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Just then, several blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners barged in and clashed with the police officers responsible for securing the scene.

Yumi was about to go up and argue with him, but Sato stopped her.

“You…” Yumi looked at Sato with a puzzled expression.

"They have unusual bulges at their waists, they might be carrying firearms." As Takagi spoke, he reached for his revolver at his waist, ready to draw and fire at the slightest sign of trouble.

He had heard Inspector Megure talk about these people's backgrounds; they were very likely CIA agents. With his skills and marksmanship, he was no match for these agents. So, if he wanted to protect the people around him, he just needed to strike first and seize the initiative.

Meanwhile, Miwako, who was beside him, had pulled Yumi behind her and was preparing to fire, but her movements were more obvious, and the gun was already exposed.

The agents over there were initially arrogant, but they became much more subdued after seeing the actions of the two police officers. One of them raised his hands and came over to negotiate. However, his movement blocked Takagi and Sato's view, and Takagi and Sato almost simultaneously drew their guns and pointed them at his head.

Chapter 346 Framing

The agent's face turned ashen. He had intended to feign surrender to give his partner a chance to draw his weapon, thus creating an opportunity for negotiation. However, he hadn't expected the two policemen to be so perceptive, aiming at his head instead of his chest, rendering his bulletproof vest completely useless.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" The foreigner instantly went from feigning surrender to genuine surrender, shouting twice in English and not-so-fluent Japanese.

Takagi stood in front of Sato, raised his gun in one hand, and asked the other man to identify himself in broken English.

"Excuse me, sir, could you please say it in Japanese? We really can't understand Japanese-accented English," the foreigner said somewhat helplessly.

Takagi's expression instantly fell; he never imagined that he would one day be ridiculed for his foreign language skills.

Fortunately, Sato's English was decent enough that they could at least communicate normally.

Soon, the truth came to light: these people were all CIA agents. As for why they were there, it was because the two people in the car were also CIA agents. As for why they were following Sato and Takagi's car, these people said they didn't know.

“These people aren’t telling the truth.” Takagi looked at Sato. “When will reinforcements arrive?”

"There should be about 10 more minutes. Inspector Shiratori set off with his men 20 minutes ago." Sato was also a bit of a headache. "Even if others don't tell the truth, there's nothing we can do about it. We can't just force them to talk."

The base on Kyurojima Island

Rena Mizunashi placed her phone directly in front of Shinjo. "The CIA's mission is to take Shinichi Kudo away alive. They need my help."

"Easy for you to say." Shinjo scoffed. "Don't you know who this kid is? Even if I don't lift a finger, Kudo Yusaku could break their hands."

“You’ve only been in contact with the FBI before; the CIA doesn’t know much about you,” Rena Mizunashi said, frowning. “They don’t know much about you. What are you going to do? How do you need my cooperation?”

"Just tell them you'll meet them at the designated location tomorrow, Karen. Find all the CIA agents in Japan within three hours." Shinjo stretched his shoulders. "Also, notify the company and conglomerate staff that it's time to get to work."

"What are you trying to do?" Rena Mizunashi stood up instantly. "Agents, along with informants, there are tens of thousands of them!"

“Tens of thousands, that’s a lot.” Xincheng looked at Karen. “Don’t forget them, I don’t want them to see the sun tomorrow.”

"Understood." Karen's voice carried a hint of bloodlust.

That night, explosions rang out across Japan, and suicide drones suddenly appeared in cities and suburbs, flying into residential buildings, apartments, bars, and public restrooms. Before unprepared people could react, the death toll began to skyrocket.

After the massacre lasted for half an hour, all the police officers started working overtime. However, they soon realized that the current situation was beyond their capabilities.

They immediately called for support from the Self-Defense Forces, but the Self-Defense Forces also had no good way to deal with these drones that appeared out of nowhere.

It was at this moment that some people took advantage of the chaos to loot and vandalize shops, quickly causing an even larger disturbance. The Self-Defense Forces dared not allow these people to gather together; if the mastermind behind it were to launch a drone bomb at the crowd, it would result in mass casualties.

Under the cover of these events, the team carrying out the targeted elimination quickly completed the elimination of CIA members.

The next morning, exhausted police officers were still on duty, waiting for any unexpected events to occur, when their superiors simply announced that the alarm was off, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding with the attackers.

Such behavior naturally drew a lot of criticism, but the higher-ups acted as if they didn't hear it.

The second floor of Poirot Cafe, formerly the location of the Mouri Detective Agency, has now been taken over and transformed into several private booths.

"The sandwiches taste good." Shinjo nodded in satisfaction. "No wonder they're professionals."

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Amuro Tooru asked, staring at Shinjo.

