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"Mr. Lin, as far as I know, you should also have partners, right?"
Based on the information obtained from both the undercover agent and the official sources, it can be deduced that Lin Che once had teammates.
Lin Che didn't intend to hide anything and nodded, saying, "Yes, but she also has her own things to take care of, so I usually act alone unless necessary."
In reality, he just didn't want to be bothered by Lisa.
If they continue to have frequent contact, this woman will most likely dump her fiancé and try to get involved with Lin Che instead.
In Lin Che's eyes, Lisa'er was just a running buddy and teammate.
After successfully staining Curaçao, Lissall was also used by Lin Che as an external mission trigger, specifically for collecting funds.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Che simply said directly, "You should already have a very comprehensive understanding of my situation in the intelligence you have, so there is no need to continue probing."
"What about magic?" Kogoro Mouri suddenly asked. "It should be magic, I can't find any other adjectives, like shooting out spider webs, walking in the air, or even teleporting."
Lin Che raised an eyebrow. "It's magic, a completely new realm that the mortal world cannot access. There's no point in saying more."
With their attitude clear, the two people opposite them felt it inappropriate to ask any further questions.
As the conversation continued, it eventually turned to the batch of weapons that had been taken from the military base.
Yusaku Kudo's gaze was intense. "In the Cocoon game, the tanks and helicopters you use are exactly the models you took from the military base."
Kogoro Mouri stared at Lin Che as well, "Besides these, you also took a fighter jet."
Lin Che shrugged, "Those things have already been sold. They can be used in the game world because I found a bug in Noah's Ark."
My patience, which stemmed from my fondness for these two, has run out.
Lin Che stood up abruptly, gesturing to take his leave. "Please, Mr. Mori, tell me the coordinates of the Pacific buoy as soon as possible. Time is of the essence."
Before the two could say anything more, Lin Che turned and left.
He wasn't worried about not being able to get the coordinates immediately because of his departure; he figured Kogoro Mouri definitely wouldn't know, and he'd have to go back and check.
Lin Che left.
Kogoro Mouri said softly, "With your abilities, you should know him better now."
“No.” Yusaku Kudo shook his head with a somber face. “He has become even more mysterious in my eyes.”
The bumbling detective was somewhat surprised.
Yusaku Kudo explained, "Haven't you realized that all the information we probed today was already in the intelligence?"
"But after the conversation, we didn't feel that he was deliberately hiding anything."
Kogoro Mouri frowned. "Doesn't that mean we've completely grasped the information he's been hiding?"
“But…” Kudo Yusaku looked toward the entrance hall, his gaze deep, “His confidence and lack of restraint is the biggest problem.”
"And how does he know so much about us, about the organization, about Conan Edogawa, and about Sherry?"
Kogoro Mori could taste the flavor.
A street thug with no background or history should not be like this, let alone know so much information beyond his knowledge.
Not hiding anything demonstrates confidence.
Lin Che's confidence is the biggest mystery!
Kudo Yusaku suddenly burst out laughing.
"And he was a little too nice to the two of us."
"Based on my understanding of him, he should be even more arrogant and domineering."
"When he asked about the location of the Pacific buoys, I was already prepared to be kidnapped."
Kogoro Mori instinctively cracked his knuckles, then his shoulders slumped in a deflated manner. "I'm no match for him."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Kudo Yusaku urged the bumbling detective to get up. "Go back and check the location of the Pacific buoys."
"Once everything is over, let's have a good drink."
"It's a word."
Kogoro Mouri is very efficient.
Two hours later, Lin Che received the exact location of the Pacific buoy, and his arrangements for Curaçao and the others were sent out in real time.
at the same time.
organizational base.
The Irishman, with a fierce look on his face and drunkenness, found gin.
He was carrying a bottle of Irish liquor, and his words reeked of alcohol. "What's wrong with the organization right now? It's so lifeless!"
Ireland no longer harbors any fear.
Under the influence of alcohol, he reached out and grabbed Gin by the collar, lifting him up by force.
Ireland, surrounded by a multitude of figures, sneered, "Gin, are you afraid of that guy?"
Chapter 178 The FBI's "Late Arrival"
Gin simply stared coldly at Ireland, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
In the past, Ireland would have been stopped by vodka before it even got close.
"let go."
"Oh?"
Ireland raised an eyebrow, feeling an immense sense of power, and lifted Gin up a little higher, as if he were picking up a chick.
"I don't really want to loosen it, but you can try to let me loosen it."
Two seconds.
It really only took two seconds.
Ireland was curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach and trembling uncontrollably, vomiting repeatedly, with broken bottles scattered all over the floor.
