Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

"Tonight, the leaders of the Conference of Nations will come to watch the musical on Broadway. This should be the host country's reception process. And your Department of Homeland Security's task is to ensure the safety of the venue, right?"

Looking at the man who said the above words calmly, Imran took a deep breath: "It's terrifying, not many of us in the Department of Homeland Security know about this kind of thing."

However, the key information was obtained by the Japanese public security.

"Oh." Xinfan said calmly, "I wasn't quite sure at first, thank you for helping me confirm this news."

Imran: "…"

Ahhh, it was a mistake to get to know a person like Asano Nobuyuki!

"Let's go." Nobunaga patted Imran's shoulder familiarly, "It's time for us to do our own thing."

Imran frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Don't you want to confirm the security of the venue, I'll go with you."

"I thought you would prefer to stay here to protect that young lady." Imran raised his chin in the direction of Maurilan's departure, "That young lady should be a very important person to you, right?"

Nobufan shook his head and murmured in a low voice, "I just don't want the plot to change too much, and now she can basically rest assured."

Although he still doesn't know what the fetters are that make Belmode unwilling to let go of Maurilan, he is very clear about Belmod's tolerance and even love for Maurilan.

With Belmod, Maurilan's safety can be basically guaranteed.

Nobunaga decided to use this time to do something else, he always felt something bad was about to happen today, and before that, he needed to prepare as much as possible.

Imran glanced at him: "What is the plot, are you talking about the show tonight? No matter what you want to say, I can see that you care about the people around you. It is precisely because of this that I can reluctantly Believe in your identity."

"Really?" Nobunaga smiled indifferently.

…

It was less than two hours before Maori Kogoro and the others departed for their flight back to Japan. The procedures for going abroad were quite troublesome. To be on the safe side, they had to arrive at the airport at least an hour earlier, but they still hadn't found Maorilan. .

"Where did Xiaolan go?!" Mauri Kogoro rubbed his temples with a headache. "He left suddenly without saying a word, and the phone couldn't get through. This child is really, more and more imprecise!"

Conan, who always cared about Sister Xiaolan the most, was not in a hurry this time. While packing his luggage, he said to Kogoro Mouri, "Don't worry, Brother Asano said that Sister Xiaolan is fine."

"Huh? Asano?" Kogoro Mori frowned, "Have you contacted him?"

"I guess Sister Xiaolan should be with Brother Asano now. Brother Asano should be looking for Sister Xiaolan for something."

Even if Conan said so, Mouri Kogoro still couldn't be completely relieved.

After all, the lonely man and widow suddenly lost contact, and it was really hard for Maori Kogoro not to think of something that made him angry.

Could it be that he misread it before, Asano Nobuyuki has been coveting his precious daughter?

"Bang bang bang!" There was a knock on the hotel door.

"Mr. Mori, are you inside?" The unskilled Japanese sounded outside the door.

There were only two people in the room, Mouri Kogoro and Conan. It was naturally Mouri Kogoro who opened the door: "I'm Mouri Kogoro, what's the matter?"

He stood there on his waist, staring at the man who looked like a waiter outside the door.

Even if he can speak Japanese, this waiter is not an ordinary person, right? Or, it is not easy to invite a Japanese-speaking waiter to come to him.

"Mr. Maori." The waiter bowed to Kogoro Maori, "Tonight at seven o'clock, the press conference of the Noah's Ark Project of the Tense Group will be held in the banquet hall on the second floor of the Juke Hotel. Please bring your family to attend."

With that said, the waiter also handed a gilded invitation to Kogoro Mouri.

Maori Kogoro took it over with a bewildered face: "Isn't the Noah's Ark plan of the Tense Group already released?"

"I'm not very clear about the specific situation, but what will be announced tonight should be the real Noah's Ark plan."

Mouri Kogoro just wanted to say something, but Conan stepped in and stood between the uncle and the waiter: "Who are you?"

"Huh?" The waiter looked around in confusion, "Who was talking just now?"

