Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 162 Black and White

Chen Shuo followed the foreigner with his gaze. With the "help" of the Junior Detectives, he finally broke free from the reporters and quickly left the crowd. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he sneered, muttering, "Not really."

Upon hearing this, Haibara Ai immediately frowned and retorted bluntly: "If it is, it is. If it is not, it is not. What do you mean by 'not counted'?" There was a hint of impatience in her tone, and she was obviously dissatisfied with the riddle man's behavior.

Chen Shuo smiled at her question, but didn't answer directly. Instead, he bent down and picked up Huibara Ai. He patted her on the back, turned his gaze toward the parking lot, and said calmly as they walked, "Tokyo has been very busy lately. I imagine that not only the FBI, but intelligence agencies around the world will be sending people to Tokyo to investigate. Their presence here isn't surprising."

Mao Lilan and Sonoko were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and a look of sudden realization gradually appeared in their eyes.

"So..." Mao Lilan muttered softly, as if sorting out her thoughts, "He didn't come here specifically for us, but for... that matter?"

Walking to the car, Chen Shuo steadily put Huibara Ai down and casually opened the door. He glanced at the people following him, his eyes steady as he nodded. "Almost every well-known underground force in the world has sent people to Tokyo. How could they not react at all?"

His tone was understated, but it carried an unquestionable certainty that made people involuntarily feel the weight of it.

When Yuanzi heard this, her brows furrowed slightly, and her tone was filled with worry. "Then...it won't have any impact, right? These people are here, they can't just be here to watch the fun, right?"

Chen Shuo heard her concerns and smiled nonchalantly, his tone revealing calmness: "There will definitely be an impact, but these situations are all within my expectations. It would be strange if they had no reaction at all."

Mao Lilan walked aside, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and a hint of nervousness appeared in her eyes: "Then...what about us? Do we have to be careful too?"

Chen Shuo turned to look at her, his eyes softening as he said soothingly, "Don't worry. Tokyo may seem chaotic, but they are already each other's worst enemies. Our goal is just to see the situation clearly and gain a firm foothold."

Huiyuan Ai climbed onto the car and sat down, looking at Chen Shuo calmly: "You have a very thorough plan, but these underground forces are unruly. They may not abide by the rules of the game as you think."

"Indeed." Chen Shuo nodded slightly, a faint smile on his lips. "But precisely because of this, they won't easily upset the balance. For them, Tokyo is not just a goal, but also a chessboard. No one will rashly overturn the chess game."

Several people got into the car one after another. Chen Shuo took the driver's seat. Before starting the car, he took one last look at the circus in the distance where the crowds were surging. He murmured softly, "This chess game has just begun..."

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The yellow GTR smoothly drove through the nighttime streets of Tokyo. The atmosphere inside the car seemed relaxed due to the casual conversation along the way. However, just as it turned a corner, a series of glaring red and blue lights flashed by on the opposite road, attracting Chen Shuo's attention.

Seven police cars passed by them quickly in a strange formation. The neat convoy drew a sharp line of light on the road, and the police lights on the roof flashed, which looked extremely strange.

"This..." Chen Shuo gripped the steering wheel, his brows furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the fleet of police cars driving away. He tilted his head slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "A new tactic from the Metropolitan Police Department?"

His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for the three girls in the car to hear clearly.

Mao Lilan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was the first to come to her senses. Looking at the shadow of the police car gradually disappearing in the rearview mirror, she said with a confused look on her face: "Something is wrong... The way they are arranged doesn't seem like a normal patrol."

"Weird." Sonoko leaned back in the back seat, subconsciously hugging her arms, her tone filled with confusion. "Also, seven cars, this scale looks like an operation team, but... an acrobatic show? What kind of thing is this?"

Before anyone could recover from the strange array of police cars, a low roar of engines suddenly passed by again. Chen Shuo caught a glimpse of a dark figure from the corner of his eye. A black Chevrolet whizzed past, its body close to the ground, steady and sharp.

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, the pupils of the people in the car couldn't help but shrink. Mao Lilan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was stunned for a moment, then muttered, "Teacher Judy..."

Yuanzi narrowed her eyes, held her chin, and asked with a hint of tentativeness and confusion in her tone: "Could it be...that those police cars are related to the FBI?"

Chen Shuo shook his head when he heard her words, his eyes still fixed on the front: "Probably not. If the Japanese police and the FBI cooperate, I will be informed immediately."

"Then this..." Before Mao Lilan could even finish her question, she was interrupted by Chen Shuo's next action. He raised his hand slightly, pointed across the street, and said calmly, "If you want to know, why not just ask them?"

Everyone looked in the direction his finger pointed and was stunned. They saw Professor Agasa's yellow Beetle speeding past at a speed completely inconsistent with his usual speed. Inside the car, the figures of several members of the Junior Detective League were vaguely visible, seemingly discussing something enthusiastically.

"This..." Sonoko was stunned and completely speechless.

Mao Lilan subconsciously held her forehead, her face full of helplessness and confusion: "Professor Agasa is involved too? These three parties... no matter how you look at it, they are completely unrelated, right?"

Although Haibara Ai did not participate in the discussion, her eyes fell on the Beetle, and there was a rare hint of doubt in her expression.

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"What? That James Blake is the FBI?"

In the evening, Chen Shuo's study.

Conan stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with undisguised shock. His voice rose a few notches, clearly not expecting this answer.

Chen Shuo leaned back in his chair beside the desk, a faint smile on his lips. He held a thick stack of documents in his hands, as if he had anticipated Conan's reaction. "Don't make such a fuss. The FBI showing up in Tokyo is nothing new, especially recently..."

