Chapter 1331 Lang Mu, that Damn Old Bastard

"That's it."

Rick Hawkins nodded. His interest in Ogawa Yumatsu seemed to disappear quickly, and he was never mentioned again.

But a moment later, Mouri Kogoro suddenly slapped his head and suddenly realized: "Ogawa drove the car away, how can we go back soon??"

"Uh..." Conan obviously hadn't considered this issue, but he never regarded this kind of thing as a problem.

Rick laughed: "Well, I'll take you back. By the way, I also want to hear about the progress of the investigation."

If Mouri Kogoro could make any progress in the investigation, he thanked him while thinking about how to deal with it.

…

Japan·Tokyo

It was already early in the morning, but the police station was a brightly lit and bustling scene. This kind of thing seems a bit abnormal even in the current chaotic situation.

What's even more strange is that although most people still stick to their posts, there is no chaos in the building. Everyone stayed at their workstations calmly and honestly, without even saying a single unnecessary word.

In this strangely serious atmosphere, a pair of leather shoes stepped on the freshly waxed floor, and the soles of the shoes rubbed against the floor, making an unpleasant sound.

He walked straight to an office at the end of the corridor and knocked on the closed door.

The knock on the door was clear and clear, echoing in the empty corridor, but no one answered for a while.

"Aren't you here?" The man murmured softly, seeming to be troubled by this matter.

"Are you looking for Mr. Furuya?"

The force on his shoulders and the sound in his ears made the man look back - he saw a young police officer standing behind him with a polite smile on his face.

"Yes, is he not here?"

"Mr. Furutani seems to have something to do. He left right after work today." At this point, the police officer seemed a little surprised. "I remember it very clearly, because it is rare for Mr. Furutani to get off work on time."

Everyone in the security bureau knows that although Rei Fangtani has great work flexibility and often goes out to investigate during working hours, he rarely arrives late and leaves early. He seems to be very fond of working overtime, so much so that many normal police officers think that he does not come home all day long. Home - the normal here refers to the kind of people who work overtime normally. Rei Furatani had already arrived at work before they came, and Rei Furatani had not left yet when they arranged to go to the izakaya in twos and threes after work.

"I understand." The man nodded slightly and showed a cold attitude towards the enthusiastic police officer, "Why are you still here?"

"Ah?" The police officer was confused, "I-I'll leave right away!"

He didn't know why he was afraid of a strange "little old man". Well, maybe he shouldn't call him an old man, but at first glance, he looked like an extremely boring guy, no different from an old man from the Showa era.

The "little old man" looked at the police officer's leaving figure and shook his head helplessly.

Japan's future seems particularly worrying.

He took a note and a ballpoint pen from the workstation next to him, scrawled a few lines, and then stuffed the note into the gap in the bulletin board in Rei Furitani's office.

Ordinary police officers in that kind of place wouldn't notice, but if it was Jiang Guling, they would be able to detect it immediately.

…

On the spacious streets of Washington, a plain-looking car sped past, followed by a bunch of police cars.

This scene feels a bit like a police movie, but it still lacks something - such as a cool sports car and a bright and sexy girl.

Nobuhiro, the underworld boss, was indeed a bit frustrated. He was huddled in a cramped car with no female companion, no cigar in his hand, and no sunglasses on his nose.

Nobushige raised his hand to look at the time while driving the vehicle into the narrow alley.

There were only six minutes and eleven seconds left before the half hour prescribed by Matsuda Jinpei, but he had not yet shaken off these annoying notes.

Ah, you can't be so into the drama, you have to calm down.

It's all because he stayed in Japan for too long, and for a moment he forgot how free the police in free America really are.

To be honest, even if he was racing near the official residence of the Japanese Prime Minister or the Imperial Palace, he would not cause such a big commotion. As far as he knew, this kind of plot could only happen if Kidd and Officer Nakamori were enemies who fell in love and killed each other.

Great, only six minutes left.

And he is still far away from the hotel...

Nobushige moved his gaze back from the window.

Sometimes it's good not to know so clearly, otherwise he might give up his plan to get back to the hotel on time any minute now - because it's almost impossible.

suddenly! A dazzling white light lit up in front!

