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

Chapter 390 The Organization's Back Mountain Stronghold (1st Update)
The moonlight, like a veil, enveloped the silent back mountain.

Amidst the swaying shadows of the trees, two figures quietly approached the entrance.

Under the cover of night, Conan and Heiji Hattori avoided the main road and quietly headed to the back mountain.

Upon reaching the entrance to the back mountain, Conan crouched down, took out his flashlight, and the beam pierced the darkness, illuminating the tire tracks in the mud.

His eyes sharpened, and his fingertips gently traced the intertwined marks.

"Strange... The tire tracks are completely different from the previous ones. They're from new vehicles. And the depth varies. Some are carrying heavy loads, while others are very light—are they transporting something in batches?" Conan said with a puzzled expression, telling Heiji, who was standing next to him, about his discovery.

Heiji stood with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed: "Kudo, it seems your judgment was correct. There must be some secret hidden in this back mountain."

While he may not be as sharp as Conan in complex reasoning, his intuition is exceptionally accurate.

At that moment, his instincts were frantically sounding the alarm—there was more than just ordinary shady business hidden in the back mountains.

"Forget it, if I can't figure it out, I'll go see for myself!" He shook his head, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Just as the two were about to climb over the roadblock, Conan's ears suddenly twitched—the low roar of an engine came from afar, and the beam of headlights pierced the darkness, approaching them!

Conan reacted instantly: "Wait, there's a vehicle!!!"

His body moved faster than his mind; he grabbed Heiji's sleeve, and the two tumbled into the roadside bushes in a flash.

Thorns scratched their skin, and the two gasped, but neither dared to make a sound.

Heiji couldn't help but think to himself: Is this kid equipped with radar for hearing?! How can he hear that?
He held his breath and peered through the gaps in the leaves at the entrance to the back mountain.

Soon, a closed transport vehicle slowly came to a stop, the door opened, and several men dressed in black jumped out.

They skillfully moved the roadblocks, as if they had practiced it a thousand times.

There was definitely a problem...

Conan and Heiji exchanged a glance, both realizing that their judgment was correct.

After the vehicles entered, the men in black sealed off the entrance again, and then began to board the vehicles one after another.

At that moment, Conan and Heiji exchanged a glance and began to communicate with their eyes.

[Follow them! The area under the car is the only blind spot... It's dangerous, but it's the best chance to figure them out!]

[Perfect timing! Sneaking in from under a car? How thrilling!]

After the two reached a consensus through eye contact, they immediately began to act.

Heiji sprang out of the bushes, rolled under the car, and gripped the chassis beam with bulging veins on his arms like iron clamps.

“The ‘swing a thousand times’ during morning kendo practice isn’t for nothing!” He smirked smugly, muscle memory making the suspension effortless.

Conan, on the other hand, didn't have to go through so much trouble. He simply took advantage of being a child and bent down to crawl under the car.

Thanks to his petite size, he easily clung to the drive shaft.

Conan's calm assessment: "With even weight distribution... as long as there's no sudden braking, it should be able to make it to our destination."

He glanced at Heiji, who even winked at him, as if to say, "Piece of cake!"

The truck shuddered slightly as it rolled over the gravel and drove into the deep mountains. Their hearts pounded, filled with an indescribable excitement!
This is the kind of life a detective should lead!
About ten minutes later, the transport truck drove into a villa by the sea.

Conan and Heiji held their breath under the chassis. Once the vehicle came to a complete stop, neither of them made any sudden moves and continued to wait.

Immediately afterwards, they saw dozens of bare feet being roughly dragged off the transport vehicle by men in black.

That's when the two realized that the people being transported on the truck were actually there!
The two looked at each other, and both could see the surprise in each other's eyes!
Despite not exchanging words, neither of them had any intention of giving up at this moment.

As the last guard turned the corner, the two men sprang out from under the car like cheetahs. Heiji followed closely behind, his back pressed against the titanium alloy wall, while Conan stood on tiptoe, keeping up with him.

Perhaps the monotonous daily routine made the man in black less vigilant, or perhaps he was just wasting his time.

