. Conan, who knew most of the truth from his father, had already guessed it.

"But why did they attack the TENSE Group?" Conan changed the subject, "The two bombings that occurred today were all aimed at you, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Many of the guests attending the conference are elites from all walks of life, and even politicians. Maybe TENSE is the innocent victim."

Conan glanced at Nobuhiro and said angrily: "Then how do you explain the explosion in the TENSE Building in New York?

It can't be an accidental injury this time, right?

"Who knows?" Nobutushige expressed his perfunctory and sophistry attitude to the extreme. "Now is a critical moment for the general election, and TENSE is a large taxpayer. Any disturbance may affect the general election situation."

Conan: "..."

"Ah, Mr. Rick sent over the list of suspects." Mouri Kogoro didn't care about the conversation between Asano Nobushige and Conan, he only cared about his commission and the small money.

"So fast?"

"It appears that Mr. Rick is not as completely unsuspecting a candidate as he claims."

However, when Kogoro Mori opened the attachment of the email, he regretted it.

"Did Rick Hawkins copy his family's genealogy?" Mouri Kogoro was stunned.

"No..." Mao Lilan was shocked, "There are not so many people in the family tree."

It was indeed a list, and to facilitate Kogoro Mori's investigation, the identities and addresses of some of the people were even indicated in the notes. However, the list was so long that Kogoro Mouri's phone froze when he opened it.

"It's too, too scary... When will this be investigated?"

Nobushige looked at the time and said to Mouri Kogoro: "You can investigate slowly. I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Mouri Kogoro originally didn't expect Asano Nobushige to help, after all, they are no longer a cooperative relationship.

However, before leaving, Nobushige still handed a business card to the uncle: "A friend of mine has some connections in the United States. If you need help, you can ask him for help."

Mouri Kogoro was not polite to him and accepted the business card generously.

Mao Lilan sighed quietly: "Mr. Asano is really busy now. It's difficult to even meet with him."

"Stop talking about him, aren't we busy?" Mouri Kogoro had a headache looking at the list. "Let's investigate one by one. The first person seems to be Rick Hawkins' original partner."

"Oops!" Conan pretended to suddenly remember, "I left my glasses in the room, I have to go back and get them!"

"Hey, wait!"

Conan ignored Mao Lilan's call and ran out quickly.

Mao Lilan expressed confusion: "Aren't the glasses just on his nose?"

After using lame excuses to get over it, Conan left the restaurant and caught up with Asano Nobushige who had not gone far.

"Brother Asano!"

When Nobuhiro saw him, his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.

"President?"

Nobushige waved his hand, signaling the secretary to step away.

"yes."

The secretaries and bodyguards followed the instructions and retreated far away, leaving the space for Asano Nobushige to talk.

In the eyes of these ordinary employees, President Asano is absolutely the one who speaks the truth in the group.

In fact, this is indeed the case. That person basically doesn't care about anything, and Rum gives Mescal a high degree of freedom. Now Nobushige can basically dominate the organization - as long as he doesn't touch the bottom line between that person and Rum.

Due to the possibility that walls have ears, Conan did not speak too clearly: "My uncle and I want to go to Broadway to watch a musical tomorrow night. Brother Asano, do you want to come with us?"

"I am very busy."

"But I heard that tomorrow night's musical will feature many well-known artists. If you miss this time, it may be difficult to see it again. If it's TENSE, it should be easy to get tickets, right?"

"Which show are you talking about?" Nobushige asked, "Maybe the organizer is TENSE."

Conan took out his mobile phone and showed Asano Nobushige what was on the screen: "This is what I saw on TV."

"This theater is not TENSE's property, but..." Nobuhiro looked at the secretary who was always paying attention to him. The secretary immediately came over, "Buy three box tickets for the musical at 9 o'clock tomorrow night. The tickets will be sent directly to... "

"1703, we live in 1703!" Conan replied.

"yes."

Their conversation was short, and after confirming the purchase of tickets, Nobushige said goodbye to Conan and continued his work.

Conan stayed where he was, watching the changing numbers in the elevator with deep eyes.

Mr. Asano's situation does not seem to be as glamorous as it seems. And he was sure of one thing, the organization really wanted to do something with these recent cases.

…

Quantico, Virginia, USA

This is a small town located on the Potomac River, with less than five hundred permanent residents, beautiful scenery and beautiful environment.

However, it is also the location of the U.S. Marine Corps Base, Marine Corps University, FBI Academy, FBI Laboratory and other important military and government facilities.

FBI National Agent Academy——

James Blake left through the gate surrounded by several FBI agents.

He was accompanied by an acquaintance - Ariane Swann.

"How's it going?" James asked Swann with a smile, "Is there any student you like?"

Ariane frowned: "They are all excellent, but truly powerful agents are not selected from school, but are polished after years of practical work experience."

"What you said is correct, but they need to study here for a period of time before being exposed to real agent tasks."

Five months is the distance between an ordinary American citizen and an FBI agent. But as Ariane Swann said, becoming an agent is only the first step.

Ariane looked at James and wondered: "Why did you bring me here? Since I have resigned from the FBI, I will not come back."

"Don't be nervous. Of course I know what you are thinking, but the road to revenge is not yours alone. You need helpers."

"Only those fledgling students?"

Maybe Ariane is younger than those students, but his ability is definitely above them, not to mention that it is absolutely stupid to play numerical suppression with the organization.

James said slowly: "This group of students will graduate soon, and they will all be the backbone of the FBI in the future. Letting them assist you is also to cultivate talents for the FBI. This is a win-win situation, so you don't have to feel psychological pressure."

