Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 159 That day, you came to Tokyo!

The lights in the conference room were dim, with only a single desk lamp casting a dim glow that deepened every wrinkle on James Blake's face. His fingers slowly slid across the report's cover, their fingertips trembling slightly, as if touching some heavy secret. He raised his head, his eyes cold, yet he couldn't hide the worry in his heart: "What on earth do these bastards want to do?"

A sense of oppression hung in the air. Andre Kamel stood by, his palms sweating from the fists. The contents of the report lingered in his mind like a venomous snake. He hesitated for a moment before reluctantly speaking, "What about Judy? Any leads?"

James shook his head slowly. His movement was very light, but it was like a hammer hitting the air: "She? She knows even less than us." His voice was low, like a hum before an approaching storm.

Andrei swallowed hard, trying to hide his uneasiness, but he couldn't hide the trembling in his voice: "Then... what should we do?"

James pondered for a moment, his gaze darting out the window. The Chicago night was ablaze with lights, yet those points of light seemed incredibly distant to him. He sighed softly, as if asking himself, yet also as if giving an order: "What else can I do? I'll have to go there myself."

Meanwhile, at the CIA branch in Los Angeles.

The branch director's office was filled with tension. He angrily slammed the documents on his desk, slamming them loudly, shuddering at the sound of his subordinates. "Asshole! What intelligence did we miss?"

The air was filled with a static-like oppressive feeling. The assistant stood trembling by, not daring to look the branch manager in the eye: "We... know nothing..."

The branch chief clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. He gritted his teeth and said, "Where's Honjo? Isn't she lurking in that organization? Where's the news? Where's the intelligence?"

The assistant's voice deepened, almost inaudible. "She hasn't been doing well lately... The organization has begun to suspect her, and she's almost completely out of contact."

The branch director closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner anger, but his tone still revealed despair: "Damn it! The whole world knows this, why don't we know anything about it?"

"Uh... the FBI probably doesn't know either..."

"Shut up!"

On the other side, in London, Akai Mary's residence.

Night fell on the streets of London. The dim streetlights reflected on the window glass, outlining the silhouette of Mary Akai. She sat on the sofa, holding a document in her hand, her brow furrowed, and her eyes held a hint of indescribable confusion and worry.

Sera Masumi's voice broke the brief silence: "Mom? What's wrong?"

Akai Mari didn't answer, but simply handed the document over. Sera took it and flipped through it curiously. However, as soon as she read the first page, her pupils suddenly shrank and her face instantly lost color.

"What?!" Shiliang almost screamed, the documents in his hand fell to the ground, and the scattered papers were like a silent accusation.

Mary Akai didn't look back, staring out the window, her voice low and solemn: "The underworld forces around the world... almost came out in full force... all rushed to Japan." Her tone was cold, like the night wind in winter, which made people shiver.

"Is it related to Brother Xiu?" Sera Masumi asked in a low voice.

Akai Mary shook her head: "It shouldn't matter, he... is already dead..."

At this moment, the silence that filled the room was like a huge shadow, and an invisible sense of oppression gradually rose, covering every corner.

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Tokyo, Japan, this vibrant city, seems to have fallen into an unnatural calm. A presence that has shocked intelligence organizations around the world is lurking in this quiet city.

The yakuza, who were often seen in the streets and alleys on a normal day, seemed to have disappeared overnight, replaced by an unexpected peace and order. It was as if the entire city had come to a standstill, and even the sound of the wind blowing through the tall buildings became increasingly distant.

However, those who are familiar with the situation understand that such calm is by no means eternal, but is merely the brief calm before the storm, concealing the impending eruption of violence.

But deep in the city that was about to be swept by the storm, Chen Shuo's home presented a completely different scene.

In the living room, Haibara Ai slumped powerlessly on the sofa, as if all her strength had been completely drained, and she kept muttering, "This perverted uncle... is so merciless, I must drug him!" Although her voice was filled with anger, her weak tone sounded more like she was acting coquettishly.

Mao Lilan sat beside her, gently massaging Huiyuan Ai's stiff shoulders and arms. Her movements were skillful and gentle, her hands following the direction of the muscles, stretching Huiyuan Ai's fatigue bit by bit, with a faint smile on her face.

She whispered soothingly, "Okay, okay, wait until you recover before considering these things." Her voice was gentle, like the breeze on a summer afternoon, full of doting, as if she was coaxing a sulky little sister.

"I heard it~~~" Chen Shuo sat on the sofa on the other side of the living room, his legs casually crossed, his eyes casually fixed on the newspaper in his hand.

Although he said this, his expression showed that he didn't take Haibara Ai's threat to heart at all. There was even a slight upward curve of his lips, with a playful smile.

