Ke Xue World Technology Becomes King

"Hey, brother Miyamoto, I have something to do. I have to go with Mr. Mori, and I won't follow you for the time being."

After a while, the people in the room finished their discussions and were about to leave. Hattori Heiji ran to Miyamoto Kiyoshi and apologized.

"It's okay, you can go. By the way, this phone is for you. It has the phone numbers of Hideo and me. Once the matter is done, just call Hideo and we will come to pick you up."

He took out one of the more classic mobile phones on the market and handed it to Hattori Heiji. Miyamoto Kiyoshi turned around and left the office.

Returning to the intersection outside, I found Shibata Hideo. Miyamoto Kiyoshi opened the rear seat and got in.

He told Hideo Shibata not to start the car yet. He took out his mobile phone again and dialed a number that he had not called for a long time.

"Why is the sun rising in the west today? Why did you think of calling me?"

On the other end of the phone, Miyamoto Masato's surprised mood was felt by Miyamoto Kiyoshi across an entire mobile phone communication line.

"I'm calling you because I have business. How about it? I tried to arrange manpower for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs a few days ago, but it didn't work, right?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden? But you're right. Those guys are really incompetent. It's really ridiculous that some people are still pretending to be arrogant when they can't even open the pot at home."

At this time, the tone on the other end of the phone contained a bit of disdain.

"Hate, they are all like this. They want to be a master all their lives despite their status as nobles. How can such a good thing happen?"

"I have a good opportunity here. There is a diplomat named Da Cun. Something may happen today. I have built the stove for you. It's up to you what kind of food you make."

After complaining, Miyamoto Kiyohisa confided the news to Miyamoto Masato and asked him to prepare in advance.

"Tamura? That should be Isao Tamura. Okay, I understand. Don't worry, your father and I will be safe."

There was silence on the other side, and then Miyamoto Kiyoshi heard the sound of his chest being slapped.

Obviously, Masato Miyamoto was quite satisfied with the news and also very confident.

Then, the person on the other side hung up the phone and seemed to be preparing for the next thing.

"Brother Qingjiu, how do you know that something will happen to the diplomat named Tatsumura today? Do you think so?"

Sitting in the driver's seat and listening to the whole story, Hideo Shibata couldn't help but be confused.

"Hideo, there are some things I haven't talked to you about, but it's time to let you know today."

"As expected, brother, have you cultivated other forces lurking in the Anbu?"

Hideo Shibata had a calm face and acted like I already knew it.

"What are you thinking? Hideo, that's not what I'm talking about. I want to tell you that in this world, there are indeed quite a lot of things that cannot be explained by science, such as these three people, Mouri Kogoro and Edogawa Conan , Hattori Heiji, wherever these three people hang out, the incidence rate of cases will skyrocket."

"How is that possible? Brother Qingjiu, I am also a person who has passed the police examination. Can you please stop treating me as an unlearned bastard?"

Hideo Shibata, a firm believer in materialism, said so.

"If you don't believe it, let's wait and see."

"Let's look at this latest case first. The place where the three of them are going today is the home of diplomat Damon that I just mentioned on the phone. Let us wait and see what will happen next."

It doesn't matter, he curled his lips, Miyamoto Kiyoshi was very confident.

Hideo Shibata, who did not believe in evil, immediately drove the car towards diplomat Tatsumura's house.

"Brother, let's make a deal first. If nothing happens, you can't take action."

Saying this in a slightly timid tone, Shibata Hideo stared at Miyamoto Kiyoshi through the rearview mirror.

"Ah la ah la, Hideo, who do you think I am? I am a good law-abiding citizen, there is no way I would do such a thing."

"Hmph, when you used to teach me a lesson in the name of sparring, that's not what you said."

Hideo Shibata thought in his mind, but he remained silent.

The two of them were silent all the way, and soon they could see the car carrying Death and his group in front of them.

Suddenly, a small truck broke through the guardrail of the road and hit the vehicle in which Miyamoto Kiyoshi was riding in the opposite direction.

"Brother Qingjiu, hold on tight!"

Shibata Hideo, who was already an experienced driver, whispered something. Then, the calm-faced Hideo Shibata suddenly turned the steering wheel and made a beautiful flick, directly avoiding the fatal collision of the minivan.

"Huh? No, Brother Qingjiu, this doesn't seem to be an accident!"

Hideo Shibata whispered as he watched the pickup truck suddenly turn around after stopping and speed up again to chase the vehicle he was driving.

"It's okay, you drive, I'll deal with him!"

Knocking on the armrest next to the seat with his right hand, a hidden grid popped up on the seat under Miyamoto Kiyoshi's feet.

Angri is clearly a L115A3 rifle that has been assembled for a long time. It uses the .338 Lapu Magnum cartridge. The bullets are already loaded inside. Pull the bolt, load the bullets, lean out from the open sunroof on the top of the car, and take aim. On the front tire of the car, Miyamoto Kiyoshi gently pulled the trigger, and the entire action was completed in one go.

As the muzzle of the silencer-equipped gun burst into flames, the car behind it began to roll over and slid on the ground for dozens of meters.

"It's done, let's go."

Seeing the shape of the car behind him, he returned to the car, put the gun back into the concealed compartment, and pulled the armrest rhythmically. The concealed compartment retracted under the seat again. Miyamoto Kiyoshi said calmly.

"Help me check, what is the identity of the driver of the truck rollover incident in Mihua Town today? Give me an answer in the evening."

After making a call to Blackwater Security Company, Miyamoto Kiyoshi's tone was slightly cold.

"Brother, this guy?"

Miyamoto Kiyoshi waved his hand.

"There is no need to worry too much about the dead."

Then Hideo Shibata returned to his calm driving mode.

After finding a random place to have some lunch, the two of them regained their mood.

"Brother, I remember you haven't offended anyone recently, right? Why is this happening again?"

Back in the car again, Shibata Hideo couldn't help but complain.

"I told you that you don't understand. This is the power of that trio. If you don't believe me, you will see the results when the time comes. The driver will have a grudge against me because of something."

Shaking his head, Miyamoto Kiyoshi had roughly guessed the truth of the matter.

"It's better to wait until the police receive the report in the afternoon before approaching there. Otherwise, I'm afraid we will suffer serious consequences. Now let's go to the hotel and have a rest."

After pondering for a while, Miyamoto Kiyohisa decided not to go to the diplomat's house yet.