Conan: Another Famous Detective

"This is the boss's order." The man in black with the gun repeated indifferently.

Belmod looked at him coldly: "In other words, I can't go anywhere before he gives the order? Including physiological needs such as eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet?"

The man in black also replied coldly: "If you need food, you can tell us and someone will bring it to you according to your request. You can only go there to sleep."

Belmod looked in the direction pointed by the man in black and saw a small cubicle opened in the corner of the living room. A solitary single bed almost filled the entire floor space of the cubicle.

Of course, there will be no other furnishings in the compartment.

This is more like a cell than a bedroom. The only thing better than a cell is probably the mattress that looks very soft.

There was no formal door installed in the compartment, and only black curtains were temporarily rolled up on both sides to block the view.

"Hmph! It's really a good place to rest!" Belmod looked at his [bedroom] and said sarcastically.

"This is the BOSS's order." The man in black still said the same thing.

Belmod's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he continued: "What about going to the toilet? Do you two grown men have to keep an eye on me?"

The two men in black are both men. Although Belmod has also seen strong winds and waves, and can endure what ordinary people cannot, being patient does not mean that she does not mind. If possible, she naturally hopes to have some private space.

"Yes, but it's not us who are staring at you." The man in black said, waving towards the outside of the living room.

The next moment, two women, also dressed in black, walked in, also holding rifles in their hands.

One of the female men in black looked at Belmode up and down, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you are the veteran of the organization after all, and we will try our best to give you dignity. Of course, the premise is that you don't try to make some small tricks."

Belmode narrowed his eyes: "So, how long does he plan to continue to have such guarding almost around the clock?"

The female man in black shook her head: "There is no specific time limit, just follow the boss's order."

Belmod's eyes flashed slightly, and after a moment, he said, "What if the boss never sent the order due to some special circumstances?"

After hearing this, the scene fell into a brief and strange silence.

Several men in black looked at Belmod with slightly subtle expressions.

Finally, the woman in black who spoke earlier spoke: "Even for you, what you just said was a bit too dangerous."

Belmod shrugged: "At least it won't be more dangerous than having four killers with rifles pointed at your head."

She tilted her head and asked with a smile: "Did that person not issue an order about this situation, or... is it inconvenient for you to disclose it?"

The four men in black looked at each other, and finally, it was the male man in black who Belmode initially spoke to who spoke: "If a special situation does occur, we will naturally respond, so you don't need to worry about it. ”

"Okay." Belmode spread his hands as if he didn't care: "Then I'm a little bored now, can you turn on the TV to relieve my boredom?"

"Okay." The male man in black nodded, then motioned to his companion, and the other male man in black immediately turned on the TV.

A local variety show from Tottori was playing on the TV at this time. Bellmode had accidentally glanced at it a few times before. The content of the show was lackluster, at least she had no interest in it.

However, at this moment, being held at gunpoint by a group of men in black, Belmode felt much more comfortable watching this show.

She glanced at the men in black: "What do you call them?"

"You can just call us the code name of this operation. I am No. 1." The first man in black said.

Afterwards, several men in black also introduced themselves as Nos. 2, 3, and 4. The men were Nos. 1 and 2, and the women were Nos. 3 and 4.

Belmod secretly clicked his tongue, really unwilling to reveal any information.

The green eyes turned slightly, and Belmode said: "I'm a little hungry now, can you please bring me something?"

"What do you want to eat?" No. 1 asked.

"A piece of fried tempura, a piece of Italian vegetable soup, a piece of ham scone, and a bottle of rye whiskey." Belmode quickly reported his needs.

No. 1 signaled, and the other three continued to point their guns at Belmod, while he quickly walked out and returned shortly after, saying, "It has been arranged."

"Okay, thank you." Belmod nodded slightly, then leaned on the sofa leisurely and watched the TV with an expression of interest.

When several men in black saw this scene, they did not dare to relax at all.

Even if they have confiscated all the items on Belmod's body, facing a top agent, you can never predict whether she will be able to use anything around her.

Therefore, we must keep up our spirits!

At this time, Belmode spoke again: "Let me ask you, can you stay away from me a little? With the performance of the assault rifle, a few more steps and a few less steps won't have any impact at all, right?"

No. 1 frowned, thought for two seconds, and waved his hand.

A few people took two symbolic steps back, but silently adjusted their positions and aiming angles to ensure that no matter which direction Belmod suddenly moved, they could shoot and intercept in time.

Vermouth looked around and saw that the men had really retreated, so she turned her gaze back to the TV, but her eyes became more solemn.

She had been asking questions and making requests just now, just to gauge the quality of the guys guarding her.

At present, their psychological quality, judgment, and ability to cope with changes in the situation are quite good. With her current state of having all her weapons confiscated, she is not sure about facing two people, let alone four people.

"It seems that we must take a long-term view..." she murmured in her heart.

…………

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Office of the Superintendent General.

Moroboshi Toshio paced back and forth in a somewhat irritable manner.

About half an hour ago, he completely lost contact with Tottori.

Whether it was the operatives on the island or his confidants in the Tottori police, either the phone could not be connected or the prompt was turned off directly.

What made Moroboshi even more uneasy was that the man who had contacted him in the Black Organization had never contacted him again. He tried to contact him, but it fell into the sea and there was no news.

He understood that the operation must have gone wrong, and the problem was definitely bigger than expected!

After walking around a few more times, Moroboshi Toshio took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and quickly returned to his desk and began to pack up his things.

Soon, he put a stack of documents, a mobile phone and two USB flash drives into his briefcase, picked up the briefcase and walked towards the office door, but...

Creaky——

At this moment, the door of the Superintendent's office was slowly pushed open.