Chapter 174 Tomorrow's Bloom (1)

"Is there anything unusual over there?"

Near the factory on the south side of the campsite, Takeda Daiji's face was filled with anxiety. He held his phone tightly, as if he was going to crush it.

The team members on the other side had just searched the target factory from top to bottom and found nothing. They panted and said anxiously, "No! There's nothing here!"

"...Search carefully again." The man whispered. He reached out and pressed his forehead hard. He quickly hung up and called the team member stationed at the General Affairs Office.

Outside the window, the huge factory slightly obscured by trees was silent and deserted. After they arrived, they circled around and observed for a long time, and even climbed in through the factory window that was not strictly guarded.

There was nothing unusual.

The expressions of the few people after returning to the car were not good, and they could only pin their meager hopes on the team rushing to the other side.

While waiting, Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously took out the cigarette box from his pocket, and it was not until he opened it that he remembered that the cigarette inside had been replaced with a girlish pink strawberry stripe candy stick. He could only take out one and hold it in his mouth like a cigarette, biting the crisp candy with a crunching sound, and his mouth was full of rich strawberry flavor.

There was actually a thick layer of honey-flavored filling inside, mixed with an overly strong strawberry flavor, so sweet that it made people frown.

Unexpectedly, the result was the same over there.

"...Are you sure these are the only two locations that meet the criteria?" After the second call was quickly connected, Takeda Daiji asked straight to the point without any preface. A series of rapid knocking sounds rang out from the other side as the voice sounded, as if something was being urgently searched.

"Yes... All registered factories have been searched, and only these two meet the criteria..." The person on the other end looked over the results of the search not long ago several times, and the sweat on his forehead fell. "There are not many factories in this area. There are only four pharmaceutical factories, and two of them are more than 70 kilometers away. Even if you drive as fast as you can, you can't get

there within 40 minutes. "After hanging up the phone, Takeda Daiji's face darkened. He was in a state of headache, holding his forehead with his hand on the car window, and muttered in a low voice, "Is it not registered..."

He has been in the General Affairs Office for decades and has handled thousands of cases of all sizes. Occasionally, he would encounter such a situation. Factories that are not registered in the police system, which should have included every location, seem to be the force behind the whole incident. However, every time he wanted to explore a little deeper, he would be blocked by the public security department.

As time went by, Takeda Daiji also knew that these things were probably related to the black forces that the Public Security Bureau was watching. In the future, when he encountered such things, he would just collect the information and give it to the Public Security Bureau for investigation and processing, while he concentrated on tracking down the most important illegal drugs in the General Affairs Office.

This is even more troublesome. If it is really in such a factory, they have no idea how to find it. They can't just drive around all the places within the conditions to see if there are any hidden factories? By the time they drove halfway around, Kasugawa Shugo would have bled dry.

"Not registered in the police system..." Matsuda Jinpei frowned and repeated in a low voice.

Then he suddenly remembered something, raised his head and met the eyes of Kenji Hagiwara who also turned his head in the driver's seat with a thoughtful look.

They both remembered the organization that their friends who went to the Public Security Bureau at the same time were fighting against.

If it were normal times, the two of them would never risk their friends being discovered or leaking information to find out about the organization, but now the situation is urgent. Kenji Hagiwara lowered his eyes, and his nimble fingers quickly typed a line of words on his mobile phone, and sent it to Amuro, who was saved in the contact list as a delivery man for the cafe.

In the Polo Cafe, the blond-haired, dark-skinned man resisted the urge to throw the plate in the face of a pink-haired graduate student, and made the signature sandwich as delicious as usual. The waiter who also doubles as a chef put the tray on the table. He didn't have time to make a delicate platter of small dishes as usual. All the sandwiches, enough for five people, were placed on a large tray, crowded together.

As soon as he put down the plate, he felt the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrate. The man took it out. There was a familiar number without any notes, and there was only one line of text inside.

[Hello, is it convenient to order food now?]

Shouldn't Kenji Hagiwara be saving people with his senior Shugo Kasugawa now? Toru

Amuro paused, and smelled a hint of something unusual from this text message that was testing whether his surroundings were safe, but he did not hesitate at all in his actions.

