Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena's ambush was very effective, successfully buying precious time for the other members of the Black Organization to retreat.
After the gunshots gradually ceased, Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena exchanged a cold glance, then immediately dispersed and retreated in pre-planned, different directions.
Mizunashi Rena ran to a secluded alley near the park, where a pre-arranged black Kawasaki motorcycle was parked.
She agilely straddled it, put on a full-face helmet, and sped away with the roar of the motorcycle engine.
However, she didn't easily shake off her pursuers.
Almost as soon as she drove onto the main road, two black Chevrolets burst out from a side intersection, clinging tightly to her tail.
The car windows on the opposite side lowered, and the figures of agents wearing bulletproof vests were vaguely visible.
"FBI! They came too?!"
Mizunashi Rena had no desire to become a performance metric for others, so she immediately crouched down, twisted the throttle to the maximum, and skillfully weaved through traffic, changing lanes.
She used the motorcycle's small size to her advantage, constantly maneuvering through the gaps between passing trucks and cars, attempting to shake off the larger FBI SUVs behind her.
The outcome aligned with Mizunashi Rena's expectations; with her top-notch driving skills,
after a few impressive drifts and sharp turns, she actually managed to gradually put some distance between herself and the two FBI vehicles.
Just as she saw hope of escape and was about to turn into an alley too narrow for cars, an accident occurred.
A red ball bounced from the sidewalk and rolled into the middle of the road.
Immediately after, a little boy, about four or five years old, shouting "My ball! My ball!" desperately broke free from his mother's hand behind him and rushed onto the road with his short legs.
"Danger!" Mizunashi Rena's pupils contracted sharply, she had not anticipated such a situation at all.
At this point, it was too late to brake, the immense inertia would send her directly crashing into the child.
In the nick of time, she barely hesitated, abruptly forcing the handlebars to the left, attempting to avoid the child.
But a motorcycle traveling at high speed is not so easily avoided.
The tires lost traction in a violent friction with the ground, the entire motorcycle went completely out of control, and slammed heavily into the side of a regularly moving van in the adjacent lane.
Bang—!!!
With a dull, deafening crash,
Mizunashi Rena was flung from the motorcycle, crashing heavily onto the asphalt road about ten meters away.
The front of her full-face helmet impacted the ground, the visor instantly shattered, and blood slowly seeped from the cracks in the helmet.
Mizunashi Rena lost consciousness on the spot.
The little boy she had avoided was frozen in place, crying loudly, and was tightly hugged by his mother who rushed over in time.
The FBI convoy quickly arrived, agents got out, evacuating onlookers while nervously checking Mizunashi Rena's condition and immediately calling an ambulance.
In an unnoticed corner, a black low-heeled leather shoe lay quietly on the ground.
It was the one Mizunashi Rena had with the bug attached.
During the previous collision, this shoe of Mizunashi Rena's had come off her foot and rolled to the side of the road near a drain.
Soon after, an inconspicuous sedan slowly drove past the outskirts of the scene, and as it passed the shoe, it suddenly stopped.
A hand reached out from inside the car, picked up the shoe, then the sedan started again, merging into traffic and disappearing... Inside a safe house of the Black Organization.
Several code-named members who had successfully escaped were all there.
Jane Doe vividly recounted how Kir had been in a car accident and taken away by the FBI.
After she finished, she threw Mizunashi Rena's shoe onto the table and sighed, "Kir really has bad luck. When I arrived, only this shoe was left. Tsk tsk, it's really tragic."
"Useless!"
Gin slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the shoe on the table.
When he saw the sole of the shoe, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
Vodka interjected indignantly, "Aniki! Kir was too careless, wasn't she..."
Gin raised his hand to interrupt him, walked to the table, picked up the shoe, and examined it carefully.
His fingers fumbled on the sole, and soon, he used his fingernail to pry out a miniature bug smaller than a fingernail.
Gin's expression instantly turned incredibly grim.
"A bug..." He practically squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, "So that's it."
Vodka leaned over to look, his face paling in shock. "Aniki! When did this..."
"The reason our plan failed, the reason Hoshimi Miyabi was able to be prepared in advance, is all because of this!"
Gin pondered for a moment, clutching the bug tightly in his palm.
"The person most likely to do something like this is... that detective named Mouri Kogoro."
Gin almost immediately narrowed down the suspicion to Mouri Kogoro, who had last been in contact with Mizunashi Rena and had the ability and motive to install a bug.
"Bourbon, Muscat."
Gin issued the order,
"Go investigate, use all resources. I want to know which hospital the FBI is holding Kir in. Kir is a tough nut, trained in counter-interrogation, and won't speak anytime soon.
But if... she ultimately can't hold out and leaks information about the Organization, you know what to do."
"Understood." Jane Doe responded lazily.
Amuro Tooru nodded expressionlessly.
"Vodka, drive."
Gin grabbed his Beretta pistol and tucked it inside his trench coat.
"To the Mouri Detective Agency. I want to personally confirm just how capable this famous detective really is."
Vermouth leaned lazily against the wall, and hearing this, she chuckled softly, tossing her long blonde hair. "Oh? Interesting. I'll go watch too, perhaps I can be of assistance."
Gin looked at her suspiciously but didn't object.
Vermouth was someone the boss valued, with a dark background, so it was unlikely there was a problem.
Although this time she was a bit too proactive, which wasn't quite her style, who knew what this woman full of secrets was truly thinking? Not being able to guess was just right.
As dusk fell, under the setting sun, three dark figures quietly appeared on the rooftop opposite the Mouri Detective Agency.
Gin, Vodka, and Vermouth were secretly observing Mouri Kogoro on the second floor opposite.
Through the glass window, they clearly saw Mouri Kogoro sprawled on the sofa, wearing headphones, and muttering to himself.
Vodka observed through binoculars, whispering excitedly, "Aniki! Look! That old man is wearing headphones! He must be listening in! That's right, he's the one who planted the bug!"
Gin felt it was as expected, a confident smile playing on his lips, his finger gently resting on the trigger.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger—
Whoosh—
crash!
An accident occurred.