This time, he contacted Xincheng privately, taking a great risk. However, this guy acted as if he knew nothing, eating and drinking as usual.

According to his prediction, this guy should be preparing to run away by now.

“From last night until now, your supervisor Kuroda hasn’t contacted me even once, nor has he taken any action against me.” Shinjo put a piece of cake into his mouth. “I can understand that last night was too chaotic for him to have time, but what about this morning? What happened after the attacks stopped?”

“This is a big deal, it’s beyond his jurisdiction,” Amuro Tooru said, somewhat annoyed. “He can’t handle it! He can’t make the decisions.”

“Yes, you’re right, but is that a reason for him to stand by and do nothing?” Xincheng stretched. “I’m afraid he knew who was dead the moment he heard about it, which is why he condoned our actions and let things get out of control.”

"Who is the deceased?" Amuro Tooru immediately took out his phone and began to collect information about the deceased.

A small percentage of the dead were foreigners, making up about 30%, which is a high proportion. He immediately thought of a possibility: these might be agents of some organization.

"Don't worry, this time we're just targeting CIA agents." Xincheng stretched. "Uprooting them is very time-consuming; it took 21 hours from investigation to execution."

"You can wipe out any intelligence organization in a single day?"

“There are only these few large islands. If they hide on a small island where there’s no signal, there’s nothing I can do.” Shinjo finished the coffee that was served to him in one gulp. “The coffee is good. Do you have any more? Take some back with me. I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.”

Amuro Tooru, however, seemed not to hear him. This guy in front of him couldn't possibly be as kind as he claimed; he must have other motives. It was true that he wanted to eradicate the CIA's influence in Japan to protect Shinichi Kudo, but there must be other reasons behind it.

"Don't think about it." Xincheng looked out the window. "Actually, I just wanted to flex my muscles and make an example of someone. Some people are lucky enough to be the monkey, while others are unlucky enough to be the chicken."

Amuro Tooru's eye twitched slightly. He finally understood why his superior hadn't made a move. The CIA wasn't the only one eyeing Kudo Shinichi; they were too. It was just that the Metropolitan Police Department was preventing an immediate confrontation.

Last night, if those methods had been used against the police, their fate would probably not have been much better than that of the CIA agents.

Moreover, even if they knew Shinjo's methods, they might not be able to defend against him.

Rena Mizunashi hadn't expected Shinjo to act so decisively. Her superior had told her she was one of the few CIA survivors in Japan. What a joke! She knew all too well how deep the CIA's infiltration of Japan was; to be completely eradicated in a single night… This was simply too much…

"Should we listen to him and go back to America?" Karen's voice came through the headset.

"Never mind, I think we're probably already under suspicion," Rena Mizunashi said with a hint of helplessness. "It's safer to stay here."

The other side's demand to extradite them back to the United States is certainly not for their protection, but rather to investigate them. Those in higher positions must be wondering—why are you still alive? Are you in cahoots with them?

"Oh? You're surprisingly clear-headed," Karen said with a smile. "Didn't you used to say you wanted to send your younger brother to America?"

"That's... never mind, I give up, okay?" Rena Mizunashi said somewhat helplessly. "I didn't expect that Shinjo guy to be so decisive. By the way, what about the FBI?"

“The FBI didn’t use a single person, but they were just minor figures, only about seventy,” Karen said lazily. “Akai Shuichi and Jodie, people we know, were recalled before the incident.”

“I see.” Rena Mizunashi shook her head. “It seems my betrayal wasn’t…”

"Oh, right, Shinjo is at Poirot Cafe, I need you to pick him up," Karen said with a hint of helplessness.

"Is it necessary to force me like this?" Karen picked up the car next to her. "I've already decided to betray them. I was going to have to choose sides sooner or later."

“I’m different from Xincheng; I always have to do more calculations.”

"alright."

Watching Rena Mizunashi leave and Kallen disappear into the control room, there were still many troublesome things to deal with. Military deterrence could only provide temporary relief; it couldn't solve everything. Right now, agents from all sides were undoubtedly researching ways to counter drone attacks. When they came up with a plan, it would be time to wipe them out.

Although they could hide in the underground base on Jiuliangliang Island, they didn't want to be rats, at least not now.

Inside a restaurant near the Metropolitan Police Department entrance

"Do you know who attacked us?" a blond, blue-eyed man asked.

“I don’t know, but I just contacted headquarters. Our operations in Japan have been devastated, almost completely wiped out. The other side used drone bombs and targeted killings. Our people were taken out before they could even notify others,” another person of European descent replied.

"But why don't they attack us?"