[In the cafe, the surrounding environment is safe. ]

After sending this text message, the man received a reply soon.

A pharmaceutical factory within a 20- to 40-minute drive. Amuro Toru frowned and instantly realized that this was the message Kasugawa Shugo left for them. It seemed that there was no trace of the model worker of the General Affairs Department who was unfortunately arrested in any factory within this range, so they suspected that he was not registered.

The organization does have many factories, warehouses, underground bases and houses that are completely unrecorded in the police system as safe houses or bases. Gin, the guy who makes people jealous, also likes to execute the undercover agents he caught or the members of the organization who are no longer valuable in warehouses or abandoned factories.

But asking him to suddenly recall all the places within this range, and then identify which one is a pharmaceutical factory and which one is an ordinary abandoned factory through his previous observations, this excellent public security undercover was a little difficult for a while.

He concealed the expression on his face very well, but the other four people present were very sensitive and soon noticed the difference on Amuro Toru's face after receiving the text message.

"What's the matter?" Date Kou asked. He originally wanted to ask if there was any news about Kasugawa Shugo, but because Suemitsu Sosuke and Okiya Subaru were present, he did not say the name directly, but used the name of the little boy who was also kidnapped and was familiar to everyone, "Is there any news about... Conan?"

Amuro Toru responded softly.

He glanced at Subaru Okiya who was sitting at the outermost booth, and he didn't want to admit that it would be more efficient to tell this FBI agent who had also worked undercover in the organization.

After all, when this guy was Ray, his mission for a long time was to execute various undercover traitors and wastes identified by Gin, so he must be very familiar with this kind of place.

Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes, with a cold piercing look in his eyes, but he still concealed the parts that would expose his identity or contain important information, and only spoke of the key points.

Everyone in the booth stopped eating lunch. Tsukiyama Asari still had a sandwich in his mouth. As the only cafe owner among the group without any special status, he could only puff out his cheeks and chew slower to prevent the crunching sound of the fresh vegetables in the sandwich from disturbing their racing minds.

He lowered his voice and filled his empty stomach with a sandwich, while letting the system bring up the map, and then carefully looked at the conditional area circled in red.

"When can there be a vest positioning service?"

Tsukiyama Asari complained to the system in his heart with some helplessness. He himself, as the main body, didn't even know where the vest was. Is this appropriate? After

the system diligently brought up the map, it fell silent because of this complaint, and pulled Xiao Wu, who was about to step on the sea area on the map, away from the interface box.

The black-haired man twitched his mouth, enlarged the map a little, and looked down from the top a little bit. When he saw the second area, he suddenly stopped.

Does the topography of this place look familiar...

"Here..." In the silence, Suemitsu Sosuke narrowed his dark red eyes, placed his mobile phone face up on the table, and said, "There is an abandoned and collapsed pharmaceutical factory there. The relevant information was hidden by the police system last year."

As he spoke, the man used his skinny fingers to enter the coordinates on the smart map interface of the mobile phone, as if he had already memorized this string of numbers.

32°21′54”N, 134°45′37”E.

Subaru Okiya looked at the coordinates that the man in the wheelchair had skillfully typed out, and suddenly realized where this place was. The dark green eyes hidden behind the lenses kept darkening.

It turned out to be the factory where they had the accident. After the accident, the pharmaceutical factory quickly stopped production and was abandoned because of various hidden dangers that could not be dealt with after the explosion. The rescue plan that SAT participated in was related to the organizational power of the public security investigation and the illegal drugs that the General Affairs Office was responsible for. The factory-related information was quickly encrypted and saved by the police and disappeared from the search network under ordinary authority.

This place has become an excellent location that is under police surveillance but cannot be easily found by people with lower authority.

"How long does it take to get from the campsite to this factory at the highest speed limit?" Yi Dahang asked.

Before he asked, the scarred hand was tapping on the mobile phone to search. The mobile phone system was running very fast and gave the answer almost as soon as the man finished speaking.

