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

Chapter 398 Rescuing Heiji (1st Update)
The cool-toned lights in the laboratory shone on the metal walls, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with blood.

Inside the enormous culture chamber, several test subjects were immersed in a pale green liquid, their muscles bulging and blood vessels protruding, but their expressions were contorted in pain, as if they were screaming silently.

Inside Vermouth's observation room, she lightly tapped her fingertips on the glass, a mocking smile curving her red lips: "No matter how hard we try, we've only created a bunch of short-lived bastards..."

She glanced at the data screen and said, "Strength and speed have improved, but in the face of bullets, we are still just as vulnerable as ordinary people."

Vodka stood to the side, scratched his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Big Brother said that since Boss has invested so much money, he must have his reasons. We should just do as he says."

Vermouth chuckled softly, turning her gaze to the silent Gin: "It's normal for Vodka not to think too much, but I don't believe you—Gin—are completely ignorant."

She tilted her head slightly, her tone tentative, "You're so loyal to Boss, could it be that he once saved your life?"

Gin's gaze remained icy, his green eyes beneath his silver hair fixed on one of the test subjects, watching it convulse violently before finally ceasing to breathe.

He didn't answer Vermouth's question, but simply exhaled a puff of smoke, which swirled in the lamplight like a silent warning.

Seeing this, Vermouth didn't mind and changed the subject: "I heard the organization is recruiting a large number of people recently? Is that true?"

Vodka clicked his tongue, his tone irritated: "Seriously! Damn it, we've lost too many men fighting that ruthless bandit lately! Mika and Beika are almost out of manpower; we'll have to bring in more from other regions!"

Vermouth raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Are the casualties really that heavy every time we face him?"

Vodka slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Of course it's true! Didn't you fight him too? That guy's a complete madman! He just fires shells like they're free, one explosion and a whole area is wiped out!"

He said through gritted teeth, "Just distributing the pensions is exhausting me!"

At this point, he suddenly remembered something, and his face darkened even more: "What's even more disgusting is that some bastards actually want to embezzle the compensation money for the dead! They're utter scum!"

Vermouth listened to his complaints as if she were chuckling at something funny.

Terrorists are calling others scum.

That's really hilarious.

Her gaze, however, fell on another test subject—it was convulsing in agony, finally bursting with a muffled thud, its blood staining the culture medium. She chuckled softly: "Vodka, you'd better scrutinize new recruits carefully, lest another Shuichi Akai sneaks in."

Vodka snorted: "Background checks are Rum's job. My brother and I are only responsible for cleaning up traitors!"

His words were filled with dissatisfaction with Rum.

He always felt that if Rum's background check hadn't been so inadequate, how could there have been so many undercover agents in the organization?
Before he could finish speaking, a burst of rapid gunfire suddenly rang out from outside!
Vodka tensed up abruptly, looking nervously at Gin: "Big brother! What do we do?"

Gin's eyes turned cold, and he drew his pistol, his voice low and dangerous: "Go check it out."

Vodka immediately followed, and the two quickly walked towards the direction of the gunshot.

Vermouth lazily followed him out, saying, "The front lines are too dangerous; I don't want to get caught in the crossfire."

She turned and walked towards the monitoring room: "I'll go check the surveillance footage to see who dared to break in."

Gin did not respond, which was tantamount to acquiescing to her actions.

In the corridor, the lights flickered, and the corpses of men in black lay scattered on the ground.

Gin crouched down to examine one of the bodies—it had been shot more than twenty times.

His entire body was smashed to pieces, so much so that Gin frowned. What grudge could this be?
Vodka clenched his fist and whispered, "Brother, could it be someone from the FBI?"

Gin didn't answer, but slowly stood up, his eyes cold: "Whoever it is, since they dared to barge in, don't even think about leaving alive."

He stepped forward, following the path where the body had fallen, searching for the intruder.

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"Halt! Footsteps ahead. Prepare to fire."

In the corridor, Shiraishi E raised her hand, and the three girls behind her immediately stopped, gripping their pistols even tighter with tense expressions.

