Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

The moment Carlos confronted Li Xingchen, time seemed to freeze. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and he quickly spoke with a trembling voice: "Li, how much do you want? As long as you can let me go, you can name the price."

A hint of curiosity and amusement flashed in Li Xingchen's eyes. He whispered, "Oh? Are you trying to bribe me? However, your men don't seem to be very powerful."

Carlos kicked the subordinate who had lost his fighting ability at his feet and muttered dissatisfiedly: "These useless guys can't even stop you for an hour."

Li Xingchen nodded slightly in agreement. Indeed, the guys holding submachine guns and wearing bulletproof vests fell down one after another the moment they saw him, without even having the chance to shoot.

Of course, if they succeeded in firing, Li Xingchen would be in trouble, because the firepower of a submachine gun was not comparable to that of a pistol. In this confined space, the place to dodge was too narrow, and he was likely to be shot.

Seeing this, Carlos continued to beg for mercy: "As long as you come to protect me, I will give you any amount of money you want. It's also okay if you don't want money. I can give you anything you want." His tone was full of desire for survival.

Li Xingchen smiled slightly and threw a flying knife, stabbing the throat of the man who wanted to attack him. The man covered his throat and fell down slowly. The last thought in his mind was: this man seemed to have eyes on his back.

"Okay, okay. I'll take it out, and you... No, brother, can you put away the knife in your hand?" Carlos trembled as he took out the pistol from his arms and threw it on the ground. He knew very well that facing such a pervert, a pistol alone would be useless.

Li Xingchen casually thrust the other knife in his hand into the ground, the blade easily breaking through the marble slab and stabbing in. He asked calmly, "How much do you plan to pay?"

"How about $100 million per year?" Carlos looked at the ground and swallowed his saliva. He looked up at Li Xingchen's expression, as if he really wanted to negotiate with him. He quickly raised his finger to show his sincerity.

"Isn't this too little?" Li Xingchen stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers. "Your underground casino is quite valuable."

"You, I can't agree to your request! I don't have the final say over the entire underground gambling community in the United States!" Carlos argued repeatedly.

"Then guess who sent me?" Li Xingchen smiled, with a hint of mystery in his eyes.

Carlos' eyes widened, and he thought of a certain organization that took over the largest underground gambling house in the United States a few years ago. And he was one of the open controllers who was pushed out.

He asked tremblingly: "You mean..."

"It's good that you know." Li Xingchen interrupted him, "I can only say that you know too much. When I killed people all over the underground casino and blood flowed like a river, you didn't even know where you were. Goodbye, Carlos."

After saying that, Li Xingchen moved, and Carlos slowly fell down, holding his throat.

Soon after, the villa was engulfed in flames.

The Porsche 911 had already left the scene.

"It's solved." Li Xingchen said, covering his headphones, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Now, apart from Shiho, there is no one in the organization with whom he has a good relationship.

He drove with one hand and held the tape in the other. Carlos Marx, a poor fellow who knew the secrets of the organization but wanted to be independent.

However, Li Xingchen was too ostentatious in this action, so he was targeted by the FBI.

Xingchen looked at the dark scenery in front of him, thinking about what had just happened.

At first, I was groping for the secret sentry, and as I was searching, I ran into the yard of the villa.

Then they killed their way forward. There were about fifteen people hiding in the villa.

Because they all died in his hands, Xingchen counted them one by one, but there was no change in his heart, like this kind of underworld force.

They must have done some unknown things, or it can be said that what each person did was enough to be sentenced to death in the previous life.

However, he personally killed a good friend of his in the organization, even though he had a 60% chance of survival.

There is more or less sadness in my heart.

.....

Li Xingchen has returned to the hotel where he was originally staying.

Turn on the lights and draw open the curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He stood in the room on the 24th floor, overlooking the bustling city of San Francisco through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything that happened yesterday replayed clearly in his mind like a movie.

At this time, a message came from his mobile phone that the FBI had arrived at the fire scene.

"Really? Looks like I made the right decision. He arrived just in time." Li Xingchen looked down at the message on his phone and said with a chuckle.

...

At the villa, firefighters arrived quickly and put out the raging fire.

Police rushed to the scene.

A man wearing an FBI bulletproof vest stepped into the basement and stepped over the charred and twisted bodies.

He came to the place where Jiannanchun and Karlos had been. After looking around, he waved his hand, pointed at the safe on the wall and said, "Take this safe back."

The things in the safe are probably what someone left behind.

"There are a total of sixteen bodies in there, fifteen of whom were killed by this throwing knife." Another FBI member walked up to him and handed him a sharp throwing knife.

The man took the throwing knife, looked down at it, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, he stopped smiling, turned to the person next to him and asked, "Really? What about the other person?"

"Oh, that's a homeless man from the neighborhood. He was sleeping in the garage of this villa and unfortunately was engulfed by the fire." said the FBI member as he looked at the report in his hand.

“I understand.” The man nodded and thought to himself: Li, you’re really playing a big game of chess.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the curtains and gently brushed across the room, Li Xingchen took a newspaper from outside the door, closed the door casually, and then unfolded the newspaper.

His eyes wandered between the lines until a report about an unexpected fire in a certain place caught his eye.

That report was like a snowflake in winter, which melted at the slightest touch, leaving only a faint trace.

The story behind it seems to be shrouded in a thick fog, and seems to be tightly covered by an invisible hand, tightly and airtight.