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"Are you kidding me?" After listening to what Kamijou Touma said, Misaka Mikoto had only one thought in her mind, and that was bullshit.

Not only is it ridiculous, but it is also special, that is, it is special.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Kamijou Touma said with his hands open.

"Like." Misaka Mikoto nodded sincerely without any hesitation.

"...Like." Saten Reniko hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded.

"But the fact is that I really didn't lie." Kamijou Touma said with a helpless smile, "Who knew that the Puritan Church in England was so deceitful that even a 14-year-old kid could be lied to."

Listening to Kamijou Touma's words, Misaka Mikoto and Saten Renko were puzzled, not understanding the meaning of Kamijou Touma's words: "14 years old? Who?"

"He is 14 years old." Kamijou Touma pointed to Stiyl.

As soon as the words came out, the entire corridor became very quiet. Misaka Mikoto and Saten Saten's eyes were full of disbelief, and they looked at Stile in astonishment.

It is completely impossible to imagine that a strong man who is two meters tall and looks like a social person is actually a 14-year-old minor.

"Touma, now even I think you're talking nonsense." Shokuhou Misaki lightly poked Kamijou Touma's back twice with his index finger, and said softly.

"I also think it's ridiculous." Kamijou Touma nodded in agreement: "But sometimes reality is just so nonsense."

The three of them stared at Kamijou Touma for a long time, confirming that he was not joking, and finally chose to accept the reality.

"The reality is amazing." Saten Renko murmured.

"Is he an idiot?" Misaka Mikoto said softly, looking at Stiyl with blank eyes.

As soon as these words came out, Stiyl, who was lying on the floor, moved in reflex.

"It's an idiot!" Shokuhou Misaki rarely agreed with Misaka Mikoto's words.

Before the words fell, Stiyl moved again like a conditioned reflex, as if being stabbed by a sharp sword.

"Leave him alone, ask Fang Accelerator if he has rescued Index."

Saten Reniko raised her hand and replied, "I asked, but he is still chasing after."

Later, Misaka Mikoto pointed to Stiyl and asked, "How does he deal with it?"

"Let's take him for treatment first." Kamijou Touma turned his gaze to Stiyl, remembering that he was still seriously injured.

A group of people began to transfer to a nearby hospital.

There are not many medical facilities in the seventh school district, and each medical facility is not bad, but the best hospital is the hospital where the ghost of the earth is located.

To describe it in one sentence, it means that a person has abruptly raised his level.

Because Steele's injury was not fatal, Kamijou Touma and the others were not in a hurry, and told Accelerator by the way, so that he would not find anyone.

………………

Famous Detective World, Mihuacho 2-22, home of Dr. Agasa.

"A very ordinary world."

Emiya Shirou stood in front of the window sill, looking at the sky and the tall buildings in the distance through the glass window.

Withdrawing his gaze, Emiya Shiro turned his head to look at Edogawa Conan, and asked softly, "When will we start to act?"

"No hurry." Edogawa Conan squeezed his chin, looking at the neatly arranged papers on the coffee table, which were related information about the black organization.

As Edogawa Conan looked over one by one, his expression gradually became strange: "It's outrageous."

Beside, Hui Yuanai's expression is also very strange: "It is a miracle that the organization can continue to this day."

Dr. Ali's eyes shifted from the paper on which the information was recorded to the top of Edogawa Conan's head, his eyes were strange: "So Shinichi's luck was so bad back then."

Edogawa Conan: "..."

Is that bad luck?

That is obviously the event calling me!

"However..." Dr. A Li sighed: "Over 50.00% of the core members of an organization are undercover agents and traitors, which is really outrageous!"

"There's no need to worry so much." Edogawa Conan ended the topic with a speech: "Anyway, after today, the organization in black will no longer exist."

"Will the undercover be solved together?" Shirou Emiya walked to the side of the coffee table, his upper body slightly leaned forward, his left hand was on his hips, and his chin was pinched with his right hand, his eyes glanced back and forth among the papers covered on the table.

"No." Edogawa Conan said: "Only solve the members of the organization, don't worry about undercover agents."

"Then it will take me a while to remember." Emiya Shiro said, "There are too many undercover agents."

"Traitors..." Edogawa Conan pondered for a while, then hesitated and said, "...Don't kill them yet, catch them all."

"As you wish." The work became heavier again, but Shirou Emiya had no objection and said with a shrug.

"How many people are there in this operation?" Emiya Shirou asked casually while remembering the information.

Edogawa Conan replied: "Tentatively, you and I."

Emiya Shirou was startled when he heard the words, turned his gaze to Edogawa Conan, and asked, "Are you...are you joking?"

In terms of strength, Edogawa Conan's current combat strength is the most bullying ordinary people. If he is surrounded by a bunch of well-trained gun-wielding killers, there is no hope of defeating him.

"I'm not joking." Edogawa Conan said: "I asked Tony Stark to customize a steel suit, which has the power to protect itself."