Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Shinkansen Osaka Station Exit

Mouri Kogoro’s familiar complaint sounded again:

"Really, why did you little brat come here again?"

Edogawa Conan touched his head and smiled innocently. Mao Lilan on the side said quickly:

"Dad, we can't leave Conan alone at home, he's still so young."

"Hey, just throw him to that doctor. Aren't there a group of brats playing detective games with him? If you follow him, you will cause trouble. I was told this several times by that guy Megure, and the famous detective's face was covered in Throw it away."

Listening to Maori Kogoro's words, Maori Lan's face turned serious:

"Conan was entrusted to our family by Mrs. Edogawa, and she also paid 10 million yen in alimony. Of course we have to be responsible for him. We can't always entrust him to Dr. Agasa, or dad is willing to divide part of the alimony. It’s okay to give it to Dr. A Li.”

When Mouri Kogoro heard the alimony, he was excited and immediately walked outside:

"Hurry up, hurry up, the client's car has already gone outside, we can't keep people waiting."

Really, Mao Lilan sighed, looked at her father who was hurriedly walking out, and then took Conan beside him and followed him.

Haha, asking Uncle Maori to share the money he got is the same as asking him to kill him. Kudo Shinichi, who was wearing the shell of Edogawa Conan, complained silently in his heart.

Outside the station, a valuable car parked quietly on the side of the road. A tall, lanky man wearing a straight black suit came up to him after seeing Mouri Kogoro and his party of three.

"Hello, Mr. Mori, I am Kazuzu Inoshita, sent by your client, Mr. Yuji Kuromori, to pick you up and your family."

After the two sides exchanged a few words, Mouri Kogoro and his party got into the car.

Halfway through the journey, the road signs on both sides suddenly became gaudy. The colorful posters, exaggerated fonts, and the roaring white tiger in the center of the picture attracted the attention of Mao Lilan and Conan.

"Uncle Jingxia, is there an animal circus show here? I've never seen a big white tiger before?"

After hearing the curious words of the child, I glanced at the billboard on the side of the road while driving, and replied seriously:

"Yes, Senra Circus will have a performance at Universe Plaza three nights later. This is the most famous circus in the world, and the entire Osaka Prefecture is excited about it."

"Children love these things. What's so good about it? Isn't it just animals performing jumping through fire hoops?"

Mouri Kogoro said disdainfully, and then turned around to see the blond beauty animal trainer on another poster. His eyes immediately widened, filled with hearts. Then he calmed down a little when his daughter glanced over, and said: He pulled his tie and said:

"It takes a famous detective like me, Kogoro Moori, to understand the wonders of Senluo Circus."

"Mr. Hessen happens to be one of the sponsors of the Senluo Circus's performance. After entrusting you, Mr. Mori, we have prepared the performance tickets and look forward to your appreciation."

Ishika replied thoughtfully, causing Mouri Kogoro to laugh out loud:

"Haha, Mr. Hessen really gets along with me. Don't worry, I will complete this commission perfectly."

Seeing Uncle Maoli's eyes full of expectations for the beautiful animal trainer, Conan turned his head silently and glanced out the window with dead fish eyes. Only Maolilan was left awkwardly looking at his excited father, slowly clenching his right hand.

Universe Plaza

A huge tent covers the entire square, and the central performance stage has begun to be initially set up. The gorgeous lights, various balloons, and colorful decorations can already tell that a grand performance is about to take place here.

In the backstage tent area, Toru Amuro, who was dressed in a candy-colored circus employee uniform, wrung out the rag in his hand, looked at the clean table, took a long breath, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and faced The blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man who just opened the curtain and walked in said

"Mr. Vincent, I have wiped everything here. The leader asked me to deliver a few more tickets to President Hessen's house today. It is getting late now, so I will go there first. I will come back after delivering them. Keep working.”

The middle-aged man, Vincent, the circus director, looked at the young man in front of him who he had recruited two days ago. His eyes were full of approval. He took out a wad of money from his arms and handed it over:

"Thank you, Amuro. I'm really busy lately. You go ahead and go back to rest after delivering the goods. Just come at normal time tomorrow. This is your hard work for overtime these two days. Take it and I'll pay for it next." Please keep working hard.”