In short, the two were lucky to follow behind them, pass through layers of security systems, and sneak into the core area.

You don't know until you go in, but once you go in, Conan and Heiji are immediately startled!
Under the stark white operating lights, twelve transparent culture chambers were arranged in a ring, each connected to a spiderweb of tubing.

Inside cabin number 3, a middle-aged man was frantically scratching his face, as if countless insects were wriggling under his skin.
The girl in cabin 7 had her eyeballs ruptured, yet she was still mechanically repeating the words "Save me." The child in cabin 12 was shrinking at a visible rate, as if some virus was devouring his life force; in just a few minutes, his body shrank by nearly a third!

Conan's heart almost stopped—this situation...is very similar to mine, but I'm much luckier than him.

At this moment, the girl in the glass capsule suddenly convulsed and foamed at the mouth.

Meanwhile, the researcher in the protective suit next to her coldly pressed a button—instantly, white mist sprayed out of the cabin, and the girl immediately collapsed like a rag doll.

The researcher coldly recorded the data: "Subject 7, nervous system collapse, observation recommended to be terminated."

"Subject No. 3, muscle dissolution rate 92%, continue to inject 'R-7' agent."

"Experiment subject 12, cell degeneration is accelerated, as expected, prepare to extract samples."

One of the researchers is drawing fluorescent green liquid into a syringe.

Upon seeing this, Conan and Heiji realized that these people were conducting human experiments!
In addition to their anger, they were also quite horrified, never expecting that these people would be so depraved as to directly capture tourists and use them for experiments.

At that moment, the two righteous teenagers didn't need to communicate verbally; they tacitly took out their phones and began recording.

Just as the two were preparing to take more photos of evidence, Conan noticed that the surveillance camera was turning towards them!

"Oh no!" Conan realized they had been discovered, grabbed Heiji, and turned to run.

Beep——!
A piercing alarm blared throughout the laboratory. The emergency lights on the ceiling instantly turned scarlet.

"Run!" Conan had already surveyed the surroundings before he arrived.

He suggested what he considered the best escape route: "The ventilation duct in the northeast corner! Run from there!"

However, they hadn't run far when men in black swarmed in from all directions, forcing them to retreat behind the experimental table.

Heiji reacted quickly, holding the gun with both hands in a kendo "straight eye" stance, and fired three shots at the three people charging in the front. He was delighted: "Huh? Looks like my shooting talent is not bad!"

"What's there to be proud of? I hit the target 100% of the time, did I say anything?" Conan used his size advantage to move around under the experimental table, hitting the enemy's knee with every shot, and said irritably.

This made Heiji chuckle twice. After temporarily forcing the enemy back, he and Conan continued to hide behind.

Just as they retreated into the disinfection room, the door slammed shut.

The two were taken aback and immediately realized they had gone to the wrong place.

But there was nothing they could do. They were being chased, and besides, they were unfamiliar with the area and had no idea about its layout.

"Damn it, we've gotten ourselves into a cage," Heiji said, looking annoyed, as he raised his gun, intending to break the lock.

Conan shoved his hand away and said irritably, "Are you crazy? What if the bullet ricochets and hits us?"

"Ah...you're right." Heiji realized he had acted impulsively and said with distress, "So what should we do now? We can't just sit here and wait to die, can we?"

Conan was observing the situation in the gas chamber when suddenly anesthetic gas was sprayed out from the ground.

Realizing something was wrong, Heiji quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Conan's body begin to sway.

Oh no! Conan is too short.

The anesthetic gas sprayed out from the ground, and before the guy even had a chance to react, he inhaled it several times.

"Hey. Hold on!" Heiji tried to shake the other person, attempting to keep them awake.

"I...I can't take it anymore," Conan said with difficulty, trying to suppress his dizziness.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard a thud.

Heiji had already collapsed to the ground.

"..." Conan was stunned for a moment, then said with a pained expression, "You... how come you collapsed even faster than me?"

After saying that, his vision went black and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

(End of this chapter)