"Ran, Senior Fujino!"
Sonoko's voice suddenly rang out. Everyone looked over to see a Harley motorcycle riding down the empty, sealed-off street. She sat in the extra single-seat sidecar attached to the motorcycle Suzuki Jirokichi was riding, holding the big dog "Lupin" and waving at everyone.
Fujino instinctively turned his face away. "..."
Sonoko's social-terrorist tendencies were getting worse and worse.
There had to be several thousand people gathered along both sides of the street, yet she had just waved and shouted as she came over in full view of everyone?
Sonoko took off her helmet, jumped down from the motorcycle, and asked Fujino, "Senior, has that Kaito Kid guy shown up yet?"
"Not yet, at least..."
Feeling all the gazes around him, Fujino's scalp tingled a little.
Sonoko cupped her chin. "Is that so? I was planning to watch you capture him alive, Senior."
Fujino: "..."
That might disappoint you.
Could it be that I'm actually working with that guy?
"Hey!"
Nakamori Ginzo noticed the flashy arrival of the Suzukis and ran over, asking Suzuki Jirokichi unhappily, "What's with the helicopters in the sky? Their interference has made it impossible for the police helicopters to take off!"
"They were prepared for filming my autobiographical movie."
Suzuki Jirokichi did not care in the slightest. He glanced at an unmarked black truck beside the Museum. "Every helicopter's feed will be transmitted into that broadcast truck. Its efficiency is far beyond yours at the police department."
Then he said to Sonoko and the others, "Since you're all here, you can't just stay outside the blockade. Why not come take a look inside the broadcast truck?"
Everyone followed Suzuki Jirokichi into the broadcast truck.
Inside, numerous large screens hung from the walls, while staff members sat before monitors, watching the footage displayed