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"Name."

"Kuroba Kaito."

"age."

"16 is old."

"Profession."

"Thief."

George raised his eyes, carefully looked at Kuroba Kaito's poker face, frowned and put down the document in his hand:

"At your age, you should stay in school and study, instead of flying around in buildings dressed like a slut!"

Kuroba Kaito shrugged:

"The teacher taught us to unite knowledge with action. I just carried out a small social practice in my spare time."

Harry, who was listening to the conversation between the two, was unhappy, glaring at Kuroba Kaito with wide eyes, his chest heaving violently, and his nose was so angry that he was about to spit out hot air:

"I hate people who don't respect food! You little brat~"

Glancing at Harry who was grinning with his teeth bared, Kuroba Kaito calmly leaned back and asked:

"Officer Harry, did you...not take your medicine on time?"

"You!" Harry was furious and stood up with a slap on the table. George next to him skillfully stopped the arrogant Harry and said to Kuroba Kaito:

"Kitd, because of that movie, the facts of your case are very clear. I just can't figure out why you would come back and surrender after you had already escaped?"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them failed to cooperate well for a moment. Harry broke away from George's restraints with a look of horror on his face, and threw himself towards the interrogation table between the three of them like a dog chewing shit.

bang-

With a loud noise, Kuroba Kaito raised his legs and turned the chair gracefully to avoid the table that hit him.

He turned to look at Harry who was lying on the interrogation table and said:

"Detective George, someone is coming to pick me up."

George, who was a little embarrassed, hurried forward to help Harry up, watching Harry cover his red nose, his little tears sparkling with crystal tears, and he looked at George with a resentful look on his face.

Of course, George also knew that he was in the wrong. Who would have expected that in just a few weeks without cooperation, Harry would gain so much weight. He could only turn his head and said to Kuroba Kaito:

"Who's coming?"

"You guys go on, I'll be back as soon as I go..." Harry muttered, covering his nose.

As soon as he walked out of the door of the interrogation room, a young police officer stuck his head out and said:

"Sir, the FBI is here and they want to take away Kaitou Kidd."

Looking at the smiling Kuroba Kaito, George said with a dark face:

"Is it the 'mysterious department' that calls itself the FBI again?"

The young police officer shook his head and continued:

"This should not be the case. Not only do they have the official documents after they are issued, but they also have calls from the CIA and another department with a long name."

Turning his head and looking at the leisurely Kuroba Kaito, George instantly understood the key to everything.

Kaitou Kidd is of no importance to them, but Kaitou Kidd's skills are exactly the opposite.

Think about it, which secret service organization wouldn't want to possess this level of disguise?

"What are you doing?"

"go out!"

"Who allowed you to come in?"

Noisy sounds came from the crack of the half-open door. The little police officer turned his head in confusion, and was pulled open. Several people wearing FBI uniform jackets rushed in.

Lisa, the leader, was dressed smartly, with a golden ponytail tied behind her head, and a slight make-up. She was very heroic. She raised her hand to show her FBI ID and the stamped document and said:

"I'm going to take him away immediately. Detective George, do you have any objections?"

"Have we met somewhere?"

Glancing at the documents, George narrowed his eyes. This was not a question but an affirmation. The Lisa in front of him soon overlapped with a reporter who had interviewed him. He took a step forward and stopped the black man who had already stepped forward to take him away. Several FBI officers from Yu Kaito.

Lisa didn't answer, but just said: "That's not important. Just leave the person to us. Everything else has nothing to do with you."

"Sorry, I need to ask the director for instructions."

Putting away the documents and documents, Lisa had a confident smile on her face.

"No, I've already asked for instructions for you."

After saying that, she waved and after receiving the order, the two FBIs knocked George away and stepped forward to roughly pull up Kaito Kuroba.

The handcuffed Kuroba Kaito was pulled up from the chair, but there was no trace of anger on his face. He smiled evilly, and the cloak behind him suddenly released thick white smoke.

Just as they started to drive away the smoke, they felt that Kuroba Kaito between the two people had disappeared. The two people were shocked and moved toward the middle.

Before the two FBI agents could realize what was happening, they were horrified to realize that their hands were handcuffed together.

Looking at the place shrouded in white smoke, Lisa turned sideways, put her right hand on the preparation belt around her waist and asked:

"You didn't confiscate his equipment in advance?"

Staring at the vigilant Lisa, George shook his head in amusement and said:

"Of course, after all, he is not a damn felon to us."

Listening to the curses of the two FBI agents in the smoke, Lisa took a step forward to check the situation. The next moment, several streaks of smoke suddenly spurted forward, hitting everyone's eyes. Several people subconsciously blocked their eyes, and felt a sudden gust of wind. Rush past.

"Cough cough..."

Then the two FBI agents rushed out of the smoke, huddled together and coughing.

Waving away the smoke in front of her eyes and looking at her useless subordinates, Lisa gritted her teeth and said:

"Trash, let's go, we'll chase you!"

George glanced at the smoke-filled interrogation room, sighed helplessly, stepped forward to help the two sullen-looking FBI agents unlock the handcuffs, and watched silently as they hurried out.

"Where are the people who just came out?" Looking around, Lisa grabbed the little police officer and asked coldly.

The young police officer paused for a moment and pointed in the direction of the toilet.

With a cold face, Lisa pulled out her pistol and led a group of FBI to the door of the toilet.

"The FBI is on the case!"

He kicked open the door of the men's room, making the police officer Shu Shuang, who was peeing, tremble all over.

When he turned around, he saw Lisa rushing in with a group of FBI guns.

The police officer quickly pulled up his pants and shouted in a stern voice:

"Asshole! What do you want to do? Did you know this is the men's room of the New York Police Department! You FBI are so lawless."

Lisa glanced at the waistband of the other party's pants, and raised her hand to point at the police officer who was covering his crotch. The FBI, who had just taken off the handcuffs, immediately understood, puffed up his chest, and walked to the police officer's side.

Seeing the other person's arm on his shoulder, the police officer forced a smile and threatened:

"I'm from the New York Police Department..."

The next moment, he soared into the air, his eyes spinning, and he looked confusedly at the chandelier on the ceiling. After a short pause, he fell heavily on the cold tiles, and the stinky smell left on the ground penetrated his nostrils.

His face instantly turned red, and then he grabbed his face with one hand and pulled hard.

"You are really going too far! I must...complain against you!"

Frowning at this scene, Lisa turned to look at the closed compartments.

Harry's terrified voice came from one of the stalls.

"Who...who is outside? Don't come over, otherwise...or I'll call the police!"