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

Chapter 376 Why don't you press it? (2nd update)
At 5:50 a.m., near the sewage treatment plant, a rusty water tower stood in the morning mist.

Vermouth, in her high heels, climbed the narrow metal staircase step by step.

The iron steps gleamed coldly in the damp air. Her fingertips touched the railing, and the icy touch made her frown slightly.

"Honestly..." she complained softly, her red lips parting slightly as she said, "Why did we have to choose a place like this to meet?"

When she finally reached the top of the water tower, Shiraishi E was already standing there, her black trench coat swaying gently in the breeze, her bandit mask concealing her expression, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes.

“Because the view is unobstructed here.” He turned his head, a hint of pleasure in his voice, and said, “It’s perfect for taking action.”

Vermouth walked over to him and gazed into the distance.

The outline of the sewage treatment plant was faintly visible in the morning mist, at least a kilometer away from here!

She couldn't help but complain, "It's open, but the distance is too far! You can't even see people clearly, how are you going to make a move?"

Shiraishi E chuckled softly, her voice low and resolute: "Far away?"

He tilted his head slightly, and a smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth beneath the mask: "No, it's within my range!"

Vermouth's gaze fell on the rectangular metal box at his feet, her brow furrowing slightly: "Could this be another RPG?"

Shiraishi E did not answer, but squatted down, skillfully opened the box, and took out a brand-new rocket launcher. The warhead gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the morning light.

“You guessed right,” he said casually. “But unfortunately, there’s no prize.”

Vermouth sighed, unable to resist complaining, "Why is it another RPG? Can't you come up with something new?"

Shiraishi shrugged and said helplessly, "It's hard to bring in other new things."

As he spoke, he skillfully loaded the warheads, saying, "Tanks and planes are all disposable items that we bring in; it's such a waste."

Vermouth was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, being able to pull out an RPG in the city is already quite impressive; any more powerful weapon would seem superfluous, and besides, it wouldn't be easy to hide.

As she watched Shiraishi E inspect the bullet, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you planning to just fire like that? At this distance, you probably can't even aim at a wall, right?"

Shiraishi E did not answer immediately, but steadily set up the RPG and aimed it in the direction of the sewage treatment plant.

His movements were precise and calm, as if he were simply adjusting a sophisticated instrument.

"Let's warm up first." He put his finger on the trigger and said in a low voice, "And while you're at it, give the residents in the neighborhood a heads-up—run if there's nothing wrong."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly pulled the trigger.

call out....

boom--!
The rocket roared out, shattering the silence of the early morning, traversing a distance of one kilometer, and finally exploding with a bang outside the sewage treatment plant.

A massive fireball shot into the air, its shockwave shattering the windows of nearby buildings, and a piercing alarm instantly blared throughout the entire industrial zone.

Without pausing, Shiraishi E quickly loaded the second and third rounds...

Rockets flew toward the target one after another, the roar of explosions echoing in the air. The land around the sewage treatment plant was cratered and filled with smoke and dust.

Vermouth stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the scene with great interest.

She tilted her head slightly, a playful smile curving her red lips: "I didn't expect you to be so kind, but..."

She paused, then reminded him, "Have you considered this? What if the FBI takes the opportunity to escape with Gin through the secret passage?"

Shiraishi E chuckled softly and said without any hesitation, "I'd love for them to escape with Gin through the secret passage."

He reloaded the rocket and said calmly, "It's actually easier for me to take action now that it's out of that turtle shell."

Vermouth nodded knowingly: "That's right, they know you have an RPG, so they definitely won't dare to make any rash moves."

"It's safer to hide in the sewage treatment plant and wait for support than to risk breaking out."

Shiraishi E did not answer, but continued his bombardment.

Rockets were fired one after another, and the ground near the sewage treatment plant was blown beyond recognition.

The factory workers nearby had already been awakened by the explosion and rushed out of the factory in a panic, desperately trying to escape into the distance.

In less than ten minutes, the entire industrial area was deserted, with only the piercing alarm and the still-burning flames remaining.

