Detective Conan: Shadow Legion Office

84: Chapter 84 The Island Nation’s Public Security Officers Take the BlameNight fell like a heavy black curtain, slowly covering the scarred Tokyo.

Bloodstains on the streets were masked by the night, with only sporadic streetlights emitting a pale, sickly light, illuminating the tracks left by the US military trucks.

Trucks loaded with protesting civilians were driving toward the ”educational base” in the suburbs; the muffled crying from inside the cargo holds, intertwined with the roar of the engines, sounded like a desperate nocturne.

On a quiet suburban road, the last US military truck was moving slowly.

The driver yawned, clearly still caught up in the ”victory” of the day—today’s suppression operation had ”remarkable results,” and General White had already praised them several times over the communication system.

He didn’t notice at all that in the shadows at the corner of the road, more than a dozen figures wearing black masks were quietly lurking.

”Get ready.”

Kazami Yuya lowered his voice and spoke into his headset. He stood in the deepest part of the shadows, gripping a steel pipe tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

This was the plan devised by Amuro Tooru—to ”attack” the US military trucks transporting civilians under the cover of night. There were two goals:

First, to rescue the detained civilians; second, to teach the arrogant US military a lesson, letting them know that the people of the island country were not sheep to be slaughtered at will.

To avoid triggering a larger conflict, Amuro Tooru emphasized: use only clubs, no guns, and absolutely no lethal force; withdraw immediately after succeeding.

Although Kazami Yuya felt the plan was too risky, seeing the images of the US military’s violence during the day, he eventually gritted his teeth and agreed.

He selected twenty of the most elite Public Security Officers, changed into black clothes, put on masks, and laid an ambush on this road that the US military trucks had to pass.

The truck gradually approached the corner and slowed down.

”Move!” Kazami Yuya gave the order.

Molotov cocktails, prepared in advance, were thrown fiercely, tracing arcs through the air and landing precisely on the truck’s hood and windshield.

”Boom!”

Flames erupted instantly, engulfing the entire front of the vehicle. The driver screamed as he rolled out of the cab, his clothes already on fire, writhing in pain on the ground.

”Get out! Everyone get out!”

A dozen ”men in black” swarmed up, brandishing steel and iron pipes, shouting at the US soldiers in the truck’s cargo hold. The soldiers in the hold clearly hadn’t expected an attack; in their panic, they tried to draw their guns but were struck hard on the hands by steel pipes reaching in from outside.

”Bang! Bang!”

With a few dull thuds, the pistols of several soldiers dropped into the cargo hold.

The ”men in black” seized the opportunity to open the truck doors, dragging the soldiers out one by one, and the steel pipes landed mercilessly on their backs and legs.

”How dare you hit people! How dare you be so arrogant!”

A young Public Security Officer, clearly still fueled by the day’s anger, struck with extra force, and one soldier curled up on the ground, screaming in agony.

”Stop hitting them! Save the people first!”

Kazami Yuya shouted, directing the officers to open the rear door of the truck and help the civilians inside down. ”Quick! Come with us!”

The detained civilians were shocked and overjoyed; ignoring their injuries, they followed the ”men in black” and ran toward the woods by the side of the road.

They didn’t know the identities of these people, but being able to escape from the hands of the US military was already a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Just then—

”Bang! Bang! Bang!!!”

Several crisp gunshots suddenly shattered the night sky, sounding particularly jarring on the silent road.

Kazami Yuya stiffened and whipped his head around.

He saw five or six US soldiers who had just been dragged off the truck lying on the ground, blood bubbling from their chests, their eyes wide open, clearly having lost their lives.

”Who fired those shots?!”

Kazami Yuya’s voice trembled with fear; he almost ripped the mask off his face in his agitation, though his complexion underneath was already as pale as paper.

The nearby Public Security Officers were also stunned and shook their heads one after another: ”It wasn’t us! We didn’t bring any guns!”

”Impossible! Only we are here!”