After taking the money, Toru Amuro put it into his vest pocket without counting it, and bowed to Vincent to thank him:

"I have to thank you for your generosity, which allows me to have this job and prevent me from sleeping in a bridge hole."

Hearing Toru Amuro's thanks, William Vincent's green eyes flashed with satisfaction. He patted Toru Amuro's shoulder and turned to leave.

Toru Amuro raised his head and put away the gratitude on his face, picked up the box at hand, opened it and looked at the exquisite VIP tickets for the performance in the box, then walked out of the tent and picked up a small red eMule from the logistics department and headed towards Heisen. Rush to the president’s address.

Hessen House

"Hello, President Kuromori, I am Toru Amuro, a member of Senluo Circus. This is the VIP ticket for the circus performance that our leader asked me to send. Senluo Circus is looking forward to your arrival."

After ringing the doorbell, Toru Amuro was led in by a servant and looked at the people in the living room. He skillfully explained his purpose, took out a beautiful box from his arms, opened it and presented it to President Kuromori.

President Kuromori, who had been serious all day, rarely softened his expression. He motioned to the butler on the side to accept it and replied:

"I will go there when the time comes. My wife and I have always loved circus performances."

With a bright and sunny smile on his face, Toru Amuro accepted the tip from the butler and bowed skillfully to leave.

The moment he turned around, he said silently in his heart: Long time no see, Teacher Maori, Conan, Miss Xiaolan.

Looking at Toru Amuro's retreating figure, Conan always felt that he had seen this person somewhere before, but after thinking about it carefully, he had no impression at all.

"Conan, it's time for dinner."

"coming."

Xiaolan's call brought Conan back to his senses and he quickly responded.

……

To:Whisky (Whiskey)

Latest whereabouts: Bright Robbery Group—Senluo Circus

From:Yamazaki Whiskey

Looking at the latest messages from his cell phone, the young man known as Whiskey turned off his cell phone. At this moment, Whiskey was sitting on the edge of the rooftop of a 76-story building. The left leg is crossed, and the right foot is naturally hanging next to the left foot, as if it will be blown off by the wind in the next second.

The wind on the top floor blew slightly, and a few strands of dark red hair were floating in the air. A pair of dark red eyes watched the ant-like crowd below them gathering and dispersing without any fluctuation. Suddenly there was a sound from behind

"Sir, Sir Rum has sent someone over to say that he wants to apologize to you and has something important to tell you. He is already waiting in the reception room on the 47th floor."

The door to the rooftop was opened, and a figure stood quietly outside the door and reported respectfully.

Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, Whiskey picked up a can of beer next to him and said without looking back:

"Break a leg and throw it to the infirmary. Unless Rum and that one are dead, don't come to me today."

"Yes."

Faced with her boss's disrespect towards her husband, the woman in black outside the door pretended not to have heard of it. She excused herself meticulously and turned around to carry out the orders given by her boss.

Clemont, who was carrying the heavy responsibility of Rum, never imagined that he was just here to deliver a message, but his legs were broken without even seeing him.

Clemont, who was left in the medical room with a plaster on, looked confused and sent a message to his boss Rum, but he only received a reply saying that he should recover well. He couldn't help but tell his partner Bacardi what happened, but he was laughed at for 40 minutes.

Finally, under Bacardi's explanation, the 1.96-meter-strong Clement realized that his boss, Rum, had lost the goods of Whiskey, the boss of the equipment team next door, so he was using it as a punching bag to apologize. Come to pour out the anger of the whiskey master.

It was really bad luck to fall into the hands of such a boss, Clemont cursed silently in his heart.

Bacardi on the other side of the phone finally stopped laughing and replied:

"Okay, this is a blessing in disguise for you. Although you broke a leg, you have escaped from the incident. All you have to do is stay there and recuperate. It's not like I can survive."

If this matter doesn't come to a satisfactory outcome to Lord Whiskey, no one in the entire intelligence team will have an easy time.

