It was a dark day for Tajik Zarhad.

“Fuck peace talks!”

He returned to his camp and roared loudly at his adjutant.

"Those damn traitors! Traitors! They sold the country to those white-skinned pigs, and now they still want us to go to peace talks! Damn the peace talks! We will fight those bastards until the last minute and never compromise!"

"But, we don't have much funds anymore..."

"Damn it!"

Hearing this, Zarhad also roared, sat down on the chair, and remained silent. However, at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang. Zarhad picked up the phone and answered the call.

.

"who is it?!"

"Hello, Mr. Zarhad."

What came from the other side of the phone was a very gentle and peaceful voice. He spoke Zarhad's native language, but Zarhad had never heard this voice before.

"Who are you? How do you know my phone number?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I can provide you with everything you want."

"Hehehe."

Hearing this, Zarhad sneered.

"It turns out he is a philanthropist."

"No, I'm not a philanthropist, I'm just a peacemaker, a peacemaker who stands on the side of the bullied."

The other party was not swayed by Zarhard's cynicism.

"I would like to ask Mr. Zarhad, what is your goal?"

"Do you even need to ask? Of course, drive those bastards out of our country!"

"But you know this is impossible, and do you know why?"

"……………what do you mean?"

Zarhard frowned when he heard the voice on the other side of the phone.

"Because this is not a war, Mr. Zarhad. Maybe you don't like me saying this, but it is the truth. You see, they fabricated trumped-up charges, invaded your home, bombed your cities, and massacred you.

People. But what can you do? Kill a few soldiers? Blow up a few tanks? What's the point? They are soldiers, they will die."

"……………so?"

"So, I'll help you turn this into a war."

"Then what can you give me? Missiles? Tanks? Or guns and bullets?"

"Hahaha, these are not enough, Mr. Zarhad."

The other party laughed heartily.

"Even if you have these, the war is still carried out on your land, your cities are still destroyed, and your people are still hurt. But what about them? Think about it, when your compatriots are in the flames of war

What were they doing when they were wailing? They were eating potato chips, drinking Coke, watching movies, and playing games. When your children died in pain, what were their children doing? They were enjoying beauty, peace, and leisure.

Life. Can you endure it? Mr. Zarhad? Can you endure it all?"

"enough!"

Hearing this, Zarhad punched the table hard.

"so what?"

"Reciprocal revenge is war. Now this is just a one-sided massacre. Your struggles can't bring them any harm at all. Only their own homes are in disaster, and they see their children struggling in pain with their own eyes.

Die, and your city is littered with corpses and devastated. This... is called war. Mr. Zarhad, and I can bring this war to you."

"commander!"

At this moment, his adjutant suddenly screamed, and then thrust a fax in front of Zarhad. Looking at the numbers on it, Zarhad was also stunned.

"This is...five hundred million dollars?"

"It's kind of an advance payment."

The voice on the phone still continues.

"I will provide you with a plan and everything needed to include this plan. And all you have to do is to implement this plan. Believe me, Mr. Zarhad, after this plan, you will become everyone's hero

.”

"……………………"

Hearing this, Zarhad was silent for a moment.

"So, what can you get from it?"

"Of course it is peace. I am the messenger of peace and the guardian of freedom. Therefore, in order to protect the earth and protect mankind, I want to destroy the enemies of freedom, peace and justice. Isn't it natural?"

"Hahahaha, peacemaker, okay, I like you as peacemaker!"

After saying this, Zarhad burst into laughter. He stretched out his hand, took out a pendant from his arms, opened it, glanced at the photo in the pendant, and then gritted his teeth.

"Tell me your plan."

Fang Zheng hung up his personal terminal, looked at the computer screen in front of him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and showed a smile.

So far, everything is going well, and the next step is to see the results. If it succeeds, it will be the biggest gain for Founder.

What is a black organization?

A thing that hides in a dark corner and doesn't dare to be seen. The only way to survive is to assassinate a few politicians and the like and blow up a few buildings.

That's it?

Are you worthy of being an evil dark organization?

Now I will let you see who is the real dark organization. FBI? CIA? MI6? That’s it?

My goal is the entire United States!

Founder wants to see, after this plan is implemented, which one or the black organization is the real final BOSS in this world!

It's a pity that Conan is a Japanese after all, and his scope of activities is only in Japan, and he doesn't even go out to East Asia very much. Therefore, it is completely impossible for him to detect and sabotage his plan this time.

The only problem next is...a matter of time.

For Founder, this is a problem.

But for Zarhad, this is not a problem.

In other words, everything went smoothly.

That person prepared everything for them, a new passport, a new identity, the best weapons, everything, including activity funds, roadmaps and plans.

And the thought of that plan made Zarhard extremely excited.

In fact, even when he set foot on the soil of the United States, Zarhad could not even believe that all of this was true. He had originally worried that it was all a trap, but the fact was that everyone

I entered the country safely and the customs did not notice anything unusual at all.

However, standing in the bustling terminal hall and looking at the crowd in front of him, Zarhad couldn't help but feel lost. This reminded him of the shabby airport in his hometown. In comparison, this place simply seemed like...

Another world. At this moment, Zarhad suddenly felt a small impact. He lowered his head and saw a little blond girl rubbing her nose and looking at him sheepishly.

"sorry sir."

"It doesn't matter."

Looking at the little girl in front of him, Zarhad showed a smile. Watching the girl running away happily, holding her mother's hand and walking out of the terminal hall, Zarhad smiled slightly.

This girl reminded him of his own daughter, who was so cute, so innocent, and so beautiful. However, she was killed by an American bomb in the hospital, leaving no trace of her body.

Thinking of this, a cold look flashed across Zarhad's face.

That man was right, this was not a war, and now, he wanted to make it a war. A real, reciprocal war!

Only when they suffer the same pain as themselves, is it called war!

"Jingle Bell."

The phone rang, Zarhad picked up the phone, and soon, the soft voice appeared again.

"Hello, Mr. Zarhad."

"Hello, is there anything else you can do? Mr. Peacemaker?"

"Nothing, I just want you to take a good look at this city."

"?"

"Look, New York. What a beautiful city, isn't it? Mr. Zarhad, you once had the opportunity to build a city as beautiful as it. It's a pity that you can't, but at least you can pull this vampire away.

Lower its altar and let it burn to ashes under the rays of the sun."

"...that's exactly what we want to do!"
To be continued...