"..." Conan Banyueyan, "Bow your head, I'm with you bsp;" Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't notice my little brother just now, what's wrong with my little brother? "

"I asked who you are!" Conan asked cautiously, "You should be an employee of the juke hotel in your clothes, but inside and out, you have a certain understanding of the Tense Group and the Noah's Ark Project."

"Actually, it's nothing. For tonight's press conference, we have all received certain training."

"I won't go!" Maori Kogoro said with a stern face, "Our flight back home is about to take off in two hours, and my daughter..."

"You better look at the invitation, it should indicate the appearance fee and so on."

Mouri Kogoro was shocked: "What? Is there an appearance fee?!"

"Of course, a celebrity like you will pay your appearance fee to attend our conference."

Mouri Kogoro was deeply influenced by his former agent and had a clear understanding of his worth. When he saw the content of the invitation, he immediately changed his mind: "Okay, please tell the organizer, my name is detective Mouri Kogoro. Will be there on time."

The waiter bowed and then closed the door and exited.

"Uncle..." Conan looked at Mouri Kogoro helplessly.

"Cough cough." Mouri Kogoro's expression was a little unnatural, "Now we have time to wait for news from Xiao Lan."

In addition to Mouri Kogoro, many intelligence officers from various countries who stayed at the juke hotel also received invitations from the tense group.

Tonight's press conference seems to be a feast for the family, but no one chooses to back down. Knowing the danger, they still resolutely accepted the challenge.

…

Because of Imran, Nobuman arrived at the Hudson Theater earlier than Belmod and Maurilan.

They found a closed cafe near the Hudson Theater—although it was closed, it was already under the control of the Department of Homeland Security, and they could come and go at will.

Nobunaga was sitting by the window on the second floor. This place is very suitable for sniping and has a very good field of vision, so it was listed by the Department of Homeland Security as a place that must be controlled.

He pointed to the Hudson Theater across the road and asked the doubts in his heart: "Since the leaders of the Conference of Nations are here tonight, why should ordinary audiences be allowed to watch the performance."

Imran replied as a matter of course: "Of course, it is to create a friendly image and atmosphere. Otherwise, the ordinary audience will be driven away just because of an entertainment event, and the originally low support rate will probably fall further."

This is something that has to be done in order to vote, but the security personnel have to pay double hard work.

"Mr. Bellomo," a young lad leaned down and whispered something in Imran's ear.

Imran nodded, indicating that he understood.

But the young man did not leave immediately, but asked again: "Mr. Bellomo, who is this gentleman, and why is he here? You know how important tonight's event is, and no mistakes are allowed. …”

"No need to say any more." Imran waved his hand to stop his subordinate's questioning, "This gentleman will never affect our arrangement, please rest assured."

Xinfan's eyes were smiling, and he used the raised coffee cup to hide the inappropriate emotions in his eyes.

The subordinate still wanted to say something, but Imran's expression was firm, obviously not allowing him to speak up, so he had to withdraw unwillingly.

"You really trust me." Nobuhan teased Imran as soon as the others left.

"Maybe I was more cautious about you before, but since you said those words to me, I know what kind of person you are." Imran smiled, "A person like you, isn't it? will do things that harm us, no matter what your position is."

Xinfan's eyes dimmed: "It's really breathless trust."

"Brother Jingguang, I found it." Hongshu's voice suddenly sounded in his earphones, "About June 17 and Belmod."

Nobunaga didn't speak, but the change in his eyes didn't hide from Imran.

"What's wrong?" Imran's eyes fell on his earphones.

Hongshu is still reporting on his work results: "I found that Belmod's documents were missing on June 17 many years ago. And before that, Belmod had a low-key period for nearly a year, and there was no one in the organization. Know what she was doing during that time."

Sounds very suspicious.

"Mr. Asano?" Imran said suspiciously.

"You said..." Nobuban murmured as if to himself, "Will Belmode have a daughter, a daughter similar to Maurilan?"