Suemitsu Sosuke curled his lips and said hoarsely, "32 minutes."

It seems that the little detective he brought out is really good

. When all the things that can observe time were taken away, the estimated time was only two minutes wrong. "Okay." Amuro Toru raised an eyebrow, and his gray-purple eyes were full of fierce light. He quickly replied to Hagiwara Kenji, then took off his apron and ran to his car parked next to the cafe.

Before, he could only stay in the cafe anxiously waiting for news because there was no clue at all. Now that there is a clue, this public security officer will definitely not sit and wait for death.

His movements were so smooth. Tsukiyama looked inside at the bad employees who had skipped work without asking for leave right under his nose, and turned to check his line of sight with Date Kou.

Three of the four people sitting around the table stood up immediately, and soon the cafe was empty.

As soon as Amuro Toru put on his seat belt, he felt the car door being opened from the outside, and the car body suddenly became much heavier. He turned his head and saw that his car was suddenly crowded with people.

After seeing the driver looking over, Tsukiyama in the back seat smiled at him shyly, and Suemitsu Sosuke next to him nodded slightly. Next to him, Okiya Subaru, who had just stuffed someone's wheelchair into the trunk like a whirlwind, reached out and pushed his glasses.

In the passenger seat, Date Kou rubbed the back of his head and smiled, revealing a standard eight-tooth smile with a semi-permanent toothpick in his mouth.

Looking at these four guys with completely different styles, Amuro Toru twitched his lips, and he didn't have time to worry about whether Tsukiyama Asari was suitable to be among the criminal police, public security, retired special police, and FBI.

He stepped on the accelerator, drove the car full of people into a racing posture, and quickly rushed out of the parking space.

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The lower level of the factory.

After tying himself back to the hemp rope hanging from the ceiling, Kasugawa Shugo couldn't help but sigh.

If he didn't know the structure and situation outside, he would have grabbed the innocent little boy next to him and ran away. Who wants to continue playing some torture script with those guys here?

He lowered his head and waited for the people outside to come in again, and suddenly heard Edogawa Conan, who was stuffed with a cloth tape, 'hmm' twice.

The chestnut-haired man turned his head and saw the boy blinking his round eyes vigorously, trying to wink at him, as if to remind him of something.

......?

Kasugawa Shugo, who didn't understand why the little detective winked at him, thought about it, and made his already round honey-colored eyes even rounder, and blinked a few times at the little boy next to him. Edogawa Conan's expression froze, and he couldn't help but reveal a speechless half-moon eye.

Come on, how come this policeman is only reliable intermittently? !

He gritted his teeth in frustration, and once again tried to blink at Kasugawa Shugo.

.....Oh yeah! I was injected with that drug, I almost forgot about it...

Kasugawa Shugo coughed hard a few times, made his throat a little hoarse at the helpless expression of the boy next to him, and immediately returned to his previous state.

This switch was really fast and skillful, Edogawa Conan couldn't help but look at it twice more, and his crooked half-moon eyes didn't retract for a long time.

This is too skillful, it feels like Officer Kasugawa is usually like this...very good at pretending to be good and coquettish.

Thinking about the other party's superb performance of the character of "confused waiter" at the banquet, the boy retracted his gaze and updated his understanding of this police officer in his heart.

The door was pushed open from the outside at this moment.

The woman who had left for a long time walked in, holding Kasugawa Shugo's well-worn mobile phone in her hand. The screen with the brightness turned to the maximum pierced the chestnut-haired man in the dark and squinted his eyes.

The man who was hung in the middle still had a strange smell of rust in his mouth, but the blood scratches on his side face had dried up. Before the woman came in, he hid the cloth that Oikawa gave him to block the blood that kept flowing out of the gunshot wound inside his clothes. Without the cloth to block it, the blood dripped down again.

The people following the woman were people Kasugawa Shugo had never seen before, and the equipment they had on them was different from the group of mercenaries who arrested him yesterday. He could only be secretly alert and search for Oikawa's location covertly in the room.

After this group of people came in, Ikawa, who was originally guarding the door, quickly occupied the position at the side of the room. That corner could see everything in the room, and everyone's movements were within the man's field of vision.

