How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Chapter 26: The Conspiracy of the Column Group 4

After the fall, the day becomes short, the sunset falls early, and the bright lights of the city make the night bright.

The Jingguang Hotel in the city center is as prosperous as ever. Colorful neon lights decorate the green road outside, and in front of the magnificent baroque gate, all kinds of luxury cars are replaced and reciprocated, and there is an endless stream.

The two young men who were police officers yesterday but were forced to wear doorman costumes today tried their best to imitate Xin Haikong’s style of yesterday, and greeted them generously.

One of them seemed to think that the small bow tie around his neck was too tightly bound, so he couldn't help but fiddled with it, aiming the center of the bow tie at the gate.

"Yuanzi, why do you have an invitation letter for Mr. Zhuyuan's reception? Isn't this only for insiders in the art world?"

Suzuki Sonoko was wearing a dress and dragged Maurilan into the hotel, with Conan following behind.

"My uncle heard that Kaitou Kidd was interested in Winter Snow, and took the picture at noon today. Now this party is organized by my uncle."

Damn rich people. Conan rolled his eyes. But he still finds it strange, isn't Kidd only interested in gems? How can you suddenly be interested in a painting?

They entered the elevator and just pressed the close button. The next second, the elevator door, which had not been closed in time, was blocked by a hand.

The elevator doors reopened.

At the door stood more than a dozen men in black suits, headed by silver-white hair. They looked a little old, but they didn't look old at all. Instead, they were aggressive and had monocles on the bridge of their noses.

This scene really startled the two girls inside. Ran tensed her body subconsciously and used her arms to keep Sonoko and Conan behind her. But he didn't notice that Conan clenched his fists behind him, and the **** and dark temperament that rushed to his face was even worse than the two men in black organizations he had seen before.

Fortunately, the elevator in this luxury hotel is big enough to hold more than 20 people.

Conan and the others stood next to the door, and the three of them were so small that they were negligible, so they gave up their position in the middle.

The strong men in black suits walked neatly into the elevator, but the person in the lead stepped in last, and pressed the elevator button leading to the eighteenth floor with his gloved fingers.

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"Everything is normal on the first floor." "Everything is normal on the seventeenth floor." "Everything is normal on the eighteenth floor." "Everything is normal on the nineteenth floor."

"The demolition team has determined the location."

"Snipers are on standby."

Xin Haikong sat in a chair, dozens of monitors in front of him were aimed at every corner of all the moving lines from the first floor to the eighteenth floor, and the light from time to time was mottled on his face.

The red light on the walkie-talkie on the table on his left kept flashing, and it was very conspicuous in the dark room, and the voice of the subordinate's report was constantly heard inside.

Matsumoto Kiyocho stayed in command of the Metropolitan Police Department, and he was the first commander at the scene. Countless police officers are available for him to dispatch, and his success or failure tonight will directly affect the underground form of Tokyo and stir up the situation of more than a dozen large organizations.

Xin Haikong took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

All police forces have been deployed in advance where they should be.

The organization is also ready.

The art exhibition on the 17th floor went well, and the excited crowd was looking forward to the visit of Kidd, the phantom thief.

The discussion meeting on the 18th floor was in full swing, and the column between the groups had not yet torn their faces.

Until the first-hand video from the doorman, seeing those figures in black suits stepping into the hotel, Xin Haikong stood up.

The metal legs of the chair screeched across the cold floor.

He leaned closer to the screen and watched as those people stepped into the elevator.

The Black Lizard, the fighting faction of the Port Mafia.

His heart seemed to be in a sealed iron box, beating secretly and frantically. He breathed involuntarily, and his hands on the table trembled slightly.

The occasion of the meeting should be the biggest scene he has encountered since he came to this world. He is now as nervous as having a thousand Tokyo Towers exploding in his head.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, but his voice was still trembling slightly.

"Mr. Dazai, next, please."

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Seventeenth floor.

This time, in order to bring out the painting called "Winter Snow", the hall is specially decorated with winter as its theme. The walls and floors are like snow, the small snowflakes from the ceiling are regularly sprinkled, and even the original orchids are It was replaced with red plum, standing proudly in the vase of the hotel.

In the center of the hall is a glass showcase connected to the ceiling, which is the famous "Winter Snow".

The frame is housed in a slowly rotating display rack, ensuring that people around can appreciate the painting from all angles.

It is inevitable that people who are engaged in art are high and low. Ordinary people can't see the name of this painting.

Jiroji Suzuki himself has no interest in this painting, but he has a lot of money, and Kaitou Kid is very interested in this painting. Of course, he chose to buy this painting directly.