In the morning mist, Shiraishi E finally stopped moving.

He slowly lowered the RPG, his gaze turning coldly towards the sewage treatment plant, and said in a low voice, "Now... that's the real show." "The real show?" Vermouth raised her meticulously groomed eyebrows, her red lips slightly parted, and asked, "What's the real show?"

Her words came to an abrupt halt as her gaze fell upon a black remote control that Shiraishi Ei pulled from the inside pocket of her trench coat, its metal casing gleaming coldly in the morning light.

He magically handed the remote control to Vermouth, teasingly saying, "Just watching from here must be pretty boring, right? Why don't you press the buttons?"

Vermouth took the device, which was slightly larger than a mobile phone, and her fingertips touched the cool metal buttons.

She examined the unmarked controller closely, her scarlet fingernails gently tracing the start button.

"What is this button?" she asked, looking up with a dangerous curiosity in her beautiful eyes.

Shiraishi E let out a low laugh, her eyes curving into two crescent moons beneath the mask, and said mysteriously, "You'll know once you press it."

Vermouth gave a soft hum and pressed the button without hesitation with her slender fingers.

"Go ahead and press, what's there to be afraid of?" she said nonchalantly, a provocative curve to her red lips.

however--

Nothing happened.

"Hmm? No response." Vermouth frowned in confusion, turning the remote control over and over to check it.

Seeing this, Shiraishi E couldn't help but laugh out loud: "There's a setting to prevent accidental touches, you have to press it twice in a row."

"Heh, quite sophisticated." Vermouth chuckled and picked up the remote control again.

This time, she pressed the button twice firmly with her index finger. With a click, she looked up at Shiraishi E: "And then?"

Shiraishi E didn't answer immediately. He slowly turned to face the sewage treatment plant, his hands in his trench coat pockets, his posture leisurely as if he were watching the sunrise, and said, "You'll see when you see it."

He said softly, "The answer will be revealed soon."

Just as Vermouth was about to ask further, suddenly—

"boom--!!!"

The deafening explosion shattered the tranquility of the early morning.

Vermouth looked up sharply and saw a blinding flash of fire tearing through the sky, crashing down on the sewage treatment plant with tremendous force.

After a thousandth of a second of silence, a massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the shockwave swept across the surroundings like an invisible giant hand.

"This...this is!" Vermouth's purplish-gray pupils contracted violently; she had never seen such a terrifying explosion.

The powerful blast of air threw her backward, causing her high heels to slip on the metal platform.

Just as she was about to fall into the water tower, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist.

Shiraishi E had somehow appeared behind her and firmly pinned her in place.

"Be careful." His voice carried a kind reminder: "Such a beautiful view, it would be such a pity to fall."

Vermouth had no time to pay attention to his teasing.

She stared blankly at the sewage treatment plant in the distance, now reduced to ruins, flames engulfing the entire area and thick smoke shooting into the sky.

All those sophisticated surveillance devices, tight security systems, and well-trained agents were wiped out in this single blow.

"You...you actually..." Vermouth's voice trembled slightly, "...called in fighter jets?"

Shiraishi E released her hand from her waist, chuckling as she straightened the wind-blown collar of her trench coat: "To be precise, it's the F-35's long-range precision strike."

He chuckled and said, "Surprised? Unexpected?"

Vermouth took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.

She turned to look at the masked man, forcing a smile: "You're quite something, managing to direct fighter jets in the heart of Tokyo to carry out a precision strike on that particular fighter jet—"

Before Vermouth could finish speaking, there was a loud bang in the air, and the F-35, which hadn't gone far, exploded.

"Of course it's self-destructing, otherwise it would fall into someone else's hands." Shiraishi looked at the wreckage of the F-35 lying on the ground, her eyes full of regret.

"..." Vermouth didn't speak, but silently looked at the ruins of the sewage treatment plant.

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind—she didn't know about the others, but she was certain that this guy could destroy the organization!
(End of this chapter)