Gin stood to the side, his eyes filled with indifference towards life.
Given the current state of the organization, he had actually been contemplating killing just now.
But at the moment he was about to act, he had another idea.
Ireland still has its uses.
"Wow--"
Ireland's stomach was spasming violently; his brain had lost the ability to think, and his body had regained control. Now, all he wanted to do was vomit to release his pent-up emotions.
Even Gin couldn't stand the unpleasant sour smell and was forced to step back.
Before long, Ireland was engulfed in his own vomit, his eyes glazed over.
However, he had practiced before and quickly regained his form.
A large amount of alcohol was expelled through vomiting, and his eyes were no longer blurry and unsteady.
Ireland got up from the ground, realizing he had lost face. Overwhelmed with anger, he ignored his physical discomfort and charged at Gin with a roar and clenched fists.
He attacks, and Gin retreats.
Ireland, when not in a state of full consciousness, cannot win.
The problem was that the guy was covered in vomit, making it impossible to attack him.
Gin wanted to spare Ireland's life, and wanted to make him useful in the near future, but he couldn't just pull out his gun; it wouldn't be appropriate to shoot anywhere.
Ireland's anger level quickly reached its limit when he saw Gin dodging, and he was determined to kill Gin with a deliberate punch.
Unfortunately, he was not in good condition. After missing several attacks, he collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, clearly having given up.
Seeing that Ireland had finally quieted down, Gin slowly walked to where the other man's head was and looked down at him:
"I will definitely have a showdown with that person. The outcome is still unknown, but I am not afraid of him."
"Furthermore, everyone in the organization, including myself, has been tacitly abandoned by that person. You must have already realized this."
A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, but he happened to inhale a lot of polluted air, causing the muscles in his face to stiffen instantly. Fortunately, Ireland did not notice.
"Ireland, I can tell you very clearly that Pisco did die at the hands of that man, but the person who actually arranged his death was Boss."
"Even if Pisco hadn't been killed by that man that day, he would have ended up dying at my hands anyway."
Ireland's heaving chest gradually calmed down.
Gin continued:
"If you want revenge, you might as well take advantage of the fact that the organization still has manpower available and make your move now."
"You can't find the one, but you can find the person."
Ireland seemed completely unfazed, as if it had just taken off.
You are using me.
"Ah."
"Heh, I don't think I have any reason to refuse."
"You can use any of the organization's resources as you wish."
Ireland fell silent, closing her eyes as if she had suddenly fainted again.
But Gin knew Ireland was just thinking.
So he doesn't mind waiting a little longer.
While waiting, he also took out his pistol.
"Do you know where that person is?" Ireland suddenly opened his eyes.
Gin chuckled. "I know, including his true appearance and his name."
The organization has been operating in Japan for many years.
He was very clear about the official actions of the past two days.
It wasn't just the authorities and the Black Organization that found Lin Che.
It's getting dark.
On the rooftop of an apartment building not far from the Kudo residence.
"Show, is Vermouth really here?"
FBI agent Judy, with her short blonde hair and large breasts, looked somewhat worried.
The FBI originally tracked Vermouth from the United States to Japan, hoping to use her to find the organization's core base in Japan, or to obtain more intelligence and information about the organization's movements.
Upon learning that Vermouth planned to impersonate Tomoaki Araide and operate at Teitan Middle School, Jodie immediately volunteered to apply for an English teacher position at Teitan Middle School, intending to work as Vermouth's colleague.
She got the job, but Vermouth disappeared.
This made the FBI lose confidence, wondering if Vermouth had already discovered their operation.
Left with no other option, the FBI had to investigate those associated with Shinichiro.
He had been in contact with Ran Mouri the most recently, so the FBI traced it back to the Mouri Detective Agency and discovered Lin Che, a special individual.
They don't yet know exactly what's special about it.
But someone who gets treated like that by the police must be someone extraordinary.
The Japanese Public Security Bureau is also one of the agencies targeting the Black Organization, so the FBI would naturally suspect whether Lin Che has any connection with the Black Organization.
Coincidentally, FBI ace Shuichi Akai entered the country today, and he is leading the related investigation.
The evening breeze was a bit chilly.
Wearing a knitted hat, Shuichi Akai gazed into the distance. "It wouldn't be surprising if that woman appeared anywhere. Since this Mr. Lin seems to be connected to the organization, it makes even more sense for her to be hiding here."
"However, she should have already fled to another place. She just came here today to see if she could gather any information."
The apartment building beneath their feet had been rented by the FBI for surveillance purposes—it was the former residence of Shigehiko Tonoguchi's family.
"You stay here, I'll go check it out." Shuichi Akai turned and went downstairs.