Chapter 1338 Breathless Trust

"Tonight, the leaders of the Conference of Nations will come to Broadway to watch a musical. This should be the reception process of the host country. And the task of your Department of Homeland Security is to ensure the security of the venue, right?"

Looking at the man who said the above words calmly, Imran took a deep breath and said, "It's terrible. Not even our own people in the Department of Homeland Security know about this kind of thing."

But the key information was actually obtained by the Japanese public security.

"Oh." Xinfan said calmly, "I wasn't sure at first. Thank you for confirming this news for me."

Imran: "..."

Ahhh, it would be a mistake to get to know someone like Asano Nobushige!

"Let's go." Xinfan patted Imran on the shoulder familiarly, "It's time for us to do our own thing."

Imran frowned: "What?"

"Aren't you going to confirm the security of the venue? I'll go with you."

"I thought you would rather stay here to protect the lady." Imran raised his chin in the direction of Mao Lilan's retreat. "That lady must be a very important person to you, right?"

Nobuhiro shook his head and murmured in a low voice: "I just don't want the plot to change too much, and now she can basically rest assured."

Although he still doesn't know what the bond is that makes Belmode yearn for Mao Lilan and refuse to let go, but Belmod's tolerance and even love for Mao Lilan is already very clear.

If he is with Belmod, Mao Lilan's safety can basically be guaranteed.

Nobuhiro decided to use this time to do something else. He always felt that something bad was about to happen today. Before that, he needed to prepare as much as possible.

Imran glanced at him: "What plot, are you talking about tonight's show? No matter what you want to say, I can see that you care about the people around you. It is precisely because of this that I can reluctantly Trust who you are.”

"Really?" Xinfan smiled nonchalantly.

…

It was less than two hours before Mouri Kogoro and the others' flight back to Japan took off. The procedures for leaving the country were more troublesome. To be on the safe side, they had to arrive at the airport at least an hour in advance, but they still haven't found Maori Lan. .

"Where did Xiaolan go?!" Mouri Kogoro rubbed his temples with a headache, "He left suddenly without saying a word, and couldn't get through on the phone. This kid is really getting more and more unruly!"

Conan, who has always cared about Sister Xiaolan the most, was not too anxious this time. While packing his luggage, he said to Kogoro Mori: "Don't worry, Brother Asano said that Sister Xiaolan is fine."

"Huh? Asano?" Mouri Kogoro frowned, "Have you contacted him?"

"I guess Sister Xiaolan is with Brother Asano now. Brother Asano must be looking for Sister Xiaolan for something."

Even if Conan said this, Mouri Kogoro still couldn't be completely reassured.

After all, the orphan and the widow suddenly lost contact, and it was really hard for Mouri Kogoro not to think of something that made him angry.

Could it be that he had made a mistake before, that Asano Nobushige had actually been coveting his precious daughter?

"Bang bang bang!" The hotel door was suddenly knocked.

"Mr. Mori, are you inside?" A voice in unsophisticated Japanese sounded outside the door.

There were only two people in the room, Mouri Kogoro and Conan, and the one who opened the door was naturally Mouri Kogoro himself: "I am Moori Kogoro, what's the matter?"

He stood there with his waist in his arms, staring at the waiter-looking man outside the door.

He can actually speak Japanese. This waiter must be no ordinary person - or in other words, the person who specially asked a Japanese-speaking waiter to come to him is not an ordinary person.

"Mr. Mori." The waiter bowed to Kogoro Mori, "Tonight at seven o'clock, the press conference of TENSE Group's Noah's Ark Project will be held in the banquet hall on the second floor of JUKE Hotel. Please be sure to bring your family to attend."

With that said, the waiter handed a gold-gilded invitation to Mouri Kogoro.

Mouri Kogoro took it over with a confused look on his face: "Hasn't the Noah's Ark plan of the TENSE Group been released?"

"I don't know the specific situation very well, but what will be announced tonight should be the real Noah's Ark plan."

Mouri Kogoro was about to say something, but Conan stepped in and stood between the uncle and the waiter: "Who are you?"

