There were still plenty of visitors at the amusement park when Zhang Yang drove straight in, causing a burst of chaos as people screamed and scattered.
Since there were civilians around, Zhang Yang didn't want anyone to get hurt. The moment he crashed through the gates, he abandoned the car and disappeared into the crowd.
Half a minute later, Bruce was the first to arrive, followed closely by a convoy of flashing police cars.
He glanced at the smoking vehicle and immediately started scanning the surroundings.
Near a carousel, Bruce spotted a familiar silhouette.
"Call in backup right now. Seal off the amusement park and evacuate all the guests!"
He pulled out his pistol and loaded it, then sprinted toward Zhang Yang's figure.
As for the safety of the civilians, he left that to the Enforcement Bureau.
Bruce weaved through the crowd, searching for Kaitō Kid amidst the kaleidoscope of rides and flashing lights.
"Shit! What the hell is he doing here?"
"Kaitō Kid! Stop right there!"
Hearing the shout behind him, Zhang Yang stopped and slowly turned around.
Bruce caught up quickly. Over the park's PA system, the staff began announcing:
"Dear guests, due to unforeseen circumstances, the park will be closing temporarily. Please exit in an orderly fashion."
But the surrounding tourists all had their phones out, recording videos. No one paid attention to the announcement.
Zhang Yang looked up at the speaker, then flicked a playing card. It sliced through the power cable of the speaker with pinpoint accuracy.
Then he raised both hands, revealing a fan of cards between his fingers.
"Director Bruce, let me show you a magic trick!"
With a flick of his wrist, two fans of cards spiraled through the air, tracing beautiful arcs as they flew toward Bruce.
Bruce already knew how dangerous those cards could be.
Just as he raised his gun to fire, the cards twisted midair, circling around him instead.
Then Zhang Yang snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the cards transformed into fluttering red petals, swirling around and falling gently to the ground.
A shower of crimson blossoms completely engulfed Bruce as deafening applause erupted from the crowd nearby.
By the time the petals settled and cleared, Kaitō Kid was gone.
"Fuck!"
Cold sweat ran down Bruce's back. He cursed under his breath.
For a second, he'd thought he was going to die—only to end up humiliated in front of everyone, the perfect setup for a social death.
Out of Bruce's line of sight, Zhang Yang quickly stripped off his outfit and changed into an identical black trench coat, the same one Bruce wore.
He then disguised himself as Bruce and avoided Bruce's direction, circling back toward the entrance where he'd crashed the car.
More and more police cars were arriving by then, including several from FBI headquarters. A large number of personnel were pouring into the area.
"Kaitō Kid has disguised himself as me! Everyone, sweep the park! The moment you spot him—take him down!"
"Remember, I want him alive!"
The Enforcement Bureau officers and FBI field agents had never taken part in such a high-profile operation. Their blood was pumping—they were all desperate to make a name for themselves.
As waves of agents fanned out through the park, one squad suddenly spotted Bruce himself.
"Bang…"
One of the agents fired a warning shot into the air, aiming his weapon directly at Bruce.
"Kaitō Kid! You're under arrest! Hands on your head, down on the ground!"
Bruce blinked in confusion, glancing around.
More and more agents poured in, guns drawn and pointed straight at him.
Furious, Bruce exploded.
"Shit! You bunch of idiots!"
"Where's Kaitō Kid?!"
Bruce had just yelled that when one of the agents squeezed the trigger—firing a shot right at his toes.
"Director Bruce already informed us—you're Kaitō Kid in disguise! Hands on your head! You're not getting away!"
Hearing that, Bruce instantly understood what had happened.
His entire body trembled with rage. Nearly twenty agents and law enforcers surrounded him, a dark forest of muzzles pointed straight at his chest.
"Fuck!"
"The guy you saw earlier—he's the one disguised as me! He's Kaitō Kid!"
But Bruce didn't dare move. One wrong twitch and someone might shoot. He couldn't risk it.
"Where is that Bruce now?!"
"That's the real impostor! Here—this is my badge!"
Bruce pulled his ID from the pocket of his trench coat and opened it to show them.
There were still a bunch of tourists standing nearby filming everything. Bruce knew he'd be all over the news again tomorrow.
The crowd was whispering among themselves.
[What's going on? Is this the fake Bruce? Is Kaitō Kid using a disguise again?]
[Oh my god, what the hell? Why would a master thief show up at an amusement park?]
[Didn't Kaitō Kid say he was targeting the White House?]
[Oh shit! They're trying to catch him here? I picked the right day to visit!]
Just as the standoff reached a boiling point, agents from the White House arrived at the amusement park. A voice came through Bruce's earpiece.
"Director Bruce, we're at the park. What are your orders?"
Bruce felt like a drowning man clutching at a life raft. Finally! His people had arrived—proof of his real identity.
"Get over to the roller coaster! I'm surrounded by my own goddamn people!"
He said the words through gritted teeth.
Half a minute later, his team rushed over, confused and wide-eyed.
To make it worse, one of the local FBI agents pointed at Bruce and said, "That's the fake one—Kaitō Kid in disguise!"
"Shit! Idiots!"
"You think Kaitō Kid can break into our encrypted comms?!"
Bruce couldn't hold back anymore and snapped.
Thanks to the earpiece transmission, he finally proved his identity—what a goddamn joke.
[Oh my god! Looks like Bruce got played again!]
[So this is the real Bruce? Then where the hell is Kaitō Kid?!]
[This is insane—a fake Bruce convinced everyone to arrest the real one!]
[What even happened at the White House? Was it all this wild?!]
The crowd buzzed louder than ever, making Bruce want to crawl into a hole. At the agents' explanation, Bruce ordered his people back to their original positions.
By now, Zhang Yang had already sped off in a stolen police car. There was no way he'd still be hanging around.
"Fuck! You bunch of morons!"
"You just believed whatever he said? You even fired at me?!"
"Who was it? Who fired that shot?!"
None of the agents dared respond.
Bruce turned to the White House agents who had arrived and asked where Harrison had gone.
They all shook their heads.
Bruce felt like his skull might split open.
One mistake. Then another. And another.
He returned to the White House with his team and began searching for Harrison—because all of this chaos had started when Harrison walked out of the presidential building.
When Bruce finally spotted Harrison lying unconscious in the second-floor corridor, he took a long, deep breath.
The mask was off Harrison's face now, and Bruce instantly pieced everything together.