Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

It was about three in the morning.

The large cloud mass piled up over Tokyo gradually moved toward the sea, and the rain in Tokyo gradually subsided.

Although it was still drizzling, there was no longer the majestic momentum of the previous thunder and lightning.

Looking at the rain outside the window gradually decreasing, Huibara Ai, who had been up all night, subconsciously picked up the coffee in her hand, then looked at the empty coffee cup in which she had already taken the last sip, and turned around and sat back at her desk.

In just a short while, at least thirty unread messages popped up on the computer screen on the desk.

Windows one after another were stacked on the screen in a terrifyingly dense manner. When Haibara Ai's fingertips touched the computer, the number of unread pages continued to rise.

'Target B046 has been killed.'

'Target D168 has been killed.'

'Target D133 has been killed.'

'Target A026 has been killed.'

'...'

'...'

As one unread message after another was clicked, lines of concise and clear text in the same format appeared in Haibara Ai's sight.

Immediately afterwards, Haibara Ai tapped the keyboard and switched the main window of the computer to a spreadsheet straightforwardly named Mysterious Side.

One by one, the real names of the mysterious side members were filled in, and the boxes following the numerical code were painted black by Haibara Ai, representing the end of life.

Finally, it became a number mentioned briefly in another email named "Mysterious Side Encirclement Plan - Neon District Operation Summary".

At 4:55 in the morning,

After working all night, Haibara Ai sent the action summary report to Karasuma Soshin's email five minutes before five o'clock.

Then she stood up, stretched her limbs, yawned lightly, and looked out the window.

At this time, the sky outside the window was already turning pale.

...

In the hazy drizzle, the city called Kanagawa ushered in a new day.

The kind old lady set up her smoky ramen stall on the street. Regular customers came in twos and threes. While the old lady was cooking the noodles, they chatted about various topics in a harmonious atmosphere.

A corporate guy in a dark suit walked by, his face full of fatigue from a hangover and numbness from years of torture in life.

Not far away, the young postman responsible for delivering morning newspapers rode his bicycle through the streets and alleys. The clear ringing of his bicycle bell rang from time to time, waking up the cats and dogs on the entire street.

Pedestrians holding umbrellas walked on both sides of the road and finally stopped at an intersection with a red light.

On the lane, perhaps because it was not yet the morning rush hour, or perhaps because it was a rainy day and it was obvious that the sun would not come out, the number of vehicles passing by was not only sparse, but most of them were logistics transport vehicles.

At the last second when the green light came on, a medium-sized truck with Sagawa Logistics marked on its carriage smoothly followed the flow of traffic and passed the intersection at a constant speed.

Then after going straight for more than ten minutes, turn right and enter an old industrial area.

Finally, it stopped at the door of a busy logistics warehouse, blending perfectly among a row of blue-painted trucks with Sagawa Logistics printed on them.

The driver in the main car seat got out of the car and went to negotiate with the people with the transportation contract in his hand. After a while, someone carefully loaded the goods onto the truck.

Toru Amuro sat quietly in the passenger seat and showed no intention of getting out of the car.

Different from all the previous ones.

At this time, Toru Amuro not only changed into work clothes printed with Sagawa Transport, but her beautiful and eye-catching light golden short hair was also covered by a slightly long black wig, and her purple-gray eyes were completely covered by a pair of black contact lenses.

In order to completely transform himself and become a completely different person, he even put a mask on his face that was close to his skin color.

However, most of them were covered tightly with black masks.

Seeing the visible caution on the faces of everyone moving the wooden boxes, the excellent ace intelligence officer devoted a little thought to guessing what was in the wooden boxes.

But more often than not, he was repeatedly thinking about every scene he had experienced from yesterday to now, hoping to figure out Karasuma Soshin's true intentions.

To be honest, Toru Amuro still finds it incredible how he left the Kanagawa Police Headquarters and ended up here.

But there was one thing he could be sure of, the coincidence and luck he experienced last night were all just a carefully calculated plan.

As for the person who planned all this, it looked like Conan was behind it, but in reality...

It begins with the FBI's desperate pursuit, encountering a driver who has been waiting for a long time and several men and women who are unfamiliar and wearing various clothes.

Even though Toru Amuro was shot twice and lost so much blood that his lips turned pale, he couldn't even remember how he escaped from the FBI's encirclement.

But the first thing he did after waking up was to confirm that Karasuma Soshin did not have no manpower in Neon as Vermouth had told him.

In the Kanagawa Police Headquarters, there is Sagawa Express, the person he borrowed as a disguise, and now he is disguised as Sagawa Transport.

Who the former is remains to be investigated, but the latter two belong to the same parent company.

Sagawa Corporation, one of the four major transportation giants recognized by Japan, has business throughout the Kanto region.

Amuro Toru closed his eyes, and a pair of dark red eyes that were so calm that they sent chills down his spine appeared in his mind.

"Om~"

The vibrating sound coming from his pocket made Toru Amuro quickly collect his thoughts. Looking at the unfamiliar phone number displayed on the phone, Toru Amuro pressed the answer button without hesitation for even a second.

"Bourbon, you should be at the loading point by now."

The voice on the other end of the phone was calm and indifferent, as if he was chatting with a friend.

When Toru Amuro realized who the voice belonged to, he immediately entered the Bourbon state and respectfully replied, "Yes."

"I should have let you rest and recover from your injuries, but it's not convenient for me to hand this matter over to others.

So I'll need you to take some time to escort a batch of goods to Tokyo Port for me and personally watch them board the ship."