He crossed his arms and leaned his back lightly against the wall. Because of this action, Ikawa's exaggerated muscles bulged more fiercely, and the heavy clothes outlined his smooth curves.

Under the lowered brim of the man's hat, a pair of extremely aggressive mandarin orange eyes were revealed. Unlike the sticky look in Kasugawa Shugo's eyes, which was as sticky as honey, Ikawa's eyes were the same color, but they seemed to be leaning towards gold in the dark, full of sharp aggression. The whole person leaned against the corner, like a cheetah ready to go.

Iwama was the last one to come in with the group. With a frown on his face, he walked a few steps to his partner, touched Black Panther's waist with his hand, and then tilted his head towards the woman.

Oikawa raised an eyebrow in understanding.

It seemed that she really didn't trust them. While looking for them to hire mercenaries, she also found other helpers, and maybe one of them was one of her own.

This was a bit troublesome.

"Do you want to see the text message? It was just sent." The woman shook the phone quickly in front of him, as if she didn't want Kasugawa Shugo to see any words on it. She quickly withdrew her hand and threw the thing in her hand to Iwama who was not far away.

The phone stayed in the man's hand for only a few seconds before it was snatched away again. Iwama turned around and saw that his friend, who was not interested in anything, was holding the phone in his hand and flipping the screen to the policeman who was hanging.

Kasugawa Shugo lowered his head and read the text message at a glance. He looked dazed by the drugs, and the woman probably thought that the man had no strength to interact with the outside world, so she did not interrupt Kasugawa quickly.

Because the police officer was kneeling on the ground, she was much shorter than the woman who was standing in high heels. She leaned down slightly, and her high heels stepped on Kasugawa Shugo's thighs, including a malicious weight-lifting action, so that the sharp tip of the shoe pressed hard on the opponent's knees, which made the mercenary next to him pull up his head, which had been hanging down.

The curly hair that had not been trimmed for a long time during the mission was easily pulled up. The chestnut-haired man raised his head with this action, and his face was confused and dazed, as if he had lost his mind due to the torture of drugs.

"Hey--" The woman pinched his chin and raised her voice a little. Her long nails with nail polish once again broke the narrow bloodstains on the scarred face of the other party, making the other party's already bloodstained face even more miserable.

Part of the confusion on the chestnut-haired man's face was really not acted.

The text message with a hidden code that he just read quickly was very wrong.

It's not that there is a problem with the sender. Tsukiyama Asari has already rushed here with others. Through the traces at the door, it was determined that his location was the pharmaceutical factory that was erased from the files. After confirming the location, Takeda Daiji quickly edited a reply with a hidden code and sent it back. He was completely sure that it was sent by his predecessor.

But the content was very strange.

Generally, when encountering such a situation, the police in trouble certainly know what the meaning behind this text message is. The content is not important, only the hidden code information inside is important. However, the hostages with the police do not know this, so they will regard the content of the text message as the real response of the rescuers outside.

Therefore, when editing the text message, the rescuers will try their best to comfort the hostages while hiding the information. For example, the answer to the multiple-choice question given by the woman this time, the content in the text message should have been to choose Edogawa Conan who was innocently implicated next to him.

But why would it say... in it that if there is no possibility of any negotiation, choose him.

What's the purpose of this? He relies on the fact that the little detective who was also kidnapped has become familiar to all the departments of the Metropolitan Police Department. Everyone knows that he is as calm as a little adult, so he is not afraid of hurting the child's young heart, right?

The man pulled the corner of his mouth, but instead of smiling, he pulled the wound on the side of his face. The numbness and dull pain made him shrink in pain, and he almost couldn't maintain the confused pretense on his face.

The pain made him more sober. In fact, even without the stimulation of this tingling pain, Kasugawa Shugo could immediately understand what was going on.

The content of this text message is estimated to be... No, it must be that Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara, who are with Takeda Senior, asked Takeda Senior to write this.

......What kind of image do these two people have of him? This is just a disguised text message. Even if he says in the reply that he chooses the innocent boy next to him and leaves him here, there is nothing wrong with it. Or it should be written like this.