This made Huiyuan Ai grit her teeth and whispered angrily: "How can I repair it~~~"

Elsewhere, Suzuki Sonoko sat at the dining table, intently maintaining her weapon. The parts were neatly arranged on the table, and every detail was carefully examined, her movements meticulous and smooth.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, stopped what she was doing, turned her head and looked at Chen Shuo with a bit of curiosity in her eyes: "By the way, Brother Shuo."

Sonoko asked, shaking the magazine in her hand, "Do you really want Conan to be the judge of Tokyo? I can't imagine that scenario at all. If things go wrong, he'll throw the whole of Tokyo into chaos."

Chen Shuo didn't raise his eyes, but simply shook his head and turned a page in the newspaper. "If even you can think of this problem, how could he not think of it? He was just naive before, not stupid."

Chen Shuo's voice was low and firm, with a hint of composure and a clear vision of the future. "He will consider the consequences. And... he's smart enough to keep Tokyo's underworld stable for decades."

Sonoko raised an eyebrow and hummed softly. Her fingers began to assemble the pistol again, muttering thoughtfully, "I hope so. I'm just here to watch the fun. But it's really interesting. A naive detective wants to become the judge of the underworld. It's like a movie."

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"Ding Dong!" The crisp ring of the doorbell broke the silence in the room. Yuanzi paused and looked up at the door. She casually placed the magazine she had just been about to load back on the table, stood up and walked towards the door, a look of curiosity on her face.

The moment the door opened, she saw a familiar short figure standing outside. "Hey! Conan! Are you here to hand in your homework? Why do you look so haggard?" Sonoko raised her eyebrows, a relaxed smile on her lips, and one hand casually grasped the pistol she had just maintained, looking both casual and dramatic.

Conan outside the door raised his head slightly, looking at his childhood sweetheart who was both familiar and unfamiliar. He was holding a gun and greeting him with a relaxed look, as natural as saying "Have you eaten?"

The corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth stiffened slightly. Although he had long accepted this strange setting, every time he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disobedience.

Conan glanced at Yuanzi at the door with a look of helplessness in his eyes, but he said nothing. He held the heavy document bag in his hands and walked into the room without bothering to argue with this gossipy woman.

In the living room, Mao Lilan and Hui Yuan Ai were sitting on the sofa. Seeing Conan come in, Ran smiled and waved: "Conan, long time no see!"

"Thank you for your hard work, great detective." Haibara Ai leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, her tone mixed with her usual teasing.

Conan nodded as a greeting, then walked over to Chen Shuo. He pulled a thick file bag from his pocket and handed it over neatly. "I've reviewed all the reports on Tokyo's underworld over the past ten years, as you requested. These are my summaries." His tone was calm, but the dark circles under his eyes and the fatigue he spoke were noticeable.

Chen Shuo took the briefcase and tossed it onto the coffee table, not rushing to look through it. He leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Conan, a playful smile playing on his lips. "So... what do you think?" His tone was inquiring, as if he was eager to hear the young detective's answer.

Conan pursed his lips, frowning slightly, a thoughtful look in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, "Ten years ago, Tokyo's underworld appeared peaceful on the surface, but in reality, the conflicts and conflicts of interest between various factions had reached a critical point. It could be said that this equilibrium could be disrupted at any time."

Chen Shuo nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Go on," he said calmly, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Conan took a deep breath, his hands hanging at his sides, his fingertips slightly curled. He raised his head and gave Chen Shuo a complicated look, his eyes filled with inquiry, awe, and a subtle doubt. He paused, as if weighing his words, and then slowly spoke:

"This situation lasted until six years ago." Conan's voice was low, but every word was clear. His gaze grew sharper, as if he was searching for deeper answers through Chen Shuo's exterior.

"That day, almost all the small-scale gangs in Tokyo disappeared overnight. They were either eliminated or completely disappeared into the underground network, as if they had never existed. From that day on, Tokyo's underworld was reshuffled."

His tone grew increasingly serious, his eyes brimming with reminiscence and contemplation. "A new order replaced the old chaotic forces. A strange balance was achieved between the forces of law and order, preventing a full-scale confrontation while controlling the rampant street crime. Surprisingly, this balance caused Tokyo's crime rate to plummet. Even the police were forced to admit that the 'cleansing' that night had brought an unexpected order to the city."

Conan's gaze shifted to Chen Shuo once more, and his tone suddenly paused, as if he was considering his next words. After a moment, he lowered his voice and uttered his final words:

"And that day... you came to Tokyo."

As the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Chen Shuo, leaning against the sofa, remained calm and composed. His eyes lifted slightly, meeting Conan's briefly, and a faint smile played at the corner of his mouth. Conan's words didn't surprise him at all.