The famous criminal in the world of Conan

Chapter 558 Binga

A man with yellow cornrows, sunglasses, and a black suit and trousers slowly walked into the apartment building.

The apartment manager saw the man was dressed in black, had dyed yellow hair, and had dreadlocks. He knew at first glance that he was not a good person.

The administrator immediately became alert. After all, this apartment building was considered a high-end one. If he allowed some random people or bad boys to enter the apartment and disturb the rich and powerful people inside, he would be in trouble.

The apartment manager immediately frowned and shouted at the man,

"Hey, sir over there, what are you doing here? If you're here to visit, come and register."

Although this man doesn't look like a good person, not looking like a good person doesn't mean that he has no money or identity.

Haven’t you seen that the son of a certain criminal department director is a delinquent who dyes his hair and sings in bars every day?

Until his identity is confirmed, he still has to treat it well.

"Ah, yes."

A cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and then he showed a meaningful smile to the administrator. His thick lips and distinctive yellow corn braids made his smile look ugly and handsome.

"I am indeed a visitor."

"I'm here to visit Mr. Bai Ma at xxxx."

"Oh, so you are Mr. Baiba's friend,"

After hearing what the man said, the administrator immediately gave himself a thumbs up for his previous caution.

Then, he turned around with confidence and took out the visitor registration form.

"Then please come over here and register your information. What is your name?"

"My name is Binga."

The man said dimly.

Binga?

The words that came out of the man's mouth made the administrator feel a little strange. This name did not sound like a normal name.

The administrator turned around and was about to ask another detailed question, as he was worried that it was a question that he had not heard clearly.

When he turned his head slightly, he saw a hand growing bigger and bigger in front of him...

"boom!"

The administrator fell to the ground.

Looking at the apartment manager lying on the ground, Binga shrugged his shoulders and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He shook his hands, then pushed open the door of the administrator's room, walked to the elevator door, pressed the elevator button, selected the floor he had already inquired about, and pressed the button.

one two three......

As the floor numbers on the display in the elevator continued to change, the elevator slowly stopped.

Binga walked out of the elevator and took steady steps, one step, two steps, and came to the door of a room.

He took out a wire from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole of the door.

And on an office building three hundred yards away from the apartment building, the reflection of a scope flickered faintly.

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Nishin-cho

James dragged his injured leg that was bleeding profusely, leaned against the wall, and gasped for breath.

During this period, a group of FBI agents who were usually very successful wherever they went were suffering here.

Imagine that there is a sniper on the opposite side, and his shooting is very accurate. If anyone rushes out, there is a high probability of hitting the target.

However, they were in an absolutely disadvantageous position in terms of terrain, with no possibility of escape.

What should they do?

James is in this situation now. If anyone else runs out, it will basically be like the God of Death calling out his name, and he will be the one to be killed.

James had tried it once before, and he paid the price with a broken thigh.

Unless the FBI swarms in and sacrifices several lives, there will be a chance that others can escape.

It was only possible because snipers had already set fire to all of their cars before, and their means of transportation were basically scrapped.

If they all rely on their legs, one of them might get called out if he isn't paying attention.

However, these are not the most terrible things.

What’s even more terrifying is that an FBI agent at the back just sent a message - in the distance, it seems that several police cars are approaching.

The moment James saw the news, he understood the other party's plan.

Although it is possible to restrict them with just one sniper, that is, Gin, the two sides are actually pulling each other.

Therefore, a third party is needed.

Either other members of the organization or other forces.

Now it seems that it is not other people in the organization. Gin is planning to drive the tiger to devour the wolf and let the island country’s public security and the FBI fight each other!

As the sirens became louder and louder, James sat down on the ground helplessly.

This time, he seemed to have failed again.

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Hakuba Residence in Chiyoda Ward

Although it was already late at night, the villa of Baima House was still brightly lit.

The three generations of the Bai Ma family, grandparents and grandchildren, were sitting neatly on the sofa in the living room of their home.

Grandma Hakuba rubbed Huihara Ai's little head lovingly, then put her other hand around the little girl's shoulders.

"Xiao Ai finally came back to see grandma today. Grandma is so happy today!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, grandma,"

Haibara Ai's head was being kneaded, but her expression seemed to be enjoying it. Hearing such words, she subconsciously felt a little guilty.

"I recently met a new sister and forgot to come back to see you."

"hehe,"

Grandma smiled kindly.

"Grandma is very happy that Ai can have her own friends."

The old man took back his hand that was rubbing his head and pinched the girl's little face.

She always felt that the girl's face had become rounder during this period of time, and even cuter than when she first came.

"Woo~"

The girl wrinkled her nose cutely but still didn't resist.

She really likes the feeling of being loved.

Bai Matan, who was sitting on the sofa next to them, looked at the two of them. Although he was usually indifferent, he couldn't help but feel envious at this moment.

Who is your grandson after all?

Butler Yutarai was wearing a large windbreaker and stood aside, watching quietly.

As expected, a family is not complete unless it has one child. The two young masters have been precocious since childhood and have not given the old lady the feeling of having grandchildren.

Now that the young lady has arrived, it can be said that this regret has been made up.

Thinking of this, Butler Yutarai walked towards the door.

"Ms. Mitarai, are you taking out the trash?"

When the old lady saw what Butler Yutemachi was doing, she glanced at him with a smile and asked casually.

Butler Mitarai also smiled and nodded.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Some of the garbage at home is starting to stink today and needs to be dealt with."

"Um,"

The old lady smiled and nodded, her voice still sounding kind.

"Ms. Mitarai, please make sure your hands and feet are clean and don't leave garbage in your house."

"Don't worry, old lady, I understand everything."

Butler Yutarai nodded with a smile, then gently opened the door and left the house quietly.

In the Baima mansion, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Grandma hugged Haibara Ai while watching TV. Hakuba Tan sat on the side and quietly read a mystery novel. Haibara Ai leaned in grandma's arms.

They seemed...unconcerned about the departure of Butler Mitarai.