Although there was only six hours of preparation time, he still quickly transferred the latest device from the laboratory funded by the Suzuki family, and tightly covered the entire painting in the glass device. This time it will be foolproof!

He was particularly satisfied that this time, the police did not send Ginzo Nakamori, who was always failing and being teased by Kidd; instead, they sent the light of the Metropolitan Police Department - Xinjin, whose reputation has risen in the past few weeks. Police Watch, New Sea and Air.

Although this guy stole a few comments from him, he should be really good at it.

Maybe he shouldn't be called on the police right now. When Suzuki Jiroyoshi was chatting with the old policeman a few days ago, he also mentioned him, I heard that he was following up a big case, and it is estimated that he will be promoted again soon.

Really terrifying.

Overall, Kidd can definitely be caught this time!

"uncle!"

Suzuki Jiroyoshi looked at the door of the hall, and it was his niece Suzuki Sonoko who came with her friend.

Conan was left behind alone, still thinking about the group of people he just saw in his mind. The whole body is covered in black clothes, and there is that **** smell on the body. This is a black organization, it must be a black organization!

"Conan, what are you thinking behind alone?" Xiao Lan took Conan's hand and chased after Sonoko with a little speed. I don't know if it was her delusion, but I always felt that Sonoko was very anxious tonight. She also liked Kaitou Kid too much.

"Nothing—" Conan answered Maolilan's question with a long voice and tilted his head. He was very good at pretending to be tender. The eighteenth floor, the group of people pressed the eighteenth floor. He has to make a trip. As for this fake phantom thief Kid, let the real phantom thief deal with it.

"Uncle, is this the Snow of Winter? It looks so beautiful—" Sonoko quickly stepped forward with her high set, reaching out to touch the painting.

"do not!"

Suzuki Jiroji reminded one step too late, Suzuki Sonoko had already reached out and touched the glass cover, and a harsh alarm bell sounded in the venue.

"Sonoko! This cover is the latest research result. It can automatically detect the fingerprints on the touch. If the touch person does not enter the fingerprints in advance, the alarm will sound." Suzuki Jiroji reluctantly pulled Suzuki Sonoko to the console. , "You record your fingerprints for me first."

"It's amazing! The phantom thief Kidd can't steal it like this!" Sonoko looked at Suzuki Jiroji with a bit of admiration on his face.

"Hahaha, of course, I'm Suzuki Jiroji!" The old man smiled happily, and continued to pull Sonoko around the painting, explaining the various traps and ingenuity he had set.

After everyone's attention was attracted by Jiro Suzuki who was in the center of the crowd, Conan slipped out quietly and got into the fire stairs beside him.

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Eighteenth floor.

The bright lights kept the hall from being dark. There is a large round table in the middle of the hall, and the seats are widely distributed. These leaders are all beings in their own territory. At this time, they have to sit side by side with other people, and they are more or less unhappy in their hearts.

Basically, there is a row of small chairs behind every seat. For the sake of safety, no leader dares to run out alone. The people sitting in the back are first-class cronies, and with a single order, they can take out a load of hot weapons.

"Everyone, everyone must know the reason why we gathered here today." The middle-aged man sitting in the middle spoke first. Although it is said to be a round table, after all, there is a distinction between superiors and inferiors. The one facing the main entrance of the hall is considered the top seat, and it is understandable that the man speaks first.

His black hair was mixed with a few silver threads, which did not look old, but looked very elegant. The high and protruding cheekbones make him look lean and capable, adding a bit of a difficult to get along with.

"Of course, our Yamaguchi-gumi has been provoked for the tenth time this week. Every time we have to smash the store or interrupt the transaction, there are many casualties and even more property damage!" Pick up.

"You guys are still good. The mobile unit under my hands is almost wiped out."

"Those guys are like crazy, isn't Yokohama enough for them to toss? They have to come to Tokyo."

The scene quickly became noisy, and everyone felt that they had been greatly insulted and complained about the evil deeds of Hong Kong black people.

"Okay! Blindly complaining won't solve any problems, let's think about what we should do with Hong Kong as soon as possible!"

"What do you think of Mr. Longze?" The old man who was there before looked at Hideyoshi Longze who was sitting in the main seat with admiration.

Longze Hideyoshi calmed down, and finally glanced at everyone present. He looked at the clock hanging in the distance, the minute hand was only a step above it.

A smile appeared on the stiff face, but it was a little scary.

"I think there should be a solution soon-"

"Squeak-"

Before he could finish the words, the purple-red door in the hall, which had been closed long ago, was suddenly pushed open.

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