“It’s probably because we’re inside the Metropolitan Police Department,” a Latino man who had been silent said. “Of course, if we go back to the designated safe houses, we’ll be taken out too. Our safe houses don’t have any cover to stop drone bombs.”

"What do we do now? Are we just going to wait here to die?" the foreigner who spoke first asked anxiously.

“We’ve already arranged a flight back for us, but I don’t think it’s safe to go to the airport right now.” The man paused for a moment. “Perhaps we could ask the Metropolitan Police Department for help.”

The expressions on their faces instantly turned extremely ugly, as if they had something difficult to say.

If Takagi and Sato were here, they would definitely recognize these people as the same group they had clashed with yesterday. Moreover, these people were unusually arrogant after being brought back to the police station and even had a violent confrontation with the officer in charge of questioning them.

However, Takagi and Sato didn't have the time or inclination to deal with these bastards. More than a thousand people died in Tokyo yesterday, and police officers from all over the country had been mobilized to clean up the scene.

"Four people died here. The drone entered through that window, flew into the house, and exploded immediately. All four died on the spot; none of them could be saved." Sato said helplessly, looking at the chaotic scene before him. "The scene we were assigned to was better than others; at least the body parts weren't scattered all over the house. Takagi, what are you doing?"

"Ah, Officer Sato, don't you think this pattern looks familiar?" Takagi carefully pieced something together on the ground with tweezers.

Sato went over to take a look and saw that they were all plastic pieces. The forensic team said that these plastic pieces were from the drone. They didn't know what was wrong with Takagi, who actually thought of piecing the fragments together. Didn't he know that these things were scattered everywhere by the explosion and could have been burned?

Just as she was about to complain, she saw a pattern that had been burned a quarter of the way off—a red cat.

Not long ago, they were in a lot of trouble because of this cat, the red Siamese cat.

"You mean, this case was committed by the red Siamese cat?" Sato was taken aback. "No way, aren't they all in prison? Besides, the last group was later proven to be imposters."

"That depends on the identity of the deceased." After taking photos for evidence, Takagi handed the plastic fragments to the forensic personnel beside him.

Soon, identical fragments were found at various sites, and after technical reconstruction, they confirmed that these were the markings of the red Siamese cat.

Meeting room inside the Metropolitan Police Department

"Are you sure you want to make this public?" Toshiro Odagiri asked, somewhat troubled.

The last case hasn't been solved yet; the victim's identity hasn't been fully confirmed, and the suspects haven't fully confessed. And now there's another case involving red Siamese cats.

"I think it's very likely a copycat crime," Inspector Megure said with a serious expression.

"How so?" Toshiro Odagiri asked, frowning. "Last night's terrorist attacks killed more than 10,000 people, according to statistics from various regions. To accomplish all this, the Red Siamese Cat organization would need at least two thousand members!"

"I've heard that there's a type of drone that uses GPS for beyond-visual-range flight. Is it possible that an attack was carried out using this method?" Shiratori asked, frowning.

“It’s different. Beyond visual line of sight (BVR) flight makes it impossible for flight control equipment to pinpoint the location precisely. These drones flew precisely into the buildings and detonated, so they must have been within visual line of sight. With the buildings obstructing the view, they must have been very close to the crime scene,” Toshiro Odagiri said with certainty.

Chapter 347 Revenge

Megure lowered his head in deep thought. He felt that this whole thing might have been orchestrated by his friend Shinjo, who then pinned the blame on the red Siamese cats. However, Shinjo had handled the situation far too poorly. The red Siamese cats had been completely wiped out; how could they possibly rebuild a force of over two thousand people in such a short time?

The Metropolitan Police Department isn't stupid; they'll definitely investigate this thoroughly, and eventually it will lead back to Shinjo.

Just then, the phone on Toshiro Odagiri's desk rang. After listening for a few minutes, Odagiri put down the phone, his expression somewhat uncertain.

"What's wrong?" Shiratori was the first to notice that Odagiri's expression was a little off.

“The higher-ups said that this case was handled by Red Siamese Cat, and they got the list from Red Siamese Cat’s organization members,” Odagiri said with a dark face. “The capture of Red Siamese Cat will be handled by the security department; we only need to define the nature of the case.”

"What does this mean?" Shiratori's expression was very unpleasant. He could finally understand Odagiri's feelings. "Why jump to conclusions without even conducting an investigation!"

“Don’t you understand?” Odagiri walked to the window. “Even if the red Siamese cat didn’t do this case, he must have done it. He’s just a scapegoat.”

After Odagiri finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the room. Everyone present was shrewd; they certainly understood the subtext of his words. This wasn't the first time the Metropolitan Police Department had done something like this, yet their sense of justice made them deeply remorseful.