It was a dark day for Tajik Zarhad.

"Fuck the peace talks!"

He returned to his camp and roared at his adjutant.

"Those damn traitors! Traitors! They sold the country to those white pigs, and now they want us to negotiate! Damn the negotiations! We will fight those bastards to the last minute and never compromise!"

"But we don't have much money anymore..."

“Damn it!”

Hearing this, Zaerhad also roared, sat down on the chair, and remained silent. However, at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang, and Zaerhad picked up the phone and answered it.

“Who is it?!”

"Hello, Mr. Zahrhard."

Coming from the other side of the phone was a very gentle and peaceful voice. He spoke in Zaerhad's native language, but Zaerhad had never heard this voice before.

"Who are you? How do you know my phone number?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can give you everything you want."

“Hehehe.”

Hearing this, Zaerhad sneered.

“He’s actually a philanthropist.”

"No, I'm not a philanthropist. I'm just a peacemaker, a peacemaker who stands on the side of the bullied."

The other party was not shaken by Zahard's sarcasm.

"I would like to ask Mr. Zahrhard, what is your goal?"

"Is there even a need to ask? Of course we should drive those bastards out of our country!"

"But you know this is impossible. Do you know why?"

"…What do you mean?"

Hearing the voice on the other end of the microphone, Zaerhad frowned.

"Because this is not a war, Mr. Zaerhard. Maybe you don't like me to say this, but this is the fact. You see, they fabricated false charges, invaded your homeland, bombed your city, and massacred your people. But what can you do? Kill a few soldiers? Blow up a few tanks? What's the point? They are soldiers, and they will die anyway."

"……so?"

"So, I'll help you turn this into a war."

"So what can you give me? Missiles? Tanks? Or gun bullets?"

"Hahaha, this is not enough, Mr. Zaerhard."

The other party laughed.

"Even if you have all these, the war is still going on in your land, your cities are still being destroyed, and your people are still being hurt. But what about them? Think about it, when your compatriots are wailing in the flames of war, what are they doing? They are eating potato chips, drinking Coke, watching movies, and playing games. When your children are dying in pain, what are their children doing? They are enjoying a beautiful, peaceful, and leisurely life. Can you bear it, Mr. Zaerhad? Can you bear it?"

“That’s enough!”

Hearing this, Zaerhad slammed his fist on the table.

"so what?"

"Equal retaliation is war. Now this is nothing but a one-sided massacre. Your struggle cannot bring them any harm at all. Only their own homes are in disaster. They watch their children struggling and dying in pain. Their own cities are littered with corpses and devastated. This... is called war. Mr. Zaerhad, and I can bring you this war."

"commander!"

At this moment, his adjutant suddenly screamed, and then stuffed a fax in front of Zaerhad. Looking at the numbers on it, Zaerhad was also stunned.

"This is... five hundred million dollars?"

“It’s a down payment.”

The sound from the phone continued.

"I will provide you with a plan and everything needed for this plan. All you have to do is implement this plan. Believe me, Mr. Zaerhard, after this plan, you will become everyone's hero."

“…”

Hearing this, Zaerhad was silent for a moment.

"So, what can you get from it?"

"Of course it's peace. I am a messenger of peace and a guardian of freedom. So, in order to protect the earth and mankind, I have to eliminate the enemies of freedom, peace and justice. Isn't it natural?"

"Hahahaha, Peacemaker, good, I like you as a Peacemaker!"

At this point, Zaerhad burst into laughter. He reached out his hand, took out a pendant from his arms, opened it, took a look at the photo inside the pendant, and then he gritted his teeth.

"Tell me about your plan."

Fang Zheng hung up his personal terminal, looked at the computer screen in front of him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile.

So far, everything has been going well, and the next step is to see the results. If it succeeds, it will be the biggest gain for Founder.

What is the Black Organization?

A thing that hides in a dark corner and dares not be seen by people. At most, it can assassinate a few politicians and blow up a few buildings.

That’s it?

Are you worthy of being an evil dark organization?

Now I will show you who the real dark organization is. FBI? CIA? MI6? That's it?

My target is the entire United States!

Fang Zheng wanted to see, after this plan was implemented, which side, himself or the Black Organization, would be the real ultimate boss of this world!

Unfortunately, Conan is a Japanese after all, and his activities are limited to Japan, and he rarely goes out of East Asia. So this time, it is impossible for him to detect and destroy his plan.

The only problem now is... time.

For Founder, this is a problem.

But for Zahrhard, this is not a problem.

In other words, everything went quite smoothly.

That person prepared everything for them, brand new passports, brand new identities, the best weapons, everything, including activity funds, roadmaps and plans.

The thought of that plan made Zaerhad very excited.

In fact, even when he set foot on American soil, Zaerhad couldn't believe it was all true. He had worried that it was all a trap, but the fact was that everyone entered the country safely and the customs didn't notice anything unusual.