"It's my honor to be of service to you. However, may I know what this shipment is?"

The first half of Toru Amuro's sentence deserves respect, but the second half takes a different tone, fully displaying the curiosity and temptation of an intelligence agent.

There was no trace of surprise on Karasuma Soshin's face. He looked at the green mountains under his feet and acted very indulgently:

"Just some glass products that are not easy to knock against."

Glancing through the car window at the fragile label on the wooden box, Toru Amuro only half believed it. Then, as if he heard his boss's connivance, he asked further:

“There shouldn’t be anything dangerous in glass products that would be detected by the Customs Department, right?

I don’t want to experience the feeling of being interrogated by a group of police officers for eight or nine hours again.”

Karasuma Soshin chuckled:

"Well, you can rest assured that you won't be charged with any new crimes."

At this point, Amuro Toru seemed to remember the frame-up yesterday and complained in frustration:

"There are no new charges, but there are still a bunch of old charges there.

Theft, murder, human trafficking...

The innocent fake identity I worked so hard to establish was directly framed by those damn FBI yesterday as a wanted criminal in the Berry Country."

When he said the second half of the sentence, Toru Amuro gritted his teeth and was extremely angry.

"How about I give you a chance to retaliate?"

Karasuma Soshin asked in a very understanding manner, with an enthusiasm that as long as Amuro Toru agreed, he would immediately come up with a revenge plan.

The two charges of poisoning and jailbreak were deliberately skipped, and only a bunch of charges fabricated by Kamal were mentioned.

Toru Amuro, who wanted to use this opportunity to find out if Karasuma Soshin had any help in the police system and whether they would clear his identity, suddenly got stuck in his thoughts and quickly replied:

"The most important thing now is to complete the task you assigned me. The grudge between me and the FBI can be settled later.

Anyway, there is still a lot of time in the future, and I will always find an opportunity."

Feeling the dark atmosphere coming from the phone, Karasuma Soshin seemed to agree with this reason and did not continue to dwell on this topic.

The call didn't last long.

Until the end of the call, Toru Amuro, who had previously told Karasuma Souno all the information he had learned from Arakawa Meisa and others through email, did not mention a word about Sanada Yuki and Sanada Minako.

It's like having amnesia.

After a while, the driver, who had been missing for more than half an hour and had been slacking off somewhere, seemed to have just remembered that he had a car and that there should be a fellow supervisor waiting for him in the passenger seat.

So he hurried over, opened the driver's door, got in the car, first apologized to Amuro Toru, and then casually put down the contract document in his hand.

After the cargo was loaded, the car was started and drove away from the industrial area.

However, looking at the direction the car was heading, Toru Amuro couldn't help but ask:

"Aren't we going to Tokyo Port?"

"We have to go to Yokohama Port and wait for a ship with another batch of goods to arrive, and then go to Tokyo Port."

The driver was not surprised by Amuro Toru's question, and after receiving the answer, Amuro Toru immediately asked:

"We still have to go to Yokohama Port to wait for a ship to arrive to load some goods. Will there be enough time?"

As he spoke, Toru Amuro very naturally picked up the transportation contract and documents that the driver had casually placed on the dashboard and began to look at them carefully.

"There's still time. The ship from Tokyo Port will leave at ten o'clock."

The driver gave an affirmative answer. After reading the transportation contract and documents, Toru Amuro began to re-examine this young man, whom he had previously judged to be an ordinary subordinate of Whiskey.

It only took a few seconds for his gaze to change from the initial exploration to the extremely uncomfortable cold probing, and then to the final calmness.

The driver seemed to hear nothing of this, his eyes were always on the road ahead, and he didn't even glance in the direction of Amuro Toru.

Seeing that the driver didn't move at all and looked as normal as could be.

Realizing that the guy next to him was definitely not an ordinary driver, Toru Amuro quickly began to test him in all aspects.

The driver answered all of Amuro Toru's questions sincerely. It's not that his answers were flawless, but Amuro Toru didn't get what he wanted from them.

Why on earth would a man who could only be described as ordinary no matter how you looked at him, except that he had no extra curiosity and seemed to be born with a lack of thirst for knowledge, be valued by Whiskey and become his auxiliary logistics for this mission?

The doubts in Toru Amuro's heart became heavier as he gradually obtained more information.

When looking through the transportation contract before, Toru Amuro did not see any mention of picking up the goods at Yokohama Port in the contract. The contract did state that the goods that had just been loaded would be loaded and shipped from Yokohama Port.

Therefore, Toru Amuro concluded that the cargo that was actually to be loaded onto the ship at Tokyo Port was not the batch of fragile wooden boxes that he saw being loaded with his own eyes.

Rather, it was the "glass products" that did not have any transportation contract and needed to be picked up at Yokohama Port and ensured to be delivered to the cargo ship at Tokyo Port before 10 o'clock.

But he did not learn all this from Karasuma Soshin, but from an ordinary driver.

So, the scene mentioned above happened.

The car drove slowly into Yokohama, and soon the bustling Yokohama Port came into view.

A few minutes later, the truck stopped in front of a warehouse slightly inside a row of warehouses near Yokohama Port.

The driver picked up the document again, pushed the door open, got out of the car and went to negotiate with someone about the unloading matters.

At eight o'clock, all the cargo was unloaded.

At 8:30, the cargo ship carrying the second batch of goods docked at the port on time.

At 8:46, the truck loaded with real cargo headed towards Tokyo Port.

At 9:17, the truck successfully arrived at the warehouse near Tokyo Port.

At this time, there were only forty-three minutes left before departure.