The Battle for the Restroom

Akai Shuichi and the others quickly approached their destination.

After all, this was Beika Town, the center of the universe, where most things could be handled within a single district.

Their FBI base was in Beika Town, Dejima Sohei's design office was also in Beika Town, and then there was—

"The crime scene from earlier, as well as Ms. Asai's home, are both not far from here."

In the car, Akai Shuichi solemnly reminded his two companions:

"After taking Ms. Asai home, Mr. Lin may very well come straight to Dejima Design Office to investigate."

"In other words, there is a good chance we'll run into him."

"If we're unlucky."

"Understood." Jodie nodded gravely.

As she spoke, she checked the pistol concealed at her waist in advance.

"Uh, wait." Camel was still somewhat hesitant. "Are we really going to directly clash with the Japanese police?"

"This is completely different from before, Mr. Shuichi."

"Don't worry." Akai Shuichi remained calm. "I'll explain the situation to the higher-ups and make sure none of you get fired."

"So it's fine."

Camel: "..."

Of course it was fine for you, Mr. Shuichi.

As the FBI's ace and a warrior of Conan-science, Akai Shuichi was already so capable that no one could replace him.

But Jodie and he were different.

Even if they were not fired, their careers would definitely be over.

Once the FBI files were declassified decades later, their glorious record of regularly eating pork cutlet rice from rival agencies would probably turn them into internationally famous punchlines—

A group of FBI agents who had been imprisoned by the Tokko, exchanged fire with the CIA, and eaten pork cutlet rice from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department were clearly perfect material for short videos.

Sigh.

"Jodie?" Jodie, say something too.

"I believe in Shuichi."