After a pause, Bacardi continued to comfort and warn his partner:

"You recuperate there and stay at peace. Although Whiskey won't care about the rest of us, the mad dogs he raises are all ruthless characters who can bite. Stay safe.

By the way, if the newly promoted Bourbon comes to you and asks for news, just tell him everything you know. "

"I know, I know."

After Clemont muttered his agreement, Bacardi quickly hung up the phone and looked at the intricate account book in his hand again. The boss's words would make them, the subordinates, lose their legs. The newly appointed Bourbon is really good at it. He got the clue so quickly. He is indeed a talent that Rum has been eyeing for several years.

Raising his hand and pressing his eyebrows, Bacardi returned to the embrace of the ledger. He had to speed up the progress. If he was really caught up by the new Bourbon, he would be laughed at by his brainless partner until the end of the year. Meeting.

On the other side, Rum felt a little better after learning that Clermont had one of his legs broken and thrown into the medical room by Whiskey's men.

Since he is willing to take action, it proves that at least Whiskey will not break up with him directly now. If there is an easing, then he will have room to maneuver. As for whether they will use this as an opportunity to attack him at the subsequent year-end meeting, it depends on their respective methods.

Rum has never suffered such a big setback since the incident between Amanda and Haneda Koji. He knows very well that even though Mr. seems to be on his side to appease Whiskey now, this matter cannot be resolved, or If the result does not satisfy the husband, Brandy, who has been eyeing it for a long time, will definitely get involved. By then, he will not have much of the affection from the husband that he inherited from his father.

Thinking back to the beginning, if it weren't for his husband's affection for his father, how could he, Rum, directly inherit his father's code name and jump over many seniors to sit in the second-in-command position? What happened to Amanda Hughes and Haneda Koji again? On this matter, he still remains firmly in this position.

But now that times have changed, these sentiments have been wiped away. At first, it could be said that he was just starting out and lacked experience. If he uses this as an excuse now, then he will really become a joke in the organization.

Looking at the news in Bourbon's latest newspaper, Rum nodded secretly. He was worthy of being a member he personally promoted. His sensitivity to news is simply innate. It seems that there are some things that he can make initial contact with.

After receiving the email message sent by Rum, Toru Amuro finally figured out the whole story.

To put it simply, his boss Rum used that gentleman's personal order to transfer a batch of arms worth 30 billion US dollars from the hands of Whiskey, the head of the equipment team. The items were transferred to Rum's cronies Kafka at the port of Seattle in Berry Country. After inventory, load onto the freighter.

But when Rum's men went to pick up the goods, they found that not only five containers of arms had disappeared without a trace, but even Kafka, who was responsible for escorting them, had also disappeared without a trace.

The most bizarre thing was that Kafka's body appeared at the gate of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department early the next morning. This was a slap in the face to Rum.

The most important thing now is to find the whereabouts of the missing batch of arms. If the five containers fall into the hands of any dark force, whether they are sold or used for personal use, they will cause huge harm.

What's more, this batch of goods was borrowed from the boss of the equipment team, Whiskey, and now Whiskey's cronies are waiting in Neon for a reply from the intelligence team. If they don't get it right, these members will become the outcasts in the game between the intelligence team and the equipment team.

Although Toru Amuro himself wished that the two sides would fight and it would be best to die together, as one of the pawns in the game, he knew very well that although he had some status in Rum's heart, he was ultimately not as good as those confidants he had cultivated since childhood. In the final showdown, he must be among the first to be discarded.

Toru Amuro made up his mind that since his current status was not enough, he would work hard to climb up to a higher status. Countless seniors had paved the way for him with their blood and lives. Even if he tried his best, he had to see the light before his death. If he is lucky enough to see that day, when he goes to hell, he will smile and calmly go to atone for the countless souls who died at his hands.

And if he is still unable to see the light in this life like his previous life, then he will use his own bones to pave a slightly easier path for his successors.

He firmly believed that one day, someone would witness the destruction of the Crow Legion with his own eyes, and Toru Amuro hoped that this person would be him. If not, then let his tombstone witness it.