Ariane sneered: "What kind of psychological pressure do I have? It's you. If they die because they are too useless, don't blame me!"

"Of course, agents are inherently dangerous professions. They learned how to sacrifice as early as the first lesson."

There was a faint smile in James Blake's eyes, but Ariane felt cold all over as he looked at it.

He was a former FBI agent, so of course he was mentally prepared for these things, but how could James Blake say such things so coldly? Those newcomers who are just starting out are also living people. Being aware does not mean that leaders can waste their lives in vain!

"Mr. Black!" A middle-aged man with a Western face suddenly stopped him. It seemed that he was also an FBI agent.

"Mr. Angus." James seemed familiar with the man and greeted him.

The man named Angus took a few steps closer and whispered a few words in James' ear.

James' expression suddenly became serious: "I know, I will deal with it."

After the man left, Ariane asked his doubts: "What's wrong?"

"The TENSE Group building in New York was bombed, and Washington handed this case to me." James said calmly, "I may have to go to New York temporarily."

"What about the students you sent me?"

"You should be able to handle it on your own, okay?"

"Of course. But..."

"That's no problem. According to our intelligence, Mescal is in Washington now. You should already have an idea on how to achieve your goal. Just go ahead and do it. Although you have resigned from the FBI, the FBI will still Support you."

Ariane Swann lowered his head slightly: "Why are you helping me? Targeting Mezcal is not the FBI's decision, right?"

Especially Judy, who knows Mescal's identity, will definitely try her best to prevent the FBI from taking action against Mescal. In this situation, James Blake remained steadfastly on his side, much to Aryan's confusion.

"I said it before." James smiled, "The FBI will make the evildoers get the consequences they deserve."

These words were so high-sounding that Ariane had no need to continue questioning.

But...he must avenge his sister.

The sister who had been dependent on each other since childhood, the best sister in the world, died in the hands of Mescal. If she didn't take revenge, even if she died, Ariane would not be able to face her sister.

…

On the night when the TENSE Group headquarters building was attacked, Nobuhiro gave an impassioned speech at a press conference.

The purpose of the speech prepared by Rum for him was very clear, which was to blame the U.S. police for failing to fulfill their responsibilities in protecting citizens and domestic businesses. To be more serious, the target was directly directed at the director of the FBI.

According to regulations, such cross-state violent crime cases are usually turned over to the FBI for investigation, but this is not always the case.

When the victim TENSE group stated that they could not trust the FBI, it was time for another agency that could not be ignored to intervene.

That agency has a resounding name—the U.S. Department of Homeland Security.

After the press conference, it didn’t take long for Epcott’s phone call to come through.

"I listened to your speech, it was really majestic!" Epcott joked, "Even the FBI was said to be useless by you. After all, you are still in the United States, aren't you afraid that the FBI will send agents to assassinate you?"

Nobuhiro said indifferently: "If they really have that ability, then come, I welcome them."

"As expected of you."

"Epcot." Nobuhiro suddenly recalled someone's code name.

"What's wrong?"

"Some things may not be as they seem, you know, right?"

Epcott frowned: "What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly say such a thing?"

"No, it's just something I feel."

Epcott was loyal to Rum because his parents were killed by Dr. Agasa and Kudo Yusaku. But according to the list that Gin found, the truth didn't seem to be the case.

Her parents did die seventeen years ago, but the murderer was not necessarily Kudo Yusaku.

Many of the members of the organization who were eliminated by Rum at the time had family members who were still in the organization, and they were all forces worth fighting for.

Some who are less dangerous and are willing to become tainted witnesses can also provide security for their lives after the organization's collapse. What's more, according to the danger level of Noah's Ark, the world order, which is very likely to be in a state of "post-disaster reconstruction", probably doesn't have the time to care so much.

Just like World War II, except for a few felons, the ending of most war criminals was not miserable.

While Asano Nobuhige and Yamada Rokuha, the unmarried couple, were "flirting", Gin, who was far away in Japan, was really not in a good mood.

"Brother," Vodka asked tremblingly, "Didn't our mission be completed beautifully? Why did you..."

"boom--"

Gin smashed the hood of the car next to him in a circle - the anti-theft alarm was violently damaged by someone before it could even go off.

Vodka: "..."

He'd better say less. The eldest brother is obviously in a bad mood now.

"Mezcal!" Gin gritted his teeth and cursed someone, "He'd better protect himself from being killed by Rum in the United States! Otherwise, when he returns to Japan, I will let him know what hell is!"

Vodka is not impressed.

Who wouldn’t say harsh words? The eldest brother is irritated by Mescal every day, but after so long, isn't Mescal still alive and well, and has even become the boss of the eldest brother.

But Vodka was still a little confused: "Brother, what did Mezcal do again?"

Gin took a deep breath to calm his irritable mood: "That bastard actually wants me to help him get help from those scum!"

"dross?"

"They are the relatives of the members who were persecuted by Rum seventeen years ago." Gin softened a little, "Speaking of which, Ireland should have been one of them."

"What does Mezcal want those people for?"

Gin snorted coldly: "What else can we do? It's just using these people to deal with Rum."

Yes, this is Nobuhiro's purpose.

To make good use of Gin, the only reason is to suppress Rum and support the BOSS. Likewise, these winery natives won’t switch sides easily. Rather than letting them completely switch sides, it is better to use them to deal with Rum, split the organization, and create conditions for the red side's actions.

Gin's task is to win over these people, while Nobushige has to select truly effective "taint witnesses" among them.