Chapter 147: As Long As You Surrender Quickly, Nothing Is a Problem

Actually, the moment Vernon set up this trap, the fate of the Black Organization was already sealed.

This syndicate entirely composed of fake members was destined to close down. In the past, the Eagle Nation of this planet might have granted them asylum in exchange for the organization's special technologies.

After all, they had done such things countless times before; as long as it was to their advantage, they dared to co-opt anyone, even if a portion of those individuals could no longer truly be considered human.

Yet now, it had been revealed that the syndicate's special technologies were merely plagiarized, and they had only managed to copy a fraction of them—stolen from a criminal organization, no less—with law enforcement currently hovering in Earth's outer orbit.

Under such circumstances, even the Eagle Nation could not brazenly offer asylum.

After contacting a few "friends," Rum concluded the exact same thing from their attitudes.

Over the past ten days or so, more than a dozen of the Black Organization's secret bases had been uprooted, including several veteran facilities dating back to the era of Renya Karasuma.

It could be said that with all undercover agencies temporarily refraining from intentionally dragging their feet, the syndicate was left with nowhere to hide—especially since Gin, their only true member of sufficiently high value, had already been taken up into the sky.

Pacing back and forth in the dark room for a long time, Rum still could not bring himself to make the decision to surrender. After all, the organization still had a supreme leader—that gentleman—as well as the founder whose fate remained uncertain: Renya Karasuma.

Perhaps they still possessed the means to turn the tide. After all, the technology of a criminal organization capable of drawing cross-galactic pursuit from law enforcement could surely not be limited to what had been shown so far.

The last hope in Rum's heart, that gentleman, was currently standing before a stasis pod. Inside the pod lay Renya Karasuma, who had suffered extreme aging.

Relying on this incomplete technology, he clung desperately to life, lingering in a half-dead state.

Over all these years, Renya Karasuma had been awakened only once, which was when the development of the Silver Bullet Type 2 succeeded.

Regrettably, the Silver Bullet developed by the Miyano couple could only extend human life while freezing physical functions at the exact moment the drug was administered. This in itself was an unimaginable breakthrough.

Yet for Renya Karasuma, a drug extremely useful to most people proved to be utterly insipid—insipid to consume, yet too regrettable to discard.

What good was it to preserve a body over a hundred years old if he remained no different from lying dormant in a stasis pod?

Nevertheless, this represented a massive stride forward. Consequently, Renya Karasuma tested the drug on Vermouth. Once success was verified, he summoned the Miyano couple before him.

He selectively disclosed a portion of information to them, initially intending to inspire them to continue striving and manufacture the drug he desired.

However, Renya Karasuma, perpetually consumed by the fear of death, forgot one simple truth: not everyone sought to subvert the world, and not everyone was crazy enough to cling to life at any cost, let alone the destruction of the world.

Especially not two scientists who were not yet threatened by mortality.

Thus, the fire that claimed the lives of the Miyano couple naturally occurred, and vanishing along with them were the vital data for creating the Silver Bullet.

Recalling past events, that gentleman shook his head and pressed the wake-up button on the console.

As a chilling mist dispersed, Renya Karasuma awakened from his stasis. Having plundered the planet's energy to prolong his own existence, he required no additional rest or recuperation; he awoke in virtually the same condition as when he entered the pod.

"Ah..." Renya Karasuma rolled his withered, twig-like eyes, and his two shrunken, barely visible lips began to twitch. "Has the... the potion been made...?"

That gentleman shook his head. Immediately afterward, he felt his heart accelerate violently, as if about to burst open on the spot—this was a method Renya Karasuma used to control him.

Gurgle...

Uttering a painful and struggling sound, that gentleman dropped to his knees.

Yet just before he was about to perish, Renya Karasuma halted the punishment. He still needed this man alive. "Tell me... why did you wake me...?"

Renya Karasuma knew that as a greedy sinner who had plundered energy and even disrupted planetary and cosmic timelines, he was loathed by this world. The moment he awoke from the stasis pod, his rate of aging would double, and the energy required for his next dormancy would double as well.

"Sir... the aliens have come... They have destroyed many of our bases!" That gentleman said, lowering his head.

Contrary to what that gentleman anticipated, Renya Karasuma did not grow fearful or despairing; instead, he seemed somewhat excited, a hint of joy even perceptible in his demeanor.

"Splendid... Splendid..."

"Sir, they are here to hunt down a criminal organization, and our technology reportedly originated from that group."

That gentleman added hastily.

With the aid of supporting equipment, Renya Karasuma crawled out of the stasis pod, and that gentleman immediately stepped forward to steady him.

"You don't understand... As long as the stakes are high enough, nothing is unchangeable..."

"Cough, cough, cough... We are like that, and the aliens are no different..."

"Go fetch the case and come with me to the rooftop..."

Obediently, that gentleman retrieved the object and took the private elevator up to the rooftop terrace.

Upon arriving, Renya Karasuma immediately activated a device. Massive electromagnetic waves emitted from the amplification equipment on the rooftop, projecting his image and that of that gentleman onto every available receiving device.

Following that, after typing a few characters, Renya Karasuma raised his hands high, a smile of impending success on his face and his heart filled with the joy of a wish fulfilled.

Indeed, he had long anticipated the arrival of aliens. Judging a broader picture from a narrow perspective, this planet was utterly no match for aliens.

As for resistance, that was something he had never even considered.

What? Refusing to resist meant becoming a loser? As long as one surrendered fast enough, one wasn't a loser, but a wise hero who understood the times!

When Renya Karasuma's visage was broadcast across the globe, ordinary people had yet to comprehend why the television suddenly displayed the face of an elderly man, but politicians and high-ranking officials already understood.

The top leader of the Eagle Nation pounded the table, shouting orders to block the signal while furiously cursing Renya Karasuma for his shamelessness!

How could he surrender ahead of him?!

The father had yet to state his position, yet a mere son dared to declare his stance first—this violated all human ethics!

Meanwhile, witnessing the exact same scene, Shuichi Akai, Conan, and the others unanimously turned to gaze at Fina behind them, a growing sense of tension gripping their hearts.

Surely this Ouroboros organization wasn't also fond of offering asylum, was it?!

Amidst the watchful gazes of many, only Ai Haibara remained relatively unconcerned. Aside from her belief that Renya Karasuma's scheming could never succeed, there was also the simple fact that as long as her elder sister lived, nothing else mattered quite as much.

Under the collective gaze of everyone present, Fina smiled faintly, not uttering a single word across the quiet communication channel.