I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 335 Mutual Distrust (1st Update)
Inside the dimly lit maintenance room, the damp air was filled with the smell of machine oil and metal.

The three ultimately chose to charge their drone here.

Normally, unless a malfunction occurs, no one will come to the maintenance room.

Even if someone comes to the maintenance room and sees the six drones, they simply assume they're factory stuff and don't think much of it.
Three figures surrounded a yellowed workbench, the only light source being the dim beam from the miniature flashlight in Amuro Tooru's hand.

He somehow obtained a map of the factory's interior and said softly, "The factory is too big, and there are signal jammers installed inside, so there's no way to communicate by cell phone or walkie-talkie."

"We can only contact each other via landline."

He paused here to observe their reactions.

Shuichi Akai leaned against the rusty tool cabinet, his dark green eyes gleaming in the shadows, and said in a low voice, "In that case, let's split up!"

He bluntly expressed his opinion: "If there's no way to contact each other, then let's not contact each other. Let's fight our own battles and break through our own difficulties."

"How about it?"

“Okay!” Shiraishi E had no objections at all and nodded in agreement.

Unlike these two, I haven't received professional special agent training and have extensive experience in infiltration and intelligence gathering.

Compared to these two, I'm just a greenhorn.

Rather than embarrassing yourself by walking with those two, you should follow your own ideas!
Whether the method is correct or not is not important, and whether it will be discovered is not a concern.

At worst, we can give up the undercover work and confront them head-on!
This is the immense confidence that Infinite Firepower brings him!

“Okay, let’s do it this way.” Amuro Tooru was also unwilling to act with the other two.

Especially Shuichi Akai; although he kept his promise and moved on from the Scottish affair, he was still unwilling to cooperate with them!
Seeing that neither of them had any problems, Hideaki Akai continued, "Based on the factory's situation, we can roughly divide them into three groups."

He circled three areas on the map with his index finger and said, "Production area, office and administration area, research and development and experimental area... Which one do you plan to choose?"

Without hesitation, Amuro Tooru pressed down on the office and administrative area, saying, "I choose this."

Managers have a better understanding of the factory's internal situation, so starting from this point allows for a clearer understanding of the internal workings, making it the most efficient approach.

Shuichi Akai's gaze shifted to E Shiraishi, who shrugged indifferently and said, "Whatever."

Seeing this, Shuichi Akai didn't stand on ceremony and chose the research and experimentation area.

There, he should have the most sought-after secrets—the organization's experimental data, and perhaps clues about APTX4869.

Shiraishi E nodded and readily said, "In that case, I'll take charge of the production area."

He opened the door and left, waving his hand: "Don't die."

The sound of the metal door opening and closing was particularly jarring in the silence.

The remaining two exchanged a glance and then looked away.

The two left the property maintenance room one after the other.

The repair room fell silent again, except for the indicator lights on the chargers, which were still flashing like six scarlet eyes.

Fifteen minutes later.

A slight rustling sound came from the shadows of the ventilation duct.

Amuro Tooru flipped back into the room as nimbly as a black cat, landing without even disturbing the dust.

He cautiously looked around, and after confirming that no one was around, he quickly walked towards the charging station.

One is a ruthless bandit who has committed countless evil deeds, and the other is the vicious and cruel Shuichi Akai.

He didn't trust either of them.

Moreover, this collaboration went too smoothly, abnormally so.

Amuro Tooru's career taught him that he must always have a backup plan and be prepared for the worst!

If I were to be tricked by these two people, I would die with regrets.

Amuro Tooru took his two devices and glanced at the other four drones. After hesitating for a while, he finally made no move and turned to leave.

As the door clicked shut again, the shadows behind the tool cabinet suddenly began to move.

Shuichi Akai appeared like a ghost, his clothes still covered in rust from the pipes!

"As expected..." He silently curled the corners of his mouth and smiled silently.

He knew that Amuro Tooru wouldn't trust him and that ruthless thug, and would definitely come back to retrieve the drone!

Because...the other person is the same kind of person as me.

They wouldn't reveal their escape route to others.

Ultimately, everyone is responsible for themselves!

It's fortunate that Amuro Tooru still had some conscience and only took his own drone; otherwise... he wouldn't have shown any mercy!
After taking his two drones, Shuichi Akai planned to find another place to charge them.

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"Tsk, those two... they really are cunning."

Shiraishi E squatted at the corner of the rusty metal staircase, the blue light from his phone screen reflecting his playful smile.

Through the live footage transmitted by the drone's camera, he could clearly see Amuro Tooru sneaking back, and then Akai Shuichi emerging from the shadows.

An FBI ace and a police elite couldn't build any trust between them.

The two of them have over eight hundred cunning schemes combined!

But then I thought, if these two people weren't so cunning, they probably wouldn't have lived to become members of the organization.

Rena Mizunashi was simply too careless to notice that a tracking device had been secretly implanted on her, which led to the sacrifice of her father, Ethan Hondou!

If you're not incredibly cunning, you shouldn't be an undercover agent. Otherwise, you'll not only get yourself killed, but you'll also harm others!

After a moment of reflection, he ignored the two men's actions and left the dormitory building, heading towards the production area through the blind spots of the surveillance cameras.

He heard hurried footsteps and the flickering beam of a flashlight from around the corner ahead. He immediately held his breath and pressed himself against the shadows.

Five fully armed patrolmen were scattered, checking various corners. The bearded man at the head was speaking into his communicator: "No abnormalities in Sector B, over."

Shiraishi squinted, noticing the bulging pistols at their waists and the mud stains on their tactical boots—these were not ordinary security guards, but professionally trained armed personnel.

He thought for a moment and decided to blend in with the patrol team.

So, Shiraishi E began to stalk them.

The opportunity came in the third minute.

The tall, thin man at the back of the group was a few steps behind because he was tying his shoelaces, and his flashlight beam veered off course.

Once Shiraishi E saw the opportunity, she quickly approached her opponent, her muscles tensed instantly, and she darted out silently like a cheetah.

"Ugh!" The tall, thin man felt a chill on the back of his neck. Before he could turn his head, he was struck in the carotid artery with a precise chop.

Shiraishi caught him before he fell, gently dragged him into the nearby bushes, and snapped his neck with a snap.

His movements were so fast they were almost blurry—he unholstered his gun, stripped off his uniform, and changed clothes all in one smooth motion, taking no more than 40 seconds.

After Shiraishi E left the bushes, she had already disguised herself as the man and rejoined the patrol team.

He imitated the way others swung their flashlights, his steps perfectly synchronized.

The other patrol personnel also failed to notice anything amiss; the prolonged calm had made them less vigilant.

Tonight's patrol was just a routine matter; they felt that nothing would happen tonight, just like usual.

After a hasty patrol, you can hide in the break room and slack off.

(End of this chapter)