On the other end of the phone, Toshiro Odagiri, who was originally calm, felt his head buzz when he heard the number eight tons.
He even wondered if he was suffering from senile dementia or if his ears weren't working properly.
After a minute-long silence, the sound of a chair overturning came from Toshiro Odagiri's side:
"Megure keibu! Say that again?! How much?! Eight tons?! Are you sure?!"
"Director! The photos have been sent to your internal email! It's absolutely true! Request immediate action!" Inspector Megure responded solemnly.
"Understood! I will report it immediately! You all stay put! Absolutely! Absolutely do not alert them!"
After Toshiro Odagiri hung up the phone, he couldn't calm down for a long time.
What kind of concept was eight tons of drugs?
In previous years, the total amount of drugs confiscated in Japan nationwide in a year was only two or three tons.
Now, to suddenly have eight tons at once, it was a bit too terrifying.
If this were any other country, where selling over 50 grams of methamphetamine can result in the death penalty, eight tons could lead to 160,000 death sentences!
One shot per second, and they could be continuously executed for over 40 hours.
These people were clearly taking advantage of the fact that Japan couldn't sentence them to death!
Toshiro Odagiri didn't want to take this responsibility and continued to report it up the chain of command.
Soon, in the next few minutes, the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's high command was in chaos.
In the offices of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Superintendent General, Deputy Superintendent General, and Superintendent General, there were consecutive sounds of teacups shattering, gasps of cold air, and hurried pacing.
Everyone who heard the number eight tons of drugs reacted in the same way, instantly petrified and extremely shocked.
"Eight tons?! And it's across from the police station?! What a joke!"
"Immediately! Right now! Mobilize all available forces!"
"Not a single gram of drugs must get out! The suspects must not escape!"
"This is no longer an ordinary drug trafficking group! We must strike hard!"
"This concerns the nation's reputation! The dignity of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department!"
Top-level orders flew down like snowflakes.
The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Special Cases Investigation Division, responsible for major and important cases, was urgently authorized to take full charge of this operation! Division Chief Hoshimi Miyabi personally led the charge!
The entire Tokyo Mobile Unit and SAT (Special Assault Team) were urgently mobilized!
Armored vehicles with flashing police lights and fully armed roared out from various garrisons, and all standby police helicopters took off.
Sniper teams were deployed at surrounding vantage points, their muzzles all aimed at the old apartment building.
Assault team members, wearing heavy bulletproof vests and carrying automatic rifles and bulletproof shields, quickly assembled downstairs, creating a solemn and tense atmosphere!
Forensics experts in white lab coats were also on standby, ready to process this unprecedented amount of evidence.
Even the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's propaganda department's camera vehicle arrived, ready to record this historic anti-drug moment.
The entire Beika Town Sanchome was quietly sealed off, and although the siren sounds were deliberately kept low, the omnipresent tension and dense police presence made nearby residents feel that something unusual was happening.
Those who had thoughts of committing crimes temporarily put aside their plans, closing their windows and doors, and fearfully guessing what earth-shattering event had occurred.
Inspector Megure and Officer Takagi, who were temporarily assigned to the command team, stood beside the command vehicle like new recruits.
Looking at the scene before them, which they had only seen in anti-terrorism blockbusters, both were sweating profusely and felt lingering fear.
Inspector Megure even leaned on the body of the command vehicle, feeling his legs still a bit weak.
"Eight tons..." Takagi muttered to himself, his eyes vacant as he looked at the quiet old apartment building across the street.
"Shut up, Takagi!" Inspector Megure growled, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He felt chest pain whenever he heard that number now.
He didn't know which 'godfathers' were responsible for this.
A few blocks away from the encirclement.
The Cunning Hares quartet was driving a van they had acquired, slowly heading towards their base.
Except for Billy, who was driving, the other three were all rubbing their overstuffed bellies.
Because Nicole had said that when you go to an all-you-can-eat buffet, you should eat until you're full, so you can save money on breakfast the next day.
"Burp~ That all-you-can-eat yakiniku place today was really good!" Nicole let out a satisfied burp.
"Exactly! The mackerel was delicious too, meow!" Nekomiya Mana licked her lips, still wanting more.
"Hmph, and don't forget who picked the place. I researched a lot of guides." Nicole proudly lifted her chin, then noticed an unusually quiet area in the direction of the apartment building, with faintly flashing police lights.
"Hmm? Why are there so many police over there? Quite a large setup."
"Oh? More excitement to watch?" Billy stuck his head out the window.
"It's probably that organization in black clothes causing trouble again, right? In Beika, it's strange if no one dies or no buildings explode on any given day."
"Exactly, exactly, you get used to it, meow." Nekomiya Mana wagged her tail, completely unconcerned. Having lived in Beika for a long time, she had grown somewhat accustomed to this daily routine.
After parking the car at a distant free parking spot, the group continued to walk towards the apartment building, chatting and laughing.
However, as they got closer, their smiles gradually froze on their faces.
Police cars, armored vehicles, dense crowds of police!
What was this? A police team-building exercise?
They all seemed to be staring at our base.
Nicole's heart sank, and an ominous premonition arose: "No... it can't be, right?"
"Boss Nicole, these police... they really seem to be coming for us?" Billy's voice trembled slightly.
"Meow?! What did we do wrong?" Nekomiya Mana's cat ears perked up vigilantly.
Anby also took out the knife she carried with her from behind and began to be on guard.
Just as they reached the bottom of the apartment building, only a few steps away from the main entrance—
Bang!
The door to their rented base was suddenly pushed open from the inside!
Conan's small figure appeared in the doorway.
With a confident smile on his face, he looked down at the bewildered Cunning Hares group downstairs:
"Cunning Hares! Your crimes have been exposed! The police have you completely surrounded! Give up your futile resistance and surrender immediately!"
Before he finished speaking, Conan pressed a button on his belt, and a soccer ball instantly popped out and inflated.
He performed a beautiful bicycle kick on the spot, and the soccer ball, with a whooshing sound, struck Nicole, who was walking in front.
"Go! Soccer of Justice!"
However, to Conan's surprise, the soccer ball he kicked, after hitting Nicole's chest, bounced very elastically onto the ground, bounced a few times, and then rolled away.
Nicole was completely unharmed.
"Uh..." Conan's mouth twitched. This wasn't quite the cool opening he had envisioned.
But the police's reaction was real. almost simultaneously with Conan's words, the shouts from the loudspeakers echoed from all directions:
"Members of Cunning Hares, attention! You are surrounded! Immediately put down your weapons! Hands on your head! Kneel and surrender! I Repeat! Surrender immediately! Otherwise, we will take forceful measures!"