Kasugawa Shugo blinked, not knowing how his friend had managed to convince Takeda-senpai to change the text message to this under so much pressure. His eyes were actually a little moister than before.

Fortunately, when he was trying hard to restrain his expression, the person who was assigned by the woman to get something came back.

"It's a bit of a waste to give this thing to you." The man standing in front of him said, and took a new injection from the mercenary behind him and shook it in front of the man.

Through the injection, Kasugawa Shugo saw that Ikawa behind him had vaguely placed his hand on the gun at his waist, as if he was ready to take action at any time.

He shook his head slightly.

The police officer of the General Affairs Office has been dealing with drugs for almost seven years. He only took two glances to recognize what this drug was, which had not been labeled at all. This is not an illegal drug that cannot enter the body, but just a sedative.

And it is a very effective sedative.

A tube of liquid with a strict measurement was quickly injected into Kasugawa Shugo's body. The effect of the drug was very fast, and as the spirit gradually calmed down, sleepiness came along.

The effect of this sedative is only to help sleep. After seeing the chestnut-haired police officer slightly close his eyes, the woman immediately signaled the mercenary next to him to take action.

The man snorted and turned on the switch of the water pipe in his hand. The line was connected from somewhere, and the freezing cold water immediately gushed out from the outlet. The gate was opened wide, and the water splashed on his face, which was even painful.

The sleepiness he felt soon disappeared.

The endless water hindered his breathing and brought a feeling of suffocation like drowning. He frowned and coughed slightly in the water. When the mercenary finally turned off the switch, Kasugawa Shugo's clothes were soaked and stuck to his body with the cold water. He felt cold in the cold basement.

He couldn't tell whether this coldness was caused by the water or the blood loss.

A gunshot wound just below his shoulder, close to his chest, had just been maliciously stimulated by a violent stream of water. Blood flowed out happily from the originally relatively small wound, and then melted into blood water, wetting most of his shirt. Even after the water stopped, the blood continued to flow down, and the wet clothes were like its canvas.

Thanks for the sedative. Kasugawa Shugo thought to himself, and he silently shook his own hand, feeling that the discomfort caused by the anesthetic and muscle relaxant had finally dissipated a lot.

"I thought your friend's answer would definitely be the kid next to him." After the woman saw that he was awake, she reached out and picked up the boy who had been brought over by the mercenaries, and held him in her arms affectionately, "I didn't expect that your friend cares about you so much that he wants to exchange your life for the life of this innocent child."

Edogawa Conan turned his head to confirm Kasugawa Shugo's current situation, but saw that the police officer he trusted very much blinked quickly after meeting his gaze.

The boy understood instantly, hiding his raised mouth in the shadows. His hands tied behind his back grasped the handle of the dagger hidden in his sleeves, and he just quietly waited for the policeman to find the opportunity.

Her eyes exposed above the mask revealed an uncomfortable smile, and this text message was lightly transformed into another consciousness, "Since you would rather live in the drug rehabilitation center and want to get out alive, then I can't refuse this request."

The woman put her hand. The gun was against Edogawa Conan's forehead, "I will let you go after I kill this kid, but it's rare to meet, so I still have to leave some memories."

"Well...why don't I carve something on your beautiful face." She put the gun. He moved his mouth to the half of Kasugawa Shugo's face that had been washed clean, leaving only the blood slowly flowing from the narrow wound caused by the fingernails, and shot him with a gun. She rubbed the red mark with her mouth and smiled, "Don't worry, Ali's knife skills are very good. I guarantee that this scar will never go away and will accompany you for the rest of your life."

"Let me think... I always thought that you policemen were all idiots who would die for the public interest or for the innocent child in my hand. I didn't expect that there are smart people like you among them. How about this, after all, this child died for you... just carve the three words 'murderer'." She narrowed her eyes and said in a pleasant tone, "How about it, murderer. Am I right?"

"You are wrong this time." Kasugawa Shugo pulled the corner of his mouth and suddenly smiled.

