October 14th 02:15

Nagano City, Nagano Prefecture, Japan

The young man whose operation was codenamed "Pingjiangmen" stopped the car.

The agreed delivery location was in a remote wilderness. He stood in the heavy rain, holding on to the handle of the umbrella with all his strength. The strong wind roared outside, flying the corners of his clothes, and the umbrella swayed in the wind, its fragile ribs

There is also a tendency to break.

Ping Jiangmen has traveled to several continents before.

Almost every country with a sufficiently developed economy has circulated the criminal records of him and his partners. They are not attached to any organization, they are free killers who never take sides, they are only responsible for getting money to do things, and they have killed tens of thousands of people.

There are countless employers that I have served.

Three months ago, they smuggled themselves into Japan from overseas in order to avoid pursuit by the international police.

Among the four, there was a native Japanese who was born and raised in Aomori Prefecture and spoke with a Tsugaru accent. He was the only native of Japan, but his Japanese was not as good as the other three.

Originally, they were planning to stay in Aomori for a while to avoid the limelight...

But they didn't expect that one day when they were having fun and drinking in a bar, they met a beautiful woman.

The woman had wavy light golden hair, and her every gesture showed a arrogance that looked down on the world, but the smile when she raised her red lips was magnificent and dazzling, and there was a deadly poison hidden in her seduction.

She called herself "Belmod" and hoped that they could do something for her. Her tone was quite polite, and there were a large number of dazzling "0"s floating in the check she handed over.

When the youngest member of the four was drooling over the check, the woman added casually: "This is just a deposit. I will pay you double the amount after the event is completed."

This was the first time they had seen such a generous employer.

Although I am very suspicious of how this woman found their traces...but, who doesn't do rich business?

——If you don’t do it, you are a fool.

They completed the first mission easily.

The target is a Japanese named "Hideaki Nakajima" who works at a video game company.

They spent almost no effort and hacked the person to death in the apartment. The youngest member even got so playful at the scene that he cut up the body neatly and stuffed it into the refrigerator. The other members also let him play with his temper.

- I heard that the electricity bill in the apartment can last for several months, and the refrigeration is quite sufficient.

Originally, they thought that after this cooperation ended, they would leave as casually as before and have nothing to do with their employer.

But what Ping Jiangmen didn't expect was that the organization came to visit him again.

This time, the person who came to see them was a tall, silver-haired man, accompanied by a burly and stocky subordinate.

The subordinate drove a sky-high price sports car. The trunk of the car was filled with the highest denomination U.S. dollars, and the silver-haired man was equally generous and left the car and money to them.

But before leaving, he also made a speech that sounded like a death notice:

"In this mission, one of you will die. As for who dies, you decide for yourself."

"Don't even think about escaping. If you dare to make any move, I can guarantee that... your bodies will be thrown into the Pacific Ocean and become shark bait."

…

02:20

Ping Jiangmen waited for the person who came to pick up the "goods".

The people who came to see him this time were still the silver-haired man and his subordinates.

The man was walking in the wind and rain, with his hands in his pockets and a sparkling cigarette between his lips. His subordinate was half a step back, holding an umbrella wide enough to prevent the people in front of him from getting wet from the rain.

The man wore a knee-length black trench coat. The fabric fit closely to his figure, forming a perfectly proportioned wide shoulders and narrow waist. The placket of the coat floated in the night wind with his silky silver hair. He was very tall, and his slender legs stepped on the wet and soft soil.

The mud looks like a leopard moving gracefully in the night.

It is undeniable that this man's face hidden under the wide brim of his hat is sharp and angular, and his facial features are clear and handsome. The unique features of Nordic descent make him look like the white snow of Mount Galhe.

It's just that his cold eyes were like biting glaciers. Ping Jiangmen didn't even dare to look at him for a long time. Every time he was looked at by those piercing green eyes, he would lower his head tremblingly.

In the drifting rain, a man dressed in black stopped in front of Ping Jiangmen.

He said simply and horrified: "Things."

Ping pulled the door out of his pocket and took out a white plastic bag with various tiny parts stacked inside.

"Are you sure it's complete?" the man asked coldly.

"I'm sure." Ping Jiangmen nodded, "There are 45 parts in total. I have confirmed the quantity before taking it away, and it is correct."

The man raised his chin slightly, and the subordinate beside him took the parts away knowingly.

"How's it going on the road?"

"...Sora is dead."

Ping closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Chongde and Sugawara were caught by the police on the road. But don't worry... They don't know the specific information about their employer at all, they only know the details of tonight's mission. Even if the police take turns,

When questioned, nothing came out of their mouths."

"Yes, very good." The silver-haired man nodded slowly.

Amidst the patter of rain, his deep, magnetic voice passed through the fine raindrops and fell into Ping Jiangmen's ears——

"Then your mission is over."

Ping Jiangmen seemed to suddenly realize something. His eyes widened for a moment, and his steps immediately reversed.

He was about to turn around and run away, trying to escape from this destined fate, but it was already too late——

"Bang--!!"

At some point, the tower that was lifted up by the man lit up with a cluster of sparks.

When a plume of white smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, Ping Jiangmen, who was trying to escape not far away, fell straight to the dirt like a puppet that had lost its strings.

Boom!

He collapsed weakly to the ground, with a hideous bloody hole in his back. A second ago, a sharp bullet penetrated his chest from his back, shattering his heart.

Ping Jiangmen no longer struggled.

The bright red liquid gradually spread from under his body, soaking the surrounding soil.

Gin took back his hand/gun and looked extremely indifferent.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he ordered calmly as always: "Clean up."

"Yes, brother." Vodka on the side bowed in reverence.

…

at the same moment.

Chiyoda Ward Police Department, Tokyo, Japan

The huge and cumbersome computer equipment was finally loaded half an hour ago by Dr. Ali, who rushed over in a hurry. He took two assistants with him, both of whom were children with the most youthful faces.

At first, when he saw these two children who were no taller than their waists walking into the mobile conference room, Shiraishi Masakihito was shocked. But when he saw that the two children were not noisy or fussy, they helped the old man put it together in an orderly manner.

Behind the computer, I decided to turn a blind eye and say no more.

The device occupied almost two-thirds of the conference table, and the other police officers moved to the remaining seats, huddled together shoulder to shoulder.

The white-haired old man was typing on the keyboard under the screen. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "The things have been installed."

Shiraishi Masakihito nodded with a solemn expression: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ali."

"What's going on now?"

"Those parts haven't been loaded in by the organization yet." A young child's voice sounded in the room.

All the police officers present focused their attention on this extremely young girl with short hair.

She stood next to the old man and raised her head silently. Her childish voice revealed a coldness that was particularly inappropriate for her age: "If the parts are used, the virus program will automatically start. And the computer in front of us will also

Exit the program startup prompt."

She crossed her arms and stared at the large, empty display screen, "So, it's not time yet."

The moment she finished speaking, a lengthy progress bar suddenly popped up on the screen.

The surrounding police officers stood up one after another, all staring at the screen.

Edogawa Conan, who was standing next to the girl, narrowed his eyes slightly.

His blue eyes under his plain glasses were calm, and he spoke quietly at this moment: "It's begun."

It finally started.

This... the final duel.

The appearance of this progress bar means that the organization is already loading parts.

Dr. A Li put his hands behind his back and stared at the slowly growing progress bar, unable to help but sigh secretly in his heart.

There's something he didn't say

In fact, 80% of this virus program was created by the girl around him.
To be continued...