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

Chapter 366 Amuro and Akai's Plans (2 Updates)
Neon lights reflected a hazy glow in the wine glasses, and Amuro Tooru's slender fingers tapped lightly on the bar.

The amber liquid of whiskey swirls in the glass, and the ice cubes clink together with a crisp sound.

"Another one, please." He pushed the empty glass toward the bartender, his voice a few decibels lower than usual.

The bartender glanced at the customer who hadn't said a word since entering, and wisely refrained from saying anything, simply pouring drinks in silence.

Blues jazz flowed gently through the bar, but it couldn't mask the restlessness in Amuro Tooru's heart.

By the time he finished his fifth glass of wine, his fingertips began to feel slightly numb.

The alcohol flowed through my veins, but it couldn't extinguish the burning rage in my chest.

The images from the interrogation room during the day kept flashing through my mind—Gin's mocking gaze, the FBI's fawning faces, and Kuroda's helpless expression.
"Tsk." He slammed down his glass, the glass clanging against the marble countertop with a jarring sound.

Several customers around cast surprised glances, but quickly looked away. After all, how many people who come to a bar to drink alone don't have something on their mind?
Stay alert—the agent's instincts sharply reminded him.

Amuro Tooru took a deep breath and pushed away the half-full glass of wine.

A slightly tipsy state is just right—it blurs the boundaries of reason while retaining enough judgment.

He had already realized the problem.

If you want to destroy the Black Organization, you can't just target them directly. Even if you gather a lot of clues and evidence, there will always be people on your side who will block you from investigating further!

Amuro Tooru sighed, realizing that the situation was far more complex than a small-time agent like himself could handle.

The sentence above is enough to stop me from investigating.

They could even make him abandon his undercover mission and transfer him to watch over the fishpond.

Amuro clearly understands that he has no way to change the current situation on his own!

The neon lights cast ever-changing shadows in his pupils.

A dangerous thought suddenly popped into my head:
Perhaps we should cooperate with that ruthless bandit, Ah Zu?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and his fingers clenched involuntarily.

That terrorist whom even Rum feared, that madman who dared to bomb the Tokyo Tower.
If it were him, he wouldn't need to pay any attention to those so-called orders and tasks, right?

Amuro Tooru was startled when the idea popped into his head, and he quickly stopped himself from doing so!
However, the idea wouldn't leave my mind.

Not only that, he felt that the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed!
He does what the Japanese police dare not do, he investigates what the Japanese police dare not investigate, and he tries those who the Japanese police dare not try!

Only by disregarding those convoluted laws and so-called rules can we dismantle the black-clad organization!
The aftertaste of the whiskey lingered bitterly on his tongue. Amuro Tooru stared at the swirling ice cubes in his glass, as if he could see that chaotic yet effective possibility.

But doing that would definitely violate Japan's Public Safety Ordinance.

After all, he was cooperating with a terrorist!
But...aren't those guys also cooperating with the Black Organization? Giving them money and supplies like crazy!

With this in mind, Amuro Tooru silently made a bold decision!

This country is his beloved!

I'd do anything for the one I love!

Thinking of this, Amuro Tooru raised his hand to let the bartender settle the bill.

"Sir, here's your bill." The bartender handed over the receipt at the opportune moment.

Amuro Tooru pulled out a few banknotes, slapped them on the table, and got up to leave.

The moment I pushed open the bar door, a night breeze rushed in, dispelling some of the effects of the alcohol.

The night breeze lifted his golden bangs, revealing his eyes burning with determination.

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In the bathroom of a high-end hotel, Shuichi Akai sat on the toilet, the cigarette between his fingers sending wisps of smoke rising into the small space.

Outside the door, Mary's persistent footsteps echoed back and forth, the soles of her shoes making a crisp sound as they tapped on the marble floor.

“I’m telling you, Shuichi,” Mary’s voice came through the door, tinged with obvious impatience, “Are you really not considering cooperating with MI6?”

Shuichi Akai took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled: "I've said it before, there are organized individuals within MI6 as well, and I'm not comfortable with that."

“I cannot deny that,” Mary said, her footsteps stopping at the door. “But I will send someone I trust to work with you.”

Shuichi Akai still refused, saying, "You might trust them now, but you might not be able to trust them later!" Mary emphasized, "The people I chose are all old subordinates who have been with me for over ten years!"

“Those old guys from over a decade ago,” Shuichi Akai flicked his cigarette ash, his voice laced with sarcasm, “that’s why I don’t want to cooperate with you! How many people do you think could resist the temptation of living another decade or so?”

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

Shuichi Akai could almost picture the angry expression on his mother's youthful face—even though she looked like a middle school student now, she looked exactly the same when she was angry as she did twenty years ago.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Mary's voice suddenly lowered. "Rely on those useless FBI agents alone?"

“Of course not.” Shuichi Akai stubbed out his cigarette, his brow furrowed. “I have a more radical option.”

"who?"

“A madman.” Shuichi Akai’s lips curled into a cold smile: “A madman that even the organization dares not easily provoke.”

The sudden sound of the doorknob turning made him freeze.

"Mom!" He jumped up, not even bothering to pull up his pants, and said irritably, "I'm in the bathroom! Can't you wait until I'm done?"

“What does it have to do with anything?” Mary’s voice was self-righteous. “Weren’t you standing outside the toilet when you were three years old, insisting on talking to me?”

"That was when I was a child!" Shuichi Akai's temples bulged with veins as he struggled to control his emotions. "I'm a grown man now!"

A disdainful "tsk" came from outside the door.

“In my eyes, you’ll always be that little brat who got curry on his shirt.” Mary’s high heels rang out again: “Get this over with quickly. I need to hear the full plan in five minutes.”

Shuichi Akai sighed heavily and sat back down on the toilet.

He took out his cigarette case and continued smoking.

After this interrogation of Gin, he has clearly seen the FBI's attitude.

They also know what role the FBI plays in this.

I bet they've been hooking up for a while now.

Thinking about it carefully, that makes sense.

When it comes to matters of lifespan, how many people in this world can remain unmoved?

Just as Shuichi Akai was pondering how to cooperate with the ruthless bandit, Mary began pacing outside the door again, her footsteps urging him on like a countdown.

"Shuichi, you didn't fall asleep in there, did you?"

Shuichi Akai reluctantly stubbed out his cigarette, threw it into the toilet, and turned on the tap.

The sound of flowing water masked his low grumble: "More troublesome than dealing with the organization."

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As soon as she stepped out of the school gate, Shiraishi E's phone vibrated.

The name "Conan Edogawa" kept flashing on the screen.

"Hello?" Shiraishi E slowed her pace after answering the phone, walking behind Ran and Sonoko.

Conan's voice on the other end of the phone was very low, but he couldn't hide his excitement: "Shiraishi, can you come to the Kudo residence right away? My parents are here too."

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to Xiaolan and Yuanzi: "Sorry, something urgent has come up."

"Okay, go ahead and do your work!" Ranko generously let Shiraishi E go. They were currently discussing a plan to make Kogoro Mouri jealous.

After saying goodbye to the two, Shiraishi E headed to the Kudo residence.

After walking for twenty minutes, he pressed the doorbell and the door opened immediately—Conan had obviously been waiting in the entryway the whole time.

"Come in," Conan waved, looking quite excited!
As she entered the living room, Shiraishi E paused slightly.

Yusaku Kudo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette against the backlight tall and solemn.

Yukiko sat on the sofa, her makeup exquisite, her long chestnut hair casually tied back, and her expression somewhat unhappy.

(End of this chapter)