Nobushige swore that he never thought that the high beams of a police car could be so bright during the day, and they almost blinded him.

Hello! The use of high-beam headlights is prohibited on urban roads. Do you have the skills? !

Nobushige slammed on the brakes just as he was about to hit the police car.

Now it's better, there is a wolf in front and a tiger behind, and there are high walls of buildings on both sides. He seems to have been caught in a trap!

Soon two policemen got out of the police car in front. They raised their guns and shouted something, and they kept approaching Nobuhiro.

Of course Nobuhiro understands English, but this kind of English that is mixed with an unknown dialect is not within the scope of his cognition. It's also possible that the police officers had no intention of getting him to understand.

Do you want to be captured obediently?

Do not make jokes!

Nobuhiro held the steering wheel with his left hand and rested his right hand on the back of the seat. He turned sideways and stared at the situation behind him through the rear windshield.

Of course, this was actually unnecessary because he didn't care about the police car parked behind him.

Press the clutch, shift into gear, accelerator...

In the eyes of the police, the car that had been parked there because the criminal gave up resistance suddenly reversed backwards at a terrifying acceleration!

Is this guy crazy? ! !

No matter what the police thought, Nobuhiro drove hard into the nose of the police car. However, he didn't have any intention of stopping, so he backed the police car like crazy and exited the narrow alley.

It was obviously the first time for the policemen in the car behind to encounter such an unreasonable criminal that they did not take any measures at all and just allowed Nobuhiro to flee the scene arrogantly.

If it were Nobushige himself, he would probably immediately step on the accelerator to compete with his opponent. Anyway, the car has four wheels and it won't fall over. He wants to see who is so capable.

After completely getting rid of the police, Nobuhiro looked at the time again - there were still three minutes and twenty-five seconds left.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, and quickly stepped on the accelerator to the maximum level, taking a small road and speeding towards the hotel.

Perhaps the god of fate was finally willing to favor him a little today. Nobuhiro finally jumped into his room in the last five seconds of the countdown.

Yes, Yue, in order to avoid possible trouble, he climbed out of the room from the window in the corridor downstairs.

Although Nobuhiro sat down all the way, the final journey back to his room still took a lot of energy from him and left him panting slightly.

Nobuhiro didn't have time to rest. He quickly put away the mess he had made before and put on the tracker he had thrown into the refrigerator.

Adjusting breathing and heart rate is also a required course for agents. He can restore himself to normal several times faster than ordinary people.

Almost at the same time, the doorbell rang.

"Have you packed up, Nobushige-kun?" Yamada Rokuha's voice came from outside the door.

Why is that woman here?

Nobuhiro let his voice be tainted with a hint of sleepiness: "It's so noisy."

Yamada Rokuha: "..."

She took a deep breath and forced herself to smile peacefully: "If you don't come out, those guys will probably break down the door. You know they don't need a search warrant, right?"

them?

In fact, Nobuhiro didn't know anything at first, but through Epcott's words, he already had a vague guess.

The person who came here is not kind!

A few seconds later, Nobuhiro reluctantly opened the door.

Epcott breathed a heavy sigh of relief, but soon, when she saw Nobuhiro's slovenly appearance, she showed a look of astonishment: "Are you kidding? You just combed your hair in half an hour." hair??"

To describe Nobuhiro in front of him as unkempt is to look down upon him.

Nobuhiro was wearing a loose bathrobe that didn't fit him well, and he had slippers on his feet. There were even indentations left by the pillow on his face. With a sleepy look, he knew what he was doing just now.

As for the only hairstyle that’s relatively neat—

Xinfan tugged at his hair and was speechless.

In fact, the reason his hair is so neat is because he forgot to mess it up. However, because he changed clothes in a hurry, his hairstyle was actually not that neat.

"Have you taken the gunpowder?" Nobuhiro replied not to be outdone, "As your fiancé, I have to remind you that this is not how a lady behaves."

Epcot opened his mouth slightly, wanting to argue something, but in the end it only turned into an accusation: "Aren't you surprised that I came all the way to the United States to find you?"

