"Conan" was stunned by this sudden order.

Why did the masked man call me?

And he looks very familiar with me? It’s like he’s worked together like this before...

But "Conan" thought about it again and soon felt relieved.

The other party is the FBI, and he also has his phone that was taken away by Judy. Of course he will hear from Judy that he is a "very smart elementary school student."

Thinking of this, "Conan" no longer hesitated, and quickly followed the instructions on the phone to search for suspicious people in the auditorium.

However, there are hundreds of guests from all over the world gathered in the auditorium at this time. It is not easy to find suspicious people here.

The only way is to walk around the crowd in the auditorium first and see if you can find anything.

"Sister...Sister Yuanzi, I have to go to the toilet~"

"Conan" almost spilled the beans and turned to ask Sonoko next to him for leave.

But before he could wait for Yuanzi to agree, he quickly left.

Taking advantage of his short stature, he shuttled among the guests in the auditorium, his keen eyes under the lens observing the details of each person to see if there was anything unnatural.

Almost everyone in the auditorium was looking down at their mobile phones, searching for the latest updates about the parade.

From time to time, the fragile guests would exclaim, "Oh! My God!" and make small gestures such as covering their mouths.

Suspicious person...

Suspicious person...

"Conan" walked, silently reciting his search target in his heart.

After all, Qin Zhibo didn't say what specific aspects were suspicious, so he could only judge based on his own intuition.

But "Conan's" intuition in this regard has always been very accurate.

While walking, suddenly a middle-aged blond man wearing a black suit broke into "Conan"'s sight.

This man passed by "Conan", with an anxious expression on his face, and hurried towards the passage at the side of the auditorium.

"Conan" looked at the man's back and felt something was wrong.

Everyone in the auditorium is intently checking the latest news on the Internet. Where is he going?

"Conan" frowned and quietly followed from behind.

The man walked quickly, trotting down the long passage, checking his watch many times, and soon ran into the men's room.

In a hurry to go to the toilet?

"Conan" wondered for a moment. If he was going to the toilet, why should he pay special attention to the time?

He decided to keep following.

Arriving at the door of the men's room, "Conan" stood behind the wall at the door and heard the sound of nausea and retching coming from the bathroom.

"Ugh... ugh!"

"Conan" quietly poked out half of his head to look inside, and found the man standing in front of the sink, picking at his throat with his hands.

Half of his hand had already been put into his mouth, and the muscles on his face were twisted to the extreme.

"vomit!"

He kept vomiting into the pool without realizing that "Conan" had stood up behind him.

"Uncle? What's wrong with you?"

"Conan" asked tentatively in a childish voice, trying to determine the reason why the other party did this.

The blond man turned his head, his long, slightly wrinkled face full of pain.

He shouted: "It's too late!"

The man spoke English, but there was no problem for "Conan" who was fluent in foreign languages.

"It's too late for anything!"

"Conan" also asked anxiously in English. He could tell that the man must be experiencing something unusual.

The blond man raised a palm to signal "Conan" not to come over, and said painfully: "Those black guys, they forced me to do this!"

"They took my family hostage!"

black!

Hearing this vocabulary, "Conan"'s eyes widened.

But when he was about to walk over and ask carefully what was going on, the blond man's stomach suddenly burst.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

Red flesh and blood burst out, splattering all over "Conan".

Under the blood-stained glasses, "Conan" looked at the blond man in front of him with his stomach blown to pieces in disbelief, his pupils dilated.

He said...black!

…

Vespagna Capital, Prince Street.

As more police cars and ambulances arrived, the rescue work at the scene was greatly accelerated.

At the request of the Zenigata Police Department, all the assassins' bodies were collected on priority for investigation.

After an inventory, it was confirmed that there were 30 assassins in total. Including the driver who was killed in the explosion of the AH-64, the number should be 31.

No matter in terms of number of people, weapons and equipment, or elite level, these people cannot belong to ordinary mercenary organizations.

Moreover, when investigating the identities of these people one by one, we found that these people come from all over the world, of all races, and are widely distributed.

"Who are these people?"

Kudo Yusaku held his chin and fell into thinking.

The Qianxing Police Department on the side obtained a new phone number and contacted Interpol to ask it to send additional manpower to further determine the identity of this group of assassins.

Lupine III borrowed Polaroids from nearby citizens and took photos of some assassins' faces, intending to investigate them in his own way.

Among this group of people, Qin Zhibo was the only one who stood next to the assassin's body, with his hands on his trousers, and "moves in silence" to the body one by one.

【Corpse investigation completed√】

[...Congratulations on getting the character skill: Firearms]

[Acquire repeated skills, converted into 1000 proficiency of that skill]

During the "mourning of silence", Qin Zhibo's skill proficiency also skyrocketed.

After investigating the corpses of all guards and assassins, the firearms skills have been upgraded.

The current firearm level is 7, proficiency is 4270/64000, and the maximum accurate range is 750 yards.

In addition, he also gained three new fighting skills: boxing, close combat, and karate, and other previously repeated skills were also gained.

Earn blood!

Qin Zhibo checked his skill panel and couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart.

This method of improving skills is so cool. It only takes ten minutes of "touching corpses" to upgrade firearms skills.

The key is that the skills become more difficult to upgrade as you advance to the next level. The required skill proficiency doubles for each level.

Qin Zhibo glanced around the street, and there were many corpses of civilians. There was no time to deal with them all, so he could only temporarily cover them with white cloth.

Then these corpses are also "silenced"...

At this moment, Qin Zhibo's phone rang.

It is the iconic marimba ringtone of the iPhone, and the lively music makes other people nearby can't help but turn their heads and look.

Qin Zhibo walked a little further before picking up the phone and answering it.

"Did you find anything?"

He knew the caller was "Conan".

"Well, a man's stomach suddenly exploded in the bathroom. He might have taken a microcapsule bomb..."

"Conan" wasn't sure what caused the man's stomach to explode, but after spending time with Dr. Ali, he guessed that there might be such black technology in the world.

"Conan" glanced at the tragic scene being inspected by the palace guards, and continued: "This man's identity is an American official, but before he died, he said that he had been threatened..."

"The people who threatened him were a group of black guys."

Black guy?

Although Qin Zhibo does not have black PTSD, he immediately thought of black organizations.

Is it the black organization in this world?
To be continued...