"Huh?" The waiter looked around in confusion, "Who was talking just now?"

"..." Conan said with half-moon eyes, "Look down, I'm below you!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't notice the little brother just now. What happened to the little brother?"

"Let me ask you who you are!" Conan asked warily. "Looking at your clothes, you should be an employee of the JUKE Hotel, but you also have some knowledge of the TENSE Group and the Noah's Ark Project."

"Actually, it's nothing. We have all received certain training for tonight's press conference."

"I won't go!" Mouri Kogoro said with a straight face, "Our flight back to China will take off in two hours, and my daughter..."

"You'd better take a look at the invitation. It should indicate the appearance fee and so on."

Mouri Kogoro was shocked: "What? There is also an appearance fee?!"

"Of course. A celebrity like you who attends our press conference will definitely pay an appearance fee that is in line with your worth."

Mouri Kogoro was deeply influenced by his former agent and had a clear understanding of his own worth. As soon as he saw the content on the invitation, he immediately changed his mind: "Okay, please tell the organizer, my name is Detective Moori Kogoro." Will attend on time."

The waiter bowed, then closed the door and exited.

"Uncle..." Conan looked at Mouri Kogoro helplessly.

"Ahem." Mouri Kogoro's expression was a little unnatural, "Now we have time to wait for news about Xiaolan."

In addition to Mouri Kogoro, many intelligence personnel from various countries who stayed at the JUKE Hotel that day also received invitations from the TENSE Group.

Tonight's press conference seemed to be a banquet, but no one chose to back down. Knowing the danger, they still accepted the challenge resolutely.

…

Because of Imran, Nobushige arrived at the Hudson Theater earlier than Belmod and Maorilan.

They found a cafe that was temporarily closed near the Hudson Theater. Although it was closed, it was already controlled by the Department of Homeland Security and they could come and go at will.

Nobushige was sitting by the window on the second floor. This place was very suitable for sniping and the view was very good, so it was listed as a place that must be controlled by the Department of Homeland Security.

He pointed to the Hudson Theater across the street and asked his doubts: "Since leaders of the Conference of Nations are here tonight, why are ordinary audiences allowed to watch the performance?"

Imran answered naturally: "Of course it is to create a people-friendly image and atmosphere. Otherwise, if the general audience is driven away just because of an entertainment event, the already low support rate may fall further."

This is what we have to do for the votes, but the security personnel have to work twice as hard.

"Mr. Bellomo." A young man leaned down and whispered a few words in Imran's ear.

Imran nodded to show he understood.

But the young man did not leave immediately, but asked more: "Mr. Bellomo, who is this gentleman and why is he here? You know how important tonight's event is and no mistakes are allowed." …”

"No need to say any more." Imran waved his hand to stop his subordinates from questioning, "This gentleman will never affect our arrangements, please rest assured."

Xinfan's eyes were smiling, and he used the raised coffee cup to hide the inappropriate emotions in his eyes.

The subordinate wanted to say something else, but Imran's expression was firm and he obviously did not allow him to say anything, so he had to retreat unwillingly.

"You really trust me." Nobuhiro teased Imran as soon as the others left.

"Maybe I was more wary of you before, but since you said those words to me, I know what kind of person you are." Imran smiled, "Isn't it true that a person like you You will do things that harm us, no matter what your stance is.”

Nobuhiro's eyes darkened: "It's such a breathless trust."

"Brother Jingguang, I found out." Hiroki's voice suddenly sounded in the earphones, "About June 17th and Belmode."

Xinfan said nothing, but the change in his eyes did not hide from Imran.

"What's wrong?" Imran's eyes fell on his headphones.

Hiroki was still reporting on the results of his work: "I found out that Belmod's documents were missing on June 17th many years ago. And before that, Belmod had a low-key period for nearly a year, and no one in the organization I know what she did during that time."

Sounds very suspicious.

"Mr. Asano?" Imran asked doubtfully.

"You said..." Nobumangi murmured in a low voice as if talking to himself, "Will Belmode have a daughter, a daughter similar to Mao Lilan?"