However, standing in the bustling terminal hall, looking at the crowd in front of him, Zaerhad couldn't help but lose his mind. This reminded him of the shabby airport in his hometown. In comparison, this place seemed like another world. At this moment, Zaerhad suddenly felt a small impact. He lowered his head and saw a little blonde girl rubbing her nose and looking at him embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"It doesn't matter."

Looking at the little girl in front of him, Zaerhad smiled. Seeing the girl running away happily holding her mother's hand and walking out of the waiting hall, Zaerhad smiled slightly.

This girl reminded him of his own daughter, who was so lovely, so innocent, and so beautiful. But she was killed in the hospital by an American bomb, and not a single bone was left.

Thinking of this, a cold look flashed across Zaerhad's face.

That man was right, this was not a war, but now, he wanted to make it a war. A real, equal war!

It is only called war when they suffer the same pain as themselves!

"Ding-ling-ling."

The cell phone rang, Zaerhad picked up the phone, and soon, the soft voice appeared again.

"Hello, Mr. Zahrhard."

"Hello, what else can I do for you, Mr. Peacemaker?"

"Nothing, I just want you to take a good look at this city."

"?"

"Look, New York. What a beautiful city, isn't it? Mr. Zaerhard, you once had the opportunity to build a city as beautiful as it, but unfortunately you couldn't do it. But at least, you can pull this vampire off its altar and let it turn to ashes under the sunshine."

“…That’s exactly what we wanted to do!”

Having said that, Zaerhad clenched his fists.

"Very good, then let's fight for our common goal."

"That's right."

Zaerhad hung up the phone, looked at the beautiful and shining New York in the sun, and took a deep breath.

“This is a war.”

And this war has just begun.

Figures walked out of the airport one after another, and with unwavering faith, they headed for the battlefield they were heading for. While Zaerhad was listening to the reports of others, he was looking at the plan in front of him.

"First, we have to fly to our destination. New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Philadelphia, Houston, San Francisco - all the major cities in the United States are our targets. I have booked the tickets and strictly follow the schedule. We must ensure that all flights arrive at the destination at the same time."

"Then we'll get the weapons we need."

"Hey, sir?"

The stewardess was stunned when she saw the man wearing a gas mask coming out of the bathroom. However, before she could say anything, she saw the other party take out a gas canister from his arms and open it. Soon, the highly toxic smoke spread rapidly, filling the entire cabin. The man with the gas mask quickly took out a miniature bomb and directly blew open the cockpit door. Then he picked up a pistol and attacked the two pilots.

Then he threw the pilot's body aside, took control of the plane himself, and flew forward.

"…After all, taking off and landing are the most difficult things. Changing direction in the middle is something that anyone who isn't a monkey should be able to learn."

The whistling plane cut through the sky and flew straight forward. Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in amazement, completely speechless.

Then, flames broke out.

The Twin Towers, the U.S. Bank Building, the Sears Tower, the Chase Building, Philadelphia City Hall, the Transamerica Pyramid.

They were once the pride and symbol of this country, representing the supreme glory and achievement of this country. But now, they have completely collapsed, wailing and turning into ashes in the dust and fireworks.

People were screaming and running, no one knew what was happening, they just stared at it in amazement, totally not knowing how to react. For them, the false bubble of peace was completely shattered at this moment, replaced by incomparable panic and despair.

"God, God, what on earth is happening!"

Zaerhad watched an old man stumbling over from the other side of the street, her eyes red and she kept crying.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you, young man. Oh my God, why did this happen, what did we do wrong..."

Looking at the old man who was crying with his face covered, Zaerhad remained silent.

What did you do wrong?

Don't you understand even this?

However, you don't need to understand.

Just as we don't need to understand, we don't know what we did wrong to cause the terrible disasters you brought?

What did we do wrong to deserve your invasion of our country, murder of our people, and destruction of our cities?

There is no answer, and in fact no answer is needed.

"Begin the second step."

Looking at the people on the street who were either panicking or crying, Zaerhad picked up his phone and gave the next order coldly.

"boom!!!"

The explosions rang out again, but this time it was the substations in various cities that were attacked, and their equipment was powerless in the face of explosives. Soon, the entire city's power grid was completely paralyzed, and it was pitch black everywhere. The power system that people relied on for survival was completely destroyed.

The communication facilities were destroyed, and no one could contact each other. Everything seemed to be trapped in an endless disaster and nightmare. People screamed, cried, and wept for this hellish scene. Many of them had never seen such a scene in their lives, but for Zaerhad, he had not only seen such a scene, but it was also his daily life.

Now it’s your turn to enjoy this kind of “daily life”.

Looking at New York in panic, Zaerhad raised his hands high.

Come on America, let's continue our war!