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

Chapter 349 One must eat one bite at a time (1st update)
Vodka drove his black Porsche 356A slowly into the manor gate, the tires making a soft sound as they rolled over the gravel road.

He took off his sunglasses, and his gloomy face appeared particularly somber in the dimly lit car.

The manor guards nodded respectfully to him, but he rudely pushed them away.

"Where's Rum?" he asked in a low voice, his thick fingers unconsciously clenching into a fist.

"Please follow me." The guard could tell that the other person was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to say anything unnecessary and quickly led him through the winding corridors, finally stopping in front of an inconspicuous oak door.

Vodka pushed open the door and entered. The dimly lit room was illuminated only by a table lamp, and Rum's silhouette was faintly visible in the light.

"Boss Rum!" Vodka strode forward, his voice trembling with suppressed anxiety. "When do we move to rescue our boss?"

Rum slowly swirled the whiskey glass in his hand, the ice clinking crisply. "Sit down, vodka." His voice was hoarse and steady. "Gin is safe now."

"Safe?" Vodka slammed his fist on the table, making his glass rattle. "He's been arrested. How can he be safe? It's a secret police base!"

Rum glanced speechlessly at the hot-tempered Vodka and reminded him, "Calm down... the police and the FBI need the information in his head; they won't do anything to him."

He took a sip of his drink and added, "At most, I'll suffer some physical pain."

Vodka's face grew even paler: "But—"

“You think Gin cares about this little bit of pain?” Rum interrupted him, reminding him, “I’ve known him for so many years, this is nothing to him!”

Vodka's clenched fist trembled slightly; he was somewhat dissatisfied with the other party's answer, but dared not lash out.

He opened his mouth, but only managed to squeeze out, "Then why don't we go save them now?"

“Now?” Rum sneered, clinking his glass as he set it down. Speechless at the brainless hulking man, he said, “The army has taken full control of that area. You want our men to engage the army in direct combat?”

Vodka was taken aback when he heard this, and only then did he realize it, and the anger in his eyes subsided slightly.

"Whether we win or lose is another matter," Rum continued, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "Once we completely break ties with the military, how will we operate in Tokyo?"

A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the ticking of the old clock.

Vodka's shoulders slumped slowly, and he let out a heavy breath, finally realizing what was going on.

He quickly asked, "Well, Boss Rum, you must have a plan, right?"

After seeing that Vodka had finally calmed down, Rum said slowly, "Vermouth has already infiltrated their ranks."

Worried that Vodka might not hear him, he elaborated: "As long as the intelligence arrives, we can act at any time!"

Vodka was finally relieved to hear this.

Although he didn't particularly like Vermouth, he still highly regarded her abilities.

His tense expression finally relaxed a little.

"Tell me about the operation," Rum suddenly changed the subject. "Was there anything unexpected?"

Vodka thought carefully, then shook his head: "Apart from my brother being arrested, everything else went smoothly. Eighty percent of the equipment was destroyed, 17 FBI agents died, and at least 13 were on the police side."

Rum nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. Go back and wait for orders. We'll let you know if there's any news."

Vodka left respectfully.

Rum, however, looked doubtful.

He was prepared to be stabbed in the back by that ruthless bandit.

Gin's arrest was most likely the work of that ruthless thug.

But the fact that it was Shuichi Akai who arrested him made it impossible for Rum to draw a conclusion.

Because Shuichi Akai has that ability.

If the other party waits for them to come to them, not only will Gin be defeated, but they might also fall into the other party's hands.

"Forget it, the situation isn't good right now, let's not provoke that madman for the time being." Rum didn't intend to have any further conflict with that thug.

There's already a lot of trouble on our side, so there's really no need to make another enemy.

Moreover, we might need the other side to continue providing us with some powerful weapons later on.

With that in mind, he took out an encrypted phone and began issuing instructions to withdraw the arrest warrants for the Miyano sisters.

Of course, the arrest warrant has been lifted, but if their whereabouts are discovered, they'll still need to be monitored. After all, Sherry knows too much about APTX4869.

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"Is this old man so insecure?"

Taking advantage of the cover of night, Shiraishi E bypassed the security measures around the manor and quietly sneaked into the vicinity.

However, not to mention the large number of surveillance cameras here, there are electrified iron meshes one after another.

This greatly slowed down his infiltration speed.

Most importantly, he dared not make too much noise, for fear of arousing Rum's suspicion and causing him to slip away, which would be a real headache for him.

After stopping her infiltration, Shiraishi E ultimately chose to return the way she came.

His sixth sense told him that even if he managed to sneak into the manor with great difficulty, the security inside would not be relaxed.

That's Rum's territory; who knows what other tricks they have up their sleeves.

Rather than risk killing the other party inside the manor, it's better to wait until they leave the manor and then blow them and their car into the air.

With this in mind, Shiraishi E abandoned her adventurous idea and retreated for the time being.

Eat your food one bite at a time, walk your path one step at a time, there's no rush.

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Inside the factory, they were forced to rest on the spot due to an attack by the black-clad organization.

Vermouth has already assumed her role as a police officer and is quietly organizing the documents in her hands.

Her light brown short hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, and the police badge on her uniform gleamed coldly under the light.

"Officer Hayakawa, could you help me check this list of evidence?" A young FBI agent hurried over, carrying a tablet computer.

Vermouth looked up, offering a gentle and professional smile: "Of course."

Her fingertips slid lightly across the tablet, but her gaze went beyond the screen, locking onto the heavily guarded transport vehicle not far away.

"The FBI has deployed all their personnel to the interrogation rooms," she thought with a cold laugh. "They're focusing all their attention on Gin, which makes my operation easier."

Raindrops pattered against the makeshift tent, and Vermouth, using the sound of the rain as cover, quietly approached the transport vehicle.

Her movements were elegant and precise, each step taken in the shadows of a blind spot in the surveillance cameras.

"Hey! Don't go near that!" A rough voice suddenly came from behind.

Vermouth turned around, her face immediately adopting an apologetic expression: "Sorry, I'm here to collect a sample for testing."

She shook the file folder in her hand. "It was signed by Commander James."

The guard looked her over suspiciously, but finally waved his hand: "Hurry up."

Three minutes later, when Vermouth left, four miniature C4 bombs had been cleverly hidden under the chassis of the transport vehicle.

She pressed the remote control disguised as a lipstick and gracefully walked to a safe distance.

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion ripped through the night sky, and the transport vehicle was instantly engulfed by the fireball.

The shockwave overturned nearby tents and sent three FBI agents flying.

"Explosion! Attack!" Alarms blared and screams filled the air.

Vermouth's gaze was fixed on a female agent who had been hit by shrapnel. She was clutching her bleeding arm in pain and trying to crawl away from the fire.

"Hang in there!" Vermouth rushed over, her voice full of concern.

"I'll take you to the infirmary." She scooped up the female detective and quickly left the scene amidst the chaos.

Her goal is clear: to disguise herself as the FBI agent and infiltrate the FBI to prepare for the operation to rescue Gin.

(End of this chapter)