Imran was confused: "What Belmod? What daughter?"

If this is the case, Belmod's daughter must have died prematurely due to a certain plan of the organization or a certain decision made by Rum and BOSS, so Belmod harbored hatred for the organization. The appearance of Mao Lilan reminded Belmode of her daughter, and she was filled with maternal love, so she treated Mao Lilan differently.

If June 17 is the death anniversary or birthday of Belmode's daughter, then why did she choose to take Mao Lilan to visit New York today?

"It's nothing." Nobutano answered Imran's question, "I just suddenly felt that I shouldn't have come with you today. I should have been with Miss Maori."

Imran was speechless: "I didn't force you to come. So do you want to go over now? There's still some time before the show starts."

Nobushige glanced at the clock hanging on the wall - 17:52

There were still two hours before the performance, and he really shouldn't waste this time.

"Mr. Bellomo!"

"Mr. Bellomo! Something bad is going on!!"

The young man who left earlier broke in again, but this time his expression became very bad and he couldn't even speak.

"Calm down, don't panic." Imran frowned.

The subordinate took a deep breath and ignored Asano Nobushige's presence and said directly: "Mr. Bellomo, something serious has happened. I just received the news that five minutes ago, a Mossad officer was attacked and killed in the hotel where he was staying before going to the JUKE Hotel. Got it!!”

Imran's face changed drastically: "What? Don't all Mossad people live in the JUKE Hotel?"

"It was originally like this, but some people were worried about the inconvenience of JUKE and changed hotels. Some people kept JUKE rooms, but no one knew where they actually lived."

The agents who think it is inconvenient for JUKE to move do have their own secrets, but no matter what, something happened to Mossad officials on American soil, and it happened during the Conference of Nations. This in itself is a piece of diplomacy. Incident - A serious diplomatic incident.

Xinfan curled his fingers and tapped his knuckles regularly on the table. The subtle sound was not obvious, but it still attracted Imran's attention.

Yes, isn't there a guy who is suspected of launching a terrorist attack sitting next to him?

"Mr. Asano!" Imran lifted the hem of his windbreaker and sat opposite Nobuhiro with a serious expression. "This matter is not trivial. I need your help."

"What do you want to know?" Xinfan asked calmly.

"Did TENSE do it?"

"No comment."

"You -" Before Imran could say anything, his subordinates had already waved their fists at Nobuhiro, "Have you figured out the situation? Now we are interrogating you!"

Nobuhiro glanced at him, his tone unchanged: "I think you didn't understand the situation?"

"you--"

"That's enough, you go out first."

"Mr. Bellomo!"

"I said, you go out first."

No matter how unwilling his subordinates were, he could only retreat.

After he left, Imran asked again: "What can you tell me?"

"Instead of asking me here, think about who they're going to target next."

Imran's face changed drastically: "You mean this attack is not over?!"

"17:47, Mossad." Nobuhiro reached out to dip his hand into the coffee and traced it carefully on the table, while whispering the time in his mouth.

He did not know that the organization would attack these intelligence officers separately, but now that there was the first case, there would only be more and more attacks in the future - after all, the organization's purpose was to catch all the red parties in Washington - at least to let them They are suspicious of each other and unable to work together to fight against the organization.

At the same time, far across the ocean in Tokyo, Japan, a man from the Morofushi family did the same thing as Nobushige:

"17:58, BND."

"This is the second case." Matsuda Jinpei looked at the world map solemnly, "Who is their next target?"

Rei Fukaya took the marker from his hand and drew a circle somewhere on the map.

“Hiss—FBI?

"This is the United States' own intelligence agency. It seems that the organization does not intend to blame the United States for this attack."

"No, we can't be so sure yet." Zhu Fu Gaoming exhaled softly, "Sacrificing a few police officers for the sake of a grand plan should be a normal thing for these intelligence agencies, right?"

Jianggu Ling looked heavy: "That's true."

Now they can only hope that the FBI can use their intelligence network in the United States to avoid this disaster.