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

Chapter 344 Rum's Contact (2 Updates)
"Who should we give it to?"

As dusk fell, Amuro Tooru leaned against the car, clutching a USB drive tightly in his left hand, looking extremely distressed.

He took out his phone, his thumb hovering over two contacts—Kuroda Hyōe and the former prime minister's private numbers.

He frowned, finding it very difficult to make up his mind.

"The drug APTX4869, which the organization is researching, can reverse aging." Amuro Tooru's eyes sharpened as he recalled the information he had seen on the factory computer.

He knew all too well the desire for immortality among the powerful and wealthy, especially those aging politicians.

Although he believed in the former prime minister's character, he understood human nature even better!

After making the decision, Amuro Tooru dialed Kuroda Hyōe's encrypted line.

“It’s me,” he said in a low voice. “I have a gift for you.”

Two hours later, in a secret meeting room at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Kuroda Hyōe stared at the information on the projection screen, his brow furrowed.

In the video, researchers in white lab coats are injecting a test subject with a blue liquid. A few minutes later, the test subject shows signs of rejuvenation!
"This is impossible!" Kuroda Hyōe's voice unusually wavered, and his single eye widened in disbelief!
“I also think it’s impossible, but… the facts are right in front of us.” Amuro Tooru leaned against the wall, understanding Kuroda Hyoue’s feelings at that moment.

After all, that was his first reaction as well. He said, "From the data I copied back, the organization has conducted at least five human trials, with a success rate of 10%, but the surviving test subjects all show obvious signs of rejuvenation."

Kuroda Hyōe turned off the video and switched to another document: "Where's the list of donors?"

"The encryption level is too high; I only got a portion." Amuro Tooru handed over a USB drive. "But it's enough to warrant attention."

Just then, there was a knock on the conference room door. Kuroda Hyōe went to open it, and his assistant quickly said, "Sir, someone from the American embassy has arrived."

"Okay, I understand." After Kuroda Bei said that, he closed the door and exchanged a glance with Amuro Tooru.

"It seems the FBI has also received the news." Amuro Tooru knew that Shuichi Akai had leaked the information, but he pretended not to know.

Kuroda Hyoue stood up and straightened his suit: "It seems our 'friend' can't hold back any longer. Toru, you leave through the back door first, and keep in touch."

After leaving the meeting room, he soon met with people from the embassy.

Both sides knew that time was of the essence, so they did not probe each other.

Once the information was exchanged and both parties were certain that they knew the intelligence, they immediately reached a cooperation agreement.

As for the CIA... they tacitly chose to ignore them.

Why didn't they receive the intelligence?

Then you don't deserve to sit at the table to eat!

After reaching an agreement, the two sides quickly began to cooperate!
After Kuroda Hyōe contacted James, the two sides finalized the battle plan in thirty minutes.

Night falls on a factory on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Wearing night vision goggles, Amuro Tooru lurked at a high vantage point 300 meters from the target building.

The voice of FBI Agent Carmel came through the headset: "Team B, in position. Six black vans confirmed to be loading cargo in the target area."

"Squad A, in position. At least fifteen armed men spotted." This was Shuichi Akai's calm voice.

Amuro adjusted the focus of his sniper scope and saw Tequila, a burly man, directing the moving of heavy equipment at the factory's back gate. He pressed the communication button: "Target confirmed, Tequila. Immediate action recommended."

"Action!" Kuroda Hyōe's order came through the encrypted channel.

In an instant, more than a dozen unmarked black SUVs rushed toward the factory from all directions.

Amuro Tooru pulled the trigger, accurately killing the sniper on the tower.

"Sniper position cleared," he calmly reported, while quickly changing positions.

Gunfire erupted within the factory. Tequila roared, directing the counterattack: "Damn it! Destroy all data! Destroy the drugs first!"

However, the unexpected attack by Tequila was too late, even though she ordered the destruction of the data and medicine on the spot.

Police and the FBI have stormed in and are quickly eliminating any resistance.

They extinguished the fire in time and captured Agave.

At the temporary command center after the operation, Hyoue Kuroda and James from the FBI are receiving a briefing.

"We seized 80% of the experimental equipment and drug samples," Kazami Yuya reported, which delighted both commanders.

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Rum's glass creaked as he gripped it, the amber whiskey swirling violently against the glass.

On the projection screen, the last footage transmitted from the factory surveillance cameras was frozen on the moment FBI agents stormed into the laboratory.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" He slammed his glass against the wall, sending shards of glass flying everywhere.

"You can't even handle this simple matter?! Don't you even know how to destroy a bomb?"

Rum was so angry he had a headache. He couldn't understand how something as stupid as Tequila could become a formal member.

Rum's mechanical fingers tapped rhythmically on the solid wood table, each tap as heavy as a death knell.

Suddenly, he grabbed the satellite phone and dialed a number, but abruptly hung up before the call connected.

"No. Those Self-Defense Force guys must be under the FBI's watchlist too!!" he muttered to himself, getting up and pacing back and forth in the room.

The blue light of a police car flashing past the window reflected on his ever-changing face.

"Deploy helicopters?" The thought had barely crossed his mind when Rum immediately dismissed it: "Since the Public Security Bureau and the FBI have both been mobilized, then all of Tokyo's air defense radars are watching!"

Rum is eager to retaliate, but facing a regular army, although he has manpower, he is short of weapons, with only pistols and submachine guns. How can he be a match for the public security police and the FBI?
With just a few armored vehicles driving in front, they could only watch helplessly.

If we were to transfer weapons from elsewhere, it wouldn't be fast enough.

Rum wanted to either retrieve the lab's contents or destroy them completely before they could transport them back to the police department.

Thinking of this, a person immediately came to mind—the notorious bandit Azu!
Rum’s mechanical fingers unconsciously scratched deep marks on the table.

The best solution now is to obtain a batch of powerful weapons from the notorious bandit Azu, so that we can destroy the experimental equipment and reagents.

Although that guy once wanted to kill him, he now has no better choice.

Although Rum was very unhappy, he could still tell what was more important.

Without further hesitation, he immediately sent a text message to Shirley's old email address.

"Hopefully she's still keeping an eye on this email address." Rum wasn't sure if he could contact the ruthless bandit.

Just in case, he also made two plans: to activate his organization's undercover agent, Curaçao, who had infiltrated the police force in advance.

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In the laboratory.

While Shiho Miyano was diligently conducting her experiment, she suddenly heard a special notification sound from her computer.

That was a notification she had deliberately set up in her old email address—to check if the organization was sending out mass messages again.

She stopped her experiment and rushed over to take a look. She was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Rum was actually looking for the ruthless bandit Azu!
After a moment's thought, Shiho Miyano finally called Ei Shiraishi and asked him to decide whether or not to contact Rum.

(End of this chapter)