Nobuhiro: "???"

Listening to what Epcott had just said about his appearance, he thought he would have been surprised half an hour ago.

So what exactly did Matsuda Jinpei do?

"Surprised, very surprised." Xinfan said perfunctorily, "So where are those guys?"

Epcott knew what he was talking about and immediately replied: "It's downstairs. If I can't wake you up this time, they will come up and break down the door."

"Then let's go."

After that, Nobushige took the lead and walked towards the elevator.

Behind him, Epcott's eyes widened in astonishment: "Hey, are you just going over there?"

"What if?"

"..."

When Nobushige appeared in the conference room with such a casual attitude, the serious guys sitting inside all showed the same expression as Epcot. But they were more able to keep their composure than Epcot and didn't express any opinions about Nobuhiro's appearance.

"Mr. Asano." The person at the head stretched out his hand towards Nobushige and introduced himself, "I am NSA Special Investigator Rez Fox."

Xinfan asked with a smile in his eyes: "No Such Agency?"

Rez Fox paused, then said calmly: "Yes."

No Such Agency, literally meaning [there is no such agency], is a nickname given to the US National Security Agency based on its overly secretive status.

Seeing the NSA investigator who called himself Rez Fox, Nobuhiro's mentality was not as calm as he showed.

The NSA has the largest number of employees who are experts in the fields of computers and mathematics, and their abilities and acumen in this area are far beyond those of the CIA or FBI.

Nobushige was very worried about whether Matsuda Jinpei's little tricks could be hidden from them.

especially--

Rez Fox turned slightly sideways and guided Nobuhiro's eyes to the Indian face next to him: "This is Commissioner Imran Bellomo of DHS. We are responsible for investigating you."

DHS Department of Homeland Security - a department established after the 9/11 incident that is responsible for domestic security and preventing terrorist attacks.

Of course, this is nothing.

"Investigation of me?" Xinfan raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Rez Fox said calmly, "We suspect that you are related to several previous terrorist attacks. According to regulations, you need to be investigated."

Several terrorist attacks...these high-sounding guys really know how to push the blame.

After learning that the organization's arms were stolen, Nobuhiro knew that one day, the attack on the motel that almost killed Ariane Swann was prepared for this day. But the CIA could not escape its involvement in those previous attacks.

The U.S. government plans to make TENSE a scapegoat and divert public attention.

However, why does the organization guide it so deliberately?

"Are you going to take away the president of the Asia-Pacific region of Tangtang TENSE Group based on mere suspicion?" Epcott's words indeed sounded a bit like the arrogant fiancée in the TV series.

Rez Fox's expression remained unchanged: "You should know how to do it, right, Mr. Asano?"

Evidence has never been a shackle that binds the hands and feet of these intelligence agencies. As long as the situation permits, they dare to take away even ambassadors and even leaders of other countries, let alone Asano Nobushige.

"Of course." Xinfan smiled, but he felt a little embarrassed immediately, "You can't just let me go out like this. Give me a few minutes and let me go back and change clothes."

"this……"

"No problem, we are not in a hurry." Imran Bellomo, who had been silent, said.

So Rez Fox had no objection.

They don't need any evidence, but in the absence of evidence, anyone should keep a low profile.

When Xinfan went out, Epcott followed him. She smiled and said, "I really admire you. You actually planned it long ago."

Nobuhiro glanced at her sideways: "No, I just want to bring my coffee set. Believe me, the coffee from both DHS and NSA is only instant, which is simply unpalatable."

Epcot: "..."

Although she knew this was just an excuse for mezcal, someone's expression and tone just now still deserved a beating!

Nobushige did some things alone in the room. After all, compared to DHS and NSA, which did not dare to go too far, organizations were more worth guarding against.

Of course, he didn’t forget to bring his coffee set in the end.

Until Nobuhiro followed the investigators into their car, that damn old bastard Rum didn't even make a single concerned call!

Even if he doesn't care about the lives of his subordinates, he should still think about the seven billion people.

Oh, right, he doesn't care about that.