On his face, which was finally washed clean by water, there was a long wound caused by a gunshot. The blood that was squeezed out of his mouth flowed down his side face, dripping onto the ground. The part that stuck to his face was pierced by the gun. The mouth rubbed it randomly, and the side of his face was stained with blood again.

"It doesn't matter if it's the public or the child next to me who has nothing to do with me, it doesn't

matter if it's anyone..." "I can die for any of them." In the dim room, only the eyes of the chestnut-haired man seemed to be shining. He raised his head and met the eyes of the masked woman in front of him, "But this is not the only thing that can't happen. I won't..."

He made an agreement with Jinpei Matsuda.

As a policeman, he will choose others at the first opportunity under any circumstances, but... he will also try his best to fulfill his promise and do his best to survive.

Although the scene of Matsuda Jinpei shedding tears can be photographed and used as a SP collection that is more precious than SSR, but... I really don't want to see those guys show this expression again.

Kasugawa Shugo bit his lower lip, and his words were filled with the smell of blood surging from his throat, "...I will never die at the hands of you scums and give you the opportunity to be complacent. Conan!"

With Kasugawa Shugo's last shout, the boy who was held by the woman quickly broke free from the rope on his arm, and then suddenly grabbed her arm that was pointing the gun at the chestnut-haired man and twisted it to the side, and at the same time deftly cut the woman's wrist with the dagger that the police officer had stuffed into him before.

Hand. As the gun slipped out of his hand, the boy jumped down, and as he landed, he quickly picked up the weapon that had fallen to the ground, and shot it at the wrist of the mercenary who was trying to shoot Kasugawa Shugo behind him.

As the boy moved, Officer Kurifaki quickly wrapped the hemp rope that was hanging on his wrist several times, shortening the length of the rope, and grabbed the upper end of the hemp rope tightly with his hand that was already full of wounds, and used the force to jump up, and fiercely kicked the mercenary next to the woman.

The wrist that bore the weight of the whole body was tightly strangled by the hemp rope, and the rough rope surface forced out more blood, which flowed down along the arm, making the clothes on Kasugawa Shugo's arm wet and stick to the skin.

The palm of his hand rubbed the surface of the hemp rope vigorously, which was very painful, but the chestnut-haired man didn't have time to care about it. After kicking the man down, he quickly used the force to bend his knees and hit the chin of the mercenary named "Ali" next to him. The latter was kicked backwards and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

Iwama reacted quickly to this sudden change. He raised his hand and was about to shoot at Kasugawa Shugo who suddenly started to attack, when he heard gunshots and shouts from behind him.

"Iwama, put the gun down!"

It was Oikawa's voice. At the same time as the mercenary with amazing combat power opened his mouth, the bullet shot from his direction quickly penetrated the chest of the mercenary who had raised his gun at the corner of the wall and pointed it at the chest of the chestnut-haired police officer.

"Ah?!" Iwama had no idea what was going on, but he and Ikawa had known each other since childhood, so he subconsciously chose to join the opponent's weak camp, with the gun in his hand. He turned his mouth, and the bullet flew past Kasugawa Shugo's hair and hit the chest of the mercenary who was temporarily fighting with him behind him.

There are many people who cross the river and destroy the bridge. Except for Ikawa, who has been his partner for decades, he has no pressure to do this to other people, and even sighed at his excellent shooting skills.

The woman lost her only weapon, and saw that the two mercenaries she had hired with her own money turned to the police without a word. She couldn't help cursing, and Ikawa quickly used the gun. He pointed the muzzle at her chest, but before he fired, he heard the policeman next to him shouting at him, "Leave her alive!"

"Tsk!" He clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, but the muzzle of the gun obediently moved down and shot through the woman's knee, making her unable to move.

"Hey - there are people coming from behind!" Iwama shot at the group of people brought by the woman in the room, and turned to shout at his friend. He heard chaotic footsteps from behind, and there were many people, probably the other side's people...

No, what other side's people. After he chose to help this cop who he had just insulted with Ishikawa, the whole factory became the other side's people, whether they were the hired soldiers he got when he took on this mission or the people the woman found herself.

