Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!

Chapter 2184: Chapter 2182: What Did I Say

Fang Zheng has been living comfortably during this period, but for some people in the Black Organization, these days… are tough.

Take Gin, for example…

That day, he suffered significant losses, with Fang Zheng shooting through his shoulder and even blowing up his beloved car. He spent several hours lying in icy river water and returned with a persistent fever, barely surviving after a month—if he stayed down any longer, Vodka would have found a cemetery for him.

Belmod hasn’t fared much better; despite the era’s advanced medical technology and Fang Zheng’s expert skills in reattaching the severed ear, she has never been so humiliated!

Anger, immense anger!

Gin, Belmod, and Vodka are furious, wishing to capture that bastard and devour his flesh.

But as prominent figures in the organization, they are ultimately intelligent. Once their anger subsides, they immediately start investigating—who is that bastard!

Firstly, Gin and the others are sure the opponent is neither FBI nor similar government organizations. After numerous games with these entities, it’s clear—they uphold “Jianghu ethics.” Agencies like the FBI and MI6 won’t openly attack them in public, and they reciprocate by not attacking those entities in public.

Gin, when assassinating undercover agents, would find a warehouse or sneak into their homes stealthily—not like Hollywood gunfight films where he’d carry a machine gun for a street showdown.

Simply put, don’t cause societal panic. If the government top brass were truly alarmed, they wouldn’t privately play games, instead conduct comprehensive investigations, which would be disadvantageous to secretive organizations paranoid about concealing their movements.

However, the opponent was different. That day, the three thought escaping was sufficient, but unexpectedly, the pursuer seemed to have a vendetta, chasing relentlessly, even firing RPGs on the street———this isn’t a criminal group, it’s a terrorist cell!

Soon after, Gin and the others received information from the organization’s FBI infiltrator, finding that the FBI started paying attention because the RPG used by the pursuer was identical to those used by terrorists in recent American events, prompting the FBI to secretly send agents to Japan for investigation.

Upon receiving this news, Gin and the others were speechless.

They were aware of the terror group called “Peace Envoy,” though shocked by their audacity to openly challenge America; Gin and the others always thought they had no connection, adhering to “mind your own business” ideology…but what is this situation?

These lunatics have targeted their organization?

This is lethal!

Though both criminals and terrorists are “bad guys,” they are distinct. Gin’s group operates covertly, concealing their objectives and actions secretly, fearing exposure, everything shrouded in darkness.

Terrorists, however, are unafraid, smashing the table open, disregarding covert rules, cutting everything to pieces indiscriminately—anyone who defies faces death.

Thus, Gin and Vodka decided not to return to Tokyo for now. The aftermath of another confrontation is unpredictable; their last escape was sheer luck, next time might not be fortuitous. Nevertheless, they continue monitoring Tokyo, searching for “Peace Envoy” members for investigation, naturally a task falling onto———disguise expert Belmod.

Belmod was unwilling; she already realized she couldn’t match the opponent. However, Gin had solid reasoning———her attempted assassination triggered their murderous intent, risking escalation into a faction conflict. If that individual is indeed “Peace Envoy,” it implicates her, urging the organization to sacrifice pawns for survival.

After all, the organization has “proper business” to conduct, cannot perpetually entangle with a terror faction.

Thus, Belmod had to acquiesce, understanding the organization’s drastic measures for confidentiality. If Master discovered she confronted an extremist terror faction daring to challenge America, she’s aware of her dire consequences.

Such lunatics, opposing the organization, disregard any government or public impact, possibly driving trucks into research centers, obliterating entire city traffic—this isn’t absent from possibility.

From some perspective, Belmod’s guess isn’t incorrect; Fang Zheng indeed has a Plan B. Unable to locate the Black Organization’s lair via regular methods, he’d hijack an American nuclear submarine, threatening globally: uncover it, or he’ll launch nuclear warheads.

Fang Zheng believes if that occurs, the Black Organization will appear unwillingly, otherwise, they’ll face radiation 96 in a wasteland.

Now, however…

“Why must I take you to the swimming pool, and also by public transport?”

Fang Zheng, speechless, sat in the chair, softly complaining to Little Ai.

“No choice, because Dr. Agasa caught a cold.”

“Could I drive instead?”

“Your car is under maintenance, isn’t it?”

Little Ai teased again.

“I can call a taxi.”

“Taxis can’t fit that many people, and what’s wrong with occasionally taking public transport, it’s not far.”

Little Ai blankly looked at Fang Zheng, who shook his head.

“See, you don’t understand. Being cautious with that kid is never excessive.”

“You mean Edogawa…”

Little Ai peered at Conan sitting beside, chatting with Ayumi and others.

“Indeed, with him, driving ensures a smooth journey, at worst car breakdown. But on trains, buses, ships…anything might happen.”

