Not long after Zhang Yang left, Itō Chūji arrived at the courtyard.
He wore almost the same ninja outfit as Itō Tōji, complete with a ninja blade on his back. The livestream audience instantly guessed his identity.
[Someone from the Itō clan just showed up! I knew they wouldn't sit this one out!]
[Oh shit! This time, Kaitō Kid won't just have to deal with Nakajima Misaki's defenses—he's also got to face the full wrath of the Itō clan!]
[Sending a warning letter to the Imperial Palace right now is like walking right into the Itō clan's trap!]
[Hahaha, didn't the Itō clan just publicly criticize the Eagle Nation's FBI for their sloppy handling? Now it's enemy meets enemy—perfect timing!]
[Even if they're powerful, the Itō clan won't dare touch the FBI. Their only target for revenge is Kaitō Kid!]
The Island Nation could only act as a sidekick to the Eagle Nation. No matter how angry the Itō clan was, they couldn't really retaliate against the FBI—at most, they could vent online or make a fuss.
So all that pent-up fury could only be directed at Kaitō Kid.
"Clan Leader Itō!"
Nakajima Misaki greeted him respectfully.
Itō Chūji gave a small nod in response.
"Director Nakajima, our ninja have already been stationed at their assigned positions."
The news agency saw Itō Chūji arrive and immediately rushed over, microphone in hand.
"Clan Leader Itō, is the Itō clan participating in the mission to capture Kaitō Kid this time?"
Itō Chūji glanced at the camera, his gaze firm as he replied, "Of course. My son, Itō Tōji, was injured by a bullet—all because of Kaitō Kid."
"And Kaitō Kid's decision to send a warning letter to the Imperial Palace is a direct provocation against the Island Nation. The Itō clan won't stand idly by. We will do everything in our power to catch him!"
But the look in his eyes made it clear—his personal vendetta far outweighed any concern for national pride.
The reporters from the news agency understood perfectly, and none of them asked about Itō Tōji's current condition.
[What a self-righteous response!]
[God, he's just here for revenge on behalf of Itō Tōji!]
[Yōshi! With our Itō clan's elite on the scene, Kaitō Kid's about to get wrecked!]
[There's a saying in Dragon Nation: a wise man submits to the times. Hope Kaitō Kid knows when to back down and surrender early!]
[Hahaha, and there's another saying—"the higher you climb, the harder you fall." Arrogant armies always lose!]
As Zhang Yang scouted the Imperial Palace, he quickly noticed the surveillance system was terrifyingly thorough.
Even though the palace had a lot of greenery and foliage, which helped with cover, the surveillance coverage was nearly total.
No matter how many trees or shrubs there were, once discovered, there was almost no chance of escape.
"These cameras really are a problem. First thing I need to do is knock out their power."
Otherwise, his every move could be tracked and exposed at any moment.
"Assistant, I need the full electrical blueprint for the Imperial Palace. I need to know how to black it out."
[Ding!]
[The Imperial Palace uses a three-source power system. Under normal conditions, it runs on the main supply. There are two backup systems—one standard backup circuit and one emergency power supply.]
[There are two main lines feeding power into the palace. If both are cut, the entire power system will go down!]
Zhang Yang put on Kaitō Kid's Monocle, and the circuit map of the Imperial Palace appeared clearly before his eyes.
The two primary power lines mentioned by the Know-It-All Assistant were marked in deep red.
"My identity hasn't been exposed yet. First, I need to knock out their surveillance."
As for the monitoring system, the assistant had already prepared an answer.
[Ding!]
[The Imperial Palace's surveillance system has been specially upgraded. It cannot be disabled all at once. It uses both wired and wireless dual transmission, and it has an independent power supply.]
Through the monocle, Zhang Yang looked over the surveillance schematics.
Sure enough, unlike simply cutting off power, he couldn't directly sever the surveillance feed's source.
But Zhang Yang had long anticipated that the surveillance system here would be a major problem, so he had already come prepared.
"If I can black out their screens and override them with a normal feed, would that work?"
Straight out of a movie—reality inspired by fiction.
[Ding!]
[Theoretically possible. Estimated success rate: eighty-five percent.]
Such a simple question, and the assistant still charged him one thousand points.
But Zhang Yang already knew—this question was never really meant to be answered.
"I need to inject the virus program I wrote into a terminal that connects to the surveillance network."
Zhang Yang began checking the surveillance setups all around the palace. The assistant had just confirmed—these systems use both wired and wireless transmission.
If the signal was wired, he could definitely upload the virus into their network.
So in the following sweep, Zhang Yang deliberately searched for any blind spots in the coverage.
The architecture of the Imperial Palace wasn't overly complex.
This place was more like a tranquil retreat nestled in the mountains—plain and quiet.
That meant there had to be at least one corner where the cameras didn't reach.
Not long after walking around, Zhang Yang found exactly the blind spot he'd hoped for.
But there were patrolling agents and guards nearby. If he wanted to act, he'd have to lure them away first.
This area had just one checkpoint, with a total of three men stationed.
The three patrolling agents were merely passing by. As they approached the post, Zhang Yang took note of the names on their badges.
He stepped in front of them and raised his camera.
"Hello there. I'm a reporter from Global Weekly, working on a special report."
"The way you were standing guard just now was really striking—perfect for our theme. Mind if I take a photo of you?"
The three guards were thrilled and happily agreed.
Just as they looked down to straighten their uniforms, a voice crackled from Zhang Yang's throat like a radio transmission.
"Kimura, Karasawa, movement spotted at eleven o'clock. Go check it out!"
The two guards' faces instantly turned serious. They grabbed their radios and replied, "Copy that!"
Then they took off toward the grove at eleven o'clock without hesitation.
Using his Perfect Voice Level 1 skill, Zhang Yang could mimic any voice—even internal comms.
Without missing a beat, Zhang Yang stepped calmly beneath the surveillance camera, placed one foot on the flowerbed, unplugged the signal cable, and connected it to the virus USB stick he had prepared.
In just ten seconds, the progress bar completed.
This virus would disable the monitoring system by looping a one-minute feed from the existing camera footage over the live feed.
And every thirty minutes, it would update to a new one-minute loop to avoid suspicion.
The instant Zhang Yang unplugged the signal cable, an alert went off inside the surveillance control room.
Beep beep—
The guard on duty immediately checked the system logs.
"Nani? Wired transmission interrupted? What the hell?"
"Camera 73 just switched to wireless mode!"
But before he could fully process the alert, the virus had already infiltrated the system, and Zhang Yang had reconnected the signal cable.
Everything looked normal again.
"Baka… We just upgraded these surveillance lines, and they're already glitching?"