Imran was inexplicable: "What Belmod? What daughter?"

If this is the case, Belmod's daughter must have died prematurely because of a plan of the organization or a decision made by Rum and the boss, so Belmod has hatred for the organization. The appearance of Maorilan reminded Belmode of her daughter, and her mother's love overflowed, so she was different to Maorilan.

If June 17 is Belmod's daughter's death anniversary or birthday, why did she choose to take Maurilan to New York today?

"It's nothing." Nobufan answered Imran's question, "I just suddenly felt that I shouldn't have come with you today, I should have been by Miss Maori's side all the time."

Imran was speechless: "I didn't force you to come. Are you going to go now? It's still a while before the show starts."

Nobuyuki glances at the clock hanging on the wall - 17:52

There were still two hours before the show, and he really shouldn't waste that time.

"Mr. Bellomo!"

"Mr. Bellomo! Something is wrong!"

The guy who left earlier broke in again, but this time his expression became so bad that he couldn't even speak together.

"Calm down, don't panic." Imran frowned.

The subordinate took a deep breath, and regardless of the presence of Nobuhiro Asano, he said directly: "Mr. Bellomo, something is wrong. I just received the news that five minutes ago, the Mossad officer was attacked and killed at the hotel where he was staying before heading to the Juke Hotel. It's gone!"

Imran's face changed greatly: "What? Don't all Mossad people live in the juke hotel?"

"It was like this, but some people were worried about juke's inconvenience and changed hotels. Others kept juke's room, but no one knew where they actually lived."

The agents who think that juke is inconvenient to move has their secrets, but no matter what, the Mossad officials have an accident on the US territory, and it happened during the conference of nations, which itself is a diplomacy Accident - A serious diplomatic accident.

Nobuman curled his fingers and tapped his knuckles on the table regularly. The subtle sound was not obvious, but it still attracted Imran's attention.

That's right, isn't there a guy who is suspected of launching a terrorist attack sitting next to him!

"Mr. Asano!" Imran lifted the hem of his trench coat and sat opposite Nobuhan with a serious expression, "This matter is no trivial matter, and I need your assistance."

"What do you want to know?" Shinfan asked lightly.

"Did the tense do it?"

"No comment."

"You—" Imran didn't say anything before his subordinates waved their fists at Shinfan, "Have you figured out the situation, we are interrogating you now!"

Shinfan glanced at him, his tone unchanged: "I think you didn't understand the situation, right?"

"you-"

"Enough, UU reading www.uukanshu.com you go out first."

"Mr. Bellomo!"

"I said, you go out first."

No matter how unwilling his subordinates are, he can only step down.

And after he was gone, Imran asked again, "What can you tell me?"

"Instead of asking me here, think about who their next target is."

Imran's face changed greatly: "You mean this attack is not over?!"

"17:47, Mossad." Nobuyuki reached out and dipped his hand in the coffee, and drew on the table, while chanting the time lightly in his mouth.

He really didn't know that the group would attack these intelligence officers separately, but now that there's been the first case, there will only be more attacks in the future - after all, the group's purpose is to wipe out the red side in Washington - at least to make them suspicious of each other , unable to work together against the organization.

At the same time, in Tokyo, Japan, on the other side of the ocean, there was also a man from the Zhufu family who did the same thing as Nobunaga:

"17:58, German Federal Intelligence Service."

"The second case." Matsuda Jinping stared at the world map with a solemn expression, "Who is their next target?"

Tatani Zero took the marker from him and drew a circle somewhere on the map.

"Hush-fbi?

"This is America's own intelligence agency, and it doesn't appear that the organization intends to blame this attack on the United States."

"No, I can't be so sure." Zhu Fugaoming exhaled softly, "Sacrificing a few police officers for the sake of the big plan should be a normal thing for these intelligence agencies, right?"

Falling Valley Zero's face was heavy: "That's true."

Now they can only hope that the FBI can avoid this disaster with their intelligence network in the United States.