“That’s exaggerating.”

Little Ai frowned at this.

“The Kindaichi incident didn’t occur midway on the plane, nor during our return to Japan.”

“An incident once happened once is striking enough, how many more do you want? If true, all Japanese would’ve perished long ago.”

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes.

“I heard Conan hasn’t encountered cases recently, that’s worrying. It’s like charging a special skill; takes time, once charged, it’s released…”

“Then pray it’s not fully charged.”

Little Ai sarcastically quipped while resuming her magazine reading.

Meanwhile, the bus halted, passengers disembarked, and others boarded when suddenly…

Fang Zheng noticed Little Ai turning pale, trembling.

“What happened?”

“There, their people!”

Amid Fang Zheng’s inquiry, Little Ai replied in a low voice, quickly pulling up her hood to cover her face.

“I can sense it, it’s the organization’s scent, that kind of aura akin to a demon…”

Wow, I didn’t expect you to be a human radar.

Seeing Little Ai’s frightened demeanor, Fang Zheng chuckled, then reached out to place his hand on the girl’s head.

“Don’t be scared, it’s nothing big. I’m still here, and I want to see which idiot dares to show up in front of me and see if I can’t finish him off.”

“Ah… Hmm…”

Feeling the warmth coming from the top of her head, Little Ai’s previously trembling body gradually calmed down. The fear stemming from sensing the presence of organization members also slowly dissipated. Thinking about it carefully — the man next to her had caused Gin, Vodka, and Belmod to be chased all over the streets. What was there to be afraid of?

Thinking of this, Little Ai suddenly felt she wasn’t as afraid anymore.

“So, can you sense whose presence it is now?”

Seeing Little Ai calm down, Fang Zheng also asked quietly, and Little Ai shook her head.

“No… I can only sense that he got on the bus, on this bus, but exactly who… I don’t know.”

“Like a silent fart in an elevator, hard to find the owner, right?”

“Uh… Yes.”

Hearing this analogy, Little Ai was left speechless.

“Don’t worry, he’d better not cause trouble here. If he does, I’ll surely finish him off.”

“It’s better not to cause a disturbance in front of others.”

Hearing Fang Zheng’s confident tone, Little Ai also felt much more relaxed.

“After all, you still have so many children to look after.”

“So I told you, this Kudou is a calamity…”

While Fang Zheng and Little Ai were chatting, suddenly, Ayumi sitting on the opposite seat raised her hand happily, shouting at someone who had just gotten on the bus.

“Ah, Doctor Shinchutsu!”

“Doctor Shinchutsu?”

Hearing Ayumi’s shout, Genta and Mitsuhiko also looked up, then smiled. At this moment, Fang Zheng saw a man wearing a green jacket, glasses, looking somewhat weak, walking over, and upon spotting Ayumi and the other children, he immediately smiled.

“You’re on this bus too.”

“Yes, the internal medicine check-up a few days ago really worked the teacher hard!”

Mitsuhiko replied politely, while Genta looked at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman behind the man named Doctor Shinchutsu.

“So the teacher has a date today?”

“Haha, no, you misunderstood.”

Doctor Shinchutsu hurriedly waved his hand with a bitter smile.

“This is a teacher from Teitan High School where I work.”

“HELLO~!”

Soon, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman walked over with a smile to greet the kids.

“My name is Jodie. Oh, COOL KID, we meet again!”

Saying the last part, the blonde woman specifically greeted Conan.

“You know each other?”

At this, Fang Zheng turned his head towards Conan and asked, while Conan nodded.

“Yes, Doctor Shinchutsu came to our school a few days ago for a medical check-up, Miss Jodie is Sister Little Lan’s class teacher. We’ve met at the arcade…”

“Because of a case, right?”

“… How did you know?”

“Just a guess.”

Just then, the two who finished greeting sat in the seats in front of Fang Zheng and Little Ai. At this time, Genta curiously pointed forward.

“Hey, look at the front, those two people are so strange, getting on a bus in ski suits, that’s interesting.”

“Hmm?”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng raised his head, looking forward to see two men wearing ski hats and ski suits, wrapped tightly, boarding the public bus.

“Aren’t they hot?”

“Must be eager to ski, can’t wait.”

Now Mitsuhiko and Ayumi said cheerfully, yet the next moment, they saw one of the men suddenly yank open the zipper of what seemed like a ski bag, and then took out a gun aiming at the back!

“Don’t make a sound! Whoever dares to scream, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

At the same time, his accomplice also took out a gun, pointing it at the driver’s head!

“Huh?!”

Seeing this sudden scene, everyone on the bus was shocked, while Fang Zheng silently glanced at the equally shocked Little Ai beside him.

You see, what did I say?