Of course, what the two of them are doing now is just some "leftovers" besides "gift."
Even if the license plates are changed, it's not a big deal. It wasn't particularly crucial information, and what's important is not the cars but the people who are searching!
After all, cars and license plates can be changed, but the organization's members will remain fixed.
Senichi has already memorized the faces of the members present with the telescope in his hand. Later, Senichi can sketch each person's face accurately with the master-level drawing skill.
Master-level drawing skill combined with the memory palace technique learned from reasoning training cards allows Senichi to become a "real-life camera."
Although these members are not important, every bit counts.
And who says small characters can't play a significant role?
Even though they are minor players, with some manipulation, they might cause a chain reaction and even become a crucial part of a plan.
Once you have the cards, it's about how you play them. Sometimes, even the smallest "3" can become a form of constraint.
Watching Gin and the others move away and after waiting for another ten minutes, Senichi and Conan, the latter disguised as a little girl, descended to the underground station.
And Senichi retrieved his communicator.
Senichi drove around some roads and after detecting that there were no signs of surveillance, he returned to Professor Agasa's house and waited quietly.
Before long, emails started pouring in after searching for keywords on the computer that had already been modified for anti-tracking by Haibara.
But soon, the data was abruptly interrupted, and everything went silent.
"It seems they reacted quickly," Senichi said without much surprise. "Well, Haibara, check the harvest, and hopefully, this information is useful to you."
"You actually succeeded." Haibara had a strange expression on her face. She was not expecting to gain an advantage in the confrontation with the Black Organization, especially under Gin's command.
"Only took advantage of the unexpected situation," Senichi smiled without showing any sense of triumph.
Gin's reaction was swift, and the harvest probably wouldn't be too substantial.
However, this "gift" would likely prompt Gin and his team to move.
Yes, the CD placed in the locker wasn't Itakura's; it was a Trojan horse CD carefully prepared by Senichi!
Senichi employed a bait-and-switch strategy with a deliberate plan veiled as a casual move. Through a pre-designed Trojan virus, he stealthily stole the opponent's data after it was opened.
"Cunning fox." On the other side, Gin looked grimly at the blown up computer in front of him While holding a Beretta M92F.
The icy killing intent silenced the surrounding researchers, they were afraid to make any noise.
"What happened?" Gin turned to the programmer beside him and his chilly voice made the man involuntarily shiver.
Specialization in their respective fields meant that even Gin could only understand the surface situation. To grasp the specifics, he needed answers from a professional.
"T-the person who created this Trojan... is very cunning..."
The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stuttered as he spoke, "The creator of this CD initially designed a password input page, prompting us to enter the password we agreed upon with Itakura.
But in reality, this page is fake; any numerical input grants access, essentially giving us the authority we assumed was granted...
At this point, the Trojan had already begun its operation, searching for keywords and stealing data. However, since this computer wasn't crucial, the Trojan expanded to other computers with the same IP in the vicinity...
Afterward, a compressed file appear on the screen... and upon opening it,
we initially thought we just needed to patiently wait, but the computer firewall triggered an alert about information being transmitted externally..."
At this point, the man swallowed hard, looking at Gin's Beretta M92F. The image of his decisively shooting and destroying the computer after discovering the virus was still imprinted in his mind.
"So, this software... from the moment we entered the password, it started stealing information, and everything afterward was just an illusion, creating a false sense of normalcy?" Gin realized the malevolence of the trap set by the creator as soon as he heard the explanation.
From the moment they entered the password to unlock it, they fell into the trap. Subsequently, the software manufactured an illusion of "everything being normal," making them lower their guard.
"What about tracking?" Gin asked the man again.
"T-there's... no way..."
The man, seeing Gin's unfriendly gaze, hurriedly explained, "The creator of the Trojan was obviously well-prepared. The information was sent out using a 'puppet machine'... When we tried to trace it, they flooded us with many false addresses... We couldn't find anything...
The opponent came prepared, and before we could take the next step, everything came to an end..."
"Itakura... No..." Gin paused, then frowned and denied it, "That guy couldn't design such a trap..."
Just as Gin was pondering, Vodka suddenly ran over anxiously and shouted, "Boss, look at the news!"
"Hmm?"
Gin's eyes narrowed, and before he could react, a clever subordinate picked up the remote and turned on the television in the room.
[Around 5 p.m. yesterday, a male corpse was discovered in a hotel in Tokyo. The identity of the deceased has now been confirmed.
Suguru Itakura, male, 45 years old, a renowned CG designer and game programmer...
According to the investigation by the Metropolitan Police Department yesterday, the perpetrator who killed the victim has been arrested...]
"Bang!"
The sound of the TV broadcast abruptly disappeared accompanied by a gunshot and the chaotic cries of people around, it was replaced by the noise of shattered glass on the screen.
At this moment, Gin's face was as dark as ink. Although there was no change in his stern expression, the chilling aura emanating from him made everyone nearby feel like they were in an icy cave.
"Pack up, prepare to retreat." Gin retracted his gun and turned to leave, glancing at Vodka. "We can't stay here any longer. Vodka, notify the team to activate the backup base."
"Understood, boss!" Vodka nodded quickly and walked away without any hesitation.
If he hadn't fallen into the opponent's scheme and advanced the trading time, they would have naturally realized that something was wrong after seeing the news of Itakura's death.
From a fundamental perspective, the reason this incident happened was entirely because Vodka took the initiative to advance the transaction to obtain the CD.
That glance just now made Vodka feel like the boss might shoot him at any moment.
Too terrifying, better slip away quickly!!