Iwama cursed in his heart. There were too many people in the room, and they couldn't spare the time to deal with the people coming from behind. Before the man could ask Ikawa to cover himself and go outside to stop those people from coming, he saw the policeman hanging in the middle shouting at Ikawa.

The next second, Kasugawa Shugo flexibly wrapped the rope around his arm a few more times, and when the rope swung towards Ikawa due to gravity, he quickly cut the rope with the blade hidden in his sleeve, and fell towards the man guarding the door.

The moment he fell, he quickly bent his legs and pressed his right knee on Ikawa's right shoulder. The latter took the opportunity to hold the opponent's leg bend to ensure that the wall-walking policeman would not fall off him.

Kasugawa Shugo nimbly stole the spare gun from Ikawa, and took advantage of this position to aim outside from a relatively high position, and every bullet hit the fatal position.

This style of fighting made the bullets consumed very quickly. He fired two empty bullets, and let out a rather dissatisfied sound, and took advantage of the position to mercilessly slap the hatted head of the man who half lifted him up.

Ikawa's hand that was originally wrapped around his leg was quickly withdrawn, and changed to a suspended posture. Kasugawa Shugo's originally wrapped leg immediately stretched back and stepped on his suspended arm, and then used the force to jump out directly, rushing towards the remaining mercenaries outside the corridor.

With the weight of an adult man's entire body falling on his arms, Ikawa just frowned, his arms didn't shake at all, and he waited until the opponent collapsed before he slightly shook his hands.

... His son was indeed much heavier than before.

Kasugawa Shugo used the force to directly open his legs and put them on the shoulders of the intruder, and while holding the opponent's head with his thighs, he snatched the gun from the man's hand, and quickly dealt with all the guys with the cooperation of Iwama.

"Fuck..." Iwama gasped. He was speechless for a long time after watching this set of smooth coordinated movements. Finally, he turned to Iwama and said to Iwama, "You... him, you are not an undercover agent of the police, right? No, no... I have known you since childhood. How can you have the time to be a policeman... No, how come the action of that policeman twisting someone's head is exactly the same as yours?"

"I taught you this, of course it's the same." Iwama glanced at him, picked up the only conscious woman, tied her up with a cloth belt, and threw her aside.

The little boy who skillfully cooperated with them to solve these troubles made him look at him twice more. He waited until Edogawa Conan ran towards Kasugawa Shugo before he adjusted the brim of his hat and whispered, "My son. Let's go and send them out first."

"Okay, I'll reload the bullets first..." Iwama took the pistol in his hand and quickly changed the bullets. He took two steps forward before he realized something belatedly. He turned his head back suddenly and almost twisted his neck. "Is this your son?!"

Ikawa glanced at him, and the latter immediately lowered his voice and almost bit his tongue. He turned his head and looked at the chestnut-haired man who was squatting among the mercenaries who were knocked unconscious and talking to the boy. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck... Is this really your son?"

Kasugawa Shugo seemed to feel something, turned his head, and met Iwama's eyes.

"Is it... Kawanako's child?" Looking at the policeman's face that was finally cleaned up, Iwama was stunned and said this sentence after a long time.

When he arrested Kasugawa Shugo before, he only took a blurry photo. He arrested the man in the middle of the night and locked him in a room with only a little light. At that time, the chestnut-haired man's face was covered with blood, so it was hard to see what he looked like. It was not until now, when Kasugawa Shugo's face, which had just been washed clean, was completely exposed under the bleak light of the corridor, that the mercenary who had been friends with Ikawa for decades finally saw this face clearly.

Iwama's brain suddenly buzzed as if it had been electrified.

Twenty-eight or twenty-nine years have passed. He has long forgotten many people and events from before. He only remembers that his friend suddenly said that he wanted to leave this chaotic place with all kinds of people. He asked someone to get some fake documents, laundered the money he had earned before, and then found an ordinary job, whether it was moving goods or doing odd jobs, in short, he would no longer do these things.

At that time, Iwama knew the reason for his choice, which was nothing more than wanting