The surroundings immediately fell silent, so quiet that you could hear each other breathing clearly.

A dozen seconds later, several men in black appeared in their field of vision.

Without Shiraishi E saying a word, the three girls, Ran, Sonoko, and Yoh, who were already in a tense state, almost subconsciously pulled the trigger, emptying the magazine.

Bang bang bang bang————

Gunfire rained down on the men in black. Many more bullets missed, leaving bullet holes in the wall.

Shiraishi Kei keenly observed the trajectory of the bullets. Although they all hit the men in black, very few struck vital areas such as the heart, throat, or head.

If left unchecked, their final desperate attack will surely cause the three girls to fall here.

So he decisively struck to finish them off, firing a bullet that struck the hearts of the men in black, delivering a fatal blow.

Of course, how would Xiaolan, Yuanzi, and Ye, these girls in high school, know any of this?

They continued to pull the trigger instinctively.

They only stopped firing when they ran out of bullets and heard a clicking sound.

"Alright, they're all dead... Hurry up and reload." Shiraishi said, immediately handing them magazines.

Kazuha nervously took the magazine, ejected the empty magazine, and then tried several times to force it back in.

The Osaka girl said with trembling lips, "I...I can't believe it, I actually killed someone!"

"If we don't shoot, they'll be the ones who do," Sonoko said, trying to comfort them, feeling that they had done something wrong.

"Yes, if we could, we would like to have a proper talk with them. But these men in black opened fire as soon as they saw us, giving us no chance to explain." A hint of helplessness crossed Xiaolan's face. If she could, she would not want to resort to such a bloody method.

Four men were holding four guns, and several of their colleagues had already been riddled with bullets. In this situation, no one could calmly have a proper talk, right? ... Shiraishi E muttered to herself.

Just then, my phone buzzed.

He took out his phone and saw a message from Vermouth saying that Gin and Vodka had arrived.

This made Shiraishi E realize something, and he said that it was no use for Director Bay to speak on set.

So it was Gin... He's not dead? That old man Rum was definitely trying to trick me!! Luckily, I'm quick-witted and cautious, otherwise I would have been caught off guard.

A flurry of thoughts flashed through Shiraishi E's mind. He put away his phone and said to the girls behind him, "We need to speed things up!"

Xiaolan and the others nodded and stopped talking.

Shiraishi started running, quickly heading towards where Heiji was being held.

This time he stopped pretending and ran and killed his way through, raising his hand to fire a shot at anyone he saw, the bullets precisely piercing their vitals.

Of course, he didn't forget to smash the surveillance cameras.

When Xiaolan and the others behind them saw this, they couldn't help but marvel at the accuracy of the other party's marksmanship!
Just over ten minutes later, the group arrived at the rest room where Heiji was being held.

Shiraishi E didn't even need to fire a shot; she simply kicked the door open violently.

He saw Heiji sitting on the ground, his hands and feet bound by ropes, and he walked over, about to say something.

Heiji suddenly lunged forward.

Shiraishi E kicked him back and said, "Heiji, don't be nervous, it's me!"

"We've come to rescue you!" Kazuha said, just about to go into the room to check on Heiji's condition.

But seeing that both Ran and Sonoko were paying attention to the situation on both sides of the corridor, she realized that now was not the time to reminisce and suddenly stopped.

"Cough cough cough..." Heiji coughed and pulled off his blindfold. After seeing who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up from the ground, ignoring the pain in his chest, and asked, "You... how did you get here?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Kazuha said irritably, "Of course we're here to rescue you and Conan!"

"Where's Conan?" Shiraishi E noticed that there was no one else in the room at this moment.

"We ran away first." Heiji pointed to the ventilation vent in the ceiling, then stared at the four men's pistols and asked in surprise, "Where did you get your pistols?"

"Where else could it have come from? I picked it up on the road." Shiraishi E said, then pulled a pistol from her pocket and shoved it into Heiji's hand, urging, "Whatever it is, let's talk about it after we leave here!"

"Okay!" Heiji took the pistol and nodded. He knew now was not the time to ask questions; they needed to get out of here first!

(End of this chapter)