Conan finally reacted and quickly sat back in his chair, frowning and falling into deep thought.

Today, after saying goodbye to his friends, Conan immediately rushed to Chen Shuo's house to start tutoring. He has been working hard for the past two days to protect the order of Tokyo.

In order to make his tool more qualified, Chen Shuo had to teach Conan carefully.

After Conan revealed that it was a few blind kidnappers who mistook James for Randy Hawke, the others stopped paying attention to it, seeing that it was nothing serious. Instead, Sonoko blurted out the news that James was actually an FBI agent to Conan.

Looking at the shocked Conan, Chen Shuo glanced at him and said calmly but with a hint of warning: "Your future identity is destined to become a thorn in the eyes of intelligence agencies of various countries. Remember, keep your distance. I don't want such a useful tool like you to be invited to have tea with any agency."

"Yes..." Conan frowned and replied sullenly, "But I'm not your tool..."

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The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed and comfortable, and the dishes on the plates exuded a fragrant aroma. Conan held a salted fish in his mouth, chewing it while looking up, his eyes filled with curiosity and thought. "Brother Shuo, if our plan succeeds, won't the rest of the world react? After all... we can be considered... a creative system."

Upon hearing this, Chen Shuo put down his chopsticks, picked up the soup bowl and took a sip. He glanced at Conan across from him, nodded, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Not bad, you can think of this level, which shows that you have gradually gotten rid of your previous naive thinking."

Conan was stunned for a moment, swallowed the salted fish in his mouth, and looked straight at Chen Shuo, obviously waiting for his further explanation.

Chen Shuo sat up slightly straighter, his eyes becoming penetrating. "The existence of the two worlds, the white and the black, is essentially a balance. The white world maintains the apparent order, the rules that make the public feel at ease. The black world, on the other hand, controls those things outside the rules—the transactions, tactics, and conflicts of interest that cannot be constrained by law but must exist."

He paused and continued, "When the underworld and the white world can reach a tacit understanding, refraining from crossing boundaries and interfering with each other, society as a whole will function stably. Once this balance is broken, no matter which side attempts to completely eliminate the other, uncontrollable turmoil will result."

Conan frowned, pondering Chen Shuo's words: "So... our plan will completely tilt the balance?"

Chen Shuo shook his head, his tone more determined. "No, our plan is not to disrupt the balance, but to redefine the rules. Let's make these two lines more clear, each with its own territory, and at the same time, a boundary that no one can cross."

He looked at Conan, his tone becoming calm yet serious. "This is the purpose of the system. It's not to eliminate chaos, but to bring order to chaos. Countries around the world may be dissatisfied, but as long as we can prove that this system can make the situation more stable, they will eventually choose to acquiesce."

Conan was silent for a moment, lowered his head and took another bite of the salted fish, muttering, "It sounds simple, but in practice... the risks should be quite high."

Chen Shuo nodded, his eyes calm and deep. He put down the bowl of soup in his hand and said with a hint of contemplation: "The biggest difficulty in operation is actually the force."

He paused for a moment and looked at Conan. "You know, this plan is different from the previous small-scale gang meetings. This time, at least in this matter, we must let the entire world's underground forces contribute."

The table fell silent instantly. Several people put down their chopsticks and focused their attention on Chen Shuo. Conan asked with some concern, "Getting all the underground forces in the world involved... is this really possible?"

Chen Shuo chuckled and shook his head slightly. "Hostile is the norm, but under certain circumstances, short-term cooperation can also occur. As long as the goal is clear enough and the benefits are great enough, they will temporarily put aside their grudges and focus their efforts on achieving their goals."

Yuanzi propped up her chin, her eyes filled with curiosity. "So, this is an offer they can't refuse?"

"That's right." Chen Shuo's tone was calm and firm.

"The underground world may appear chaotic and disordered on the surface, but in reality, the fundamental pursuit of all forces is survival and expansion. If our plan can provide them with a brand new system of rules that allows them to benefit within a controllable range while reducing unnecessary internal friction, they will naturally choose to cooperate."

Conan pondered for a moment and asked softly, "But to coordinate so many forces, negotiation alone won't be enough, right? What if someone refuses to obey, or tries to take advantage of the situation?"

Chen Shuo smiled faintly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. "This is why force is key. Without sufficient strength to deter those who attempt to challenge the rules, this system would never have been established in the first place."

He slowly looked around at the group, his voice low but powerful, "This time, this isn't just a simple dialogue, nor is it just a small-scale coordination in a certain region. What we need is a signal, a signal that makes everyone understand that participating in this plan isn't just an opportunity, it's the only choice."

The atmosphere at the dinner table became increasingly solemn, and even Sonoko's usually relaxed expression became a bit more serious.

"So, this time, it's not just about setting rules, it's about establishing order." Chen Shuo's voice was low and firm. "If we can't do this, then all we'll leave behind is a huge vortex of chaos and endless conflict for the world."

Conan took a deep breath, his eyes becoming more serious. He placed his chopsticks on the edge of the table and asked in a deep voice, "So... the question is... do we have so much force? This requires at least an army, right?"

When Chen Shuo heard this, a mysterious smile appeared on his lips, his eyes deep and calm: "I will find a way."

His tone was understated, yet it carried a certainty, as if everything was already under control. Conan stared at him, his eyes filled with inquiry and uneasiness. He stared at Chen Shuo for a long moment, as if trying to discern more from his expression, but Chen Shuo's face remained expressionless.

Finally, Conan sighed slowly and whispered, "I hope... not too many people will die."