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

Chapter 404 It's still because your firepower isn't strong enough. (1st update)
After leaving the villa, the vehicle followed the road to another place that resembled a pit.

Vermouth didn't get out of the car, but lit a cigarette and said, "Handsome, it's hard on you all by yourself, throwing those two bodies in there... those three kids are a little scared."

Shiraishi E understands the fear that Ran, Sonoko, and Yoru are experiencing.

Although they all have extraordinary identities—daughters of top lawyers, heiresses of wealthy families, and children of officials—they are ultimately just ordinary girls who suddenly come into contact with human experiments and see strange corpses.

Who can withstand this?
He got out of the car and deftly threw the two body bags into the pit.

Vermouth exhaled a cloud of smoke and said, "Oh, right, we also threw away the hazmat suit."

The four men quickly removed their hazmat suits and threw them into the pit.

As Xiaolan, Yuanzi, and Ye were throwing things, their curiosity got the better of them, and they glanced into the pit.

Inside, body bags were piled up as high as a mountain.

The thought of the corpses inside made them tremble with fear, and they quickly ran back to the car.

"Get in the car, let's go," Vermouth said, taking the cigarette out of her mouth.

Shiraishi E returned to the car and couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at the three girls huddled together.

I'm not afraid of the living, but I'm afraid of the dead.

Vermouth drove her black sedan toward the town, and after about ten minutes, she arrived at a secluded street corner.

"We've arrived." Vermouth turned her head, and the moonlight cast dappled shadows on her delicate profile through the car window.

She reached up and tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, her voice soft yet undeniable: "Go back and get some rest tonight, then take the first boat tomorrow morning to leave, so you can still make it back to class."

Ran gripped the seatbelt tightly, hesitating to speak: "But Conan..."

"Don't worry, Angle." Vermouth suddenly addressed her in English, gently tapping Ran's nose with her fingertip, and smiled, "Trust me, I can handle this, okay?"

"Well... then I'll leave it to you, Miss Chris." Xiaolan thanked her repeatedly before getting out of the car.

After landing, Sonoko felt sleepy and yawned, forcing her eyelids shut, she said, "Thank you, Miss Chris."

Kazuha bowed ninety degrees to express her gratitude to Vermouth, saying, "Miss Chris, if it weren't for you, Heiji might be... Thank you so much."

Shiraishi E was the last to get off the car. He stood in front of the car door and looked at Vermouth deeply, saying, "I will remember this favor."

Vermouth simply smiled slightly, the car window slowly rolled up, and she silently drove the black sedan into the night.

The four of them tiptoed back to the hotel, the wooden floorboards creaking softly.

Ran, Sonoko, and Ye returned to the girls' room. After taking off their shoes, they didn't bother to tidy up. Instead, they quickly made up their bedding and lay down.

They experienced so much tonight, it was so exciting.

Exhausted, both physically and mentally, I had no energy left to think about anything else.

The three of them fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

Meanwhile, Shiraishi E also returned to her room to rest.

He recalled the events of the previous night.

If there's any flaw, it's that the number of guns and bullets given to Xiaolan and the others doesn't match the number of guns and bullets dropped by the corpses.

However, these three girls were all new recruits, and given the critical situation at the time, they didn't pay attention to these things.

Although there were problems, they were easy to gloss over.

As for Heiji... he's really an unlucky kid.

They finally managed to rescue him, only to have him captured by Gin again. It's unknown whether he said anything he shouldn't have before Vermouth saved him.

And Conan, I wonder where he's gone. But with Vermouth helping him, he'll probably be alright.

Just as he was pondering, the bathroom door clicked open and a small figure emerged, adjusting his glasses.

"Conan?!" Shiraishi E canceled her order from the Bandit Mall only after recognizing the other person. He looked surprised, sat up from the covers, and asked, "When did you get back?"

"Just ten minutes ago... Where did you all go? Why aren't you here?" Conan couldn't help but step forward and ask.

"Where else could we go? Of course, we're going to rescue you." Shiraishi E shrugged, then briefly explained their rescue operation at the villa.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that Chris had helped them save Heiji's life.

Although he was surprised by Miss Chris's identity, he was more relieved that the crisis had passed.

Shiraishi asked curiously, "How did you escape?"

Conan plopped down on the tatami mat and said in a slightly tired voice, "There's a small drainage ditch behind the villa, just big enough for a kid like me to crawl out of."

Shiraishi E thought of something, looked at the other person with a teasing look, and said, "You're lucky. You didn't suffer any hardship, your identity wasn't exposed, and you came back safely."

"On the contrary, Heiji not only got shot, but also got beaten up, and he will be coerced by that organization to do bad things in the future."

Upon hearing these words, Conan blushed deeply and felt extremely ashamed.

Although he could find reasons to refute the other party, such as "Heiji went with me, I didn't force him" and "As a detective, he should be responsible for his actions," etc.

But he couldn't bring himself to say something so shameless.

Moreover, he also felt that he had dragged Heiji down. If he hadn't encouraged Heiji to take the risk with him, Heiji wouldn't have suffered so much.

"Sigh, I'm sorry to Heiji." Conan lowered his head, feeling very guilty and annoyed.

He said dejectedly, "I don't understand why I'm like this, even though so many people have told me not to take the risk."

"But... once something like that happens, I can't control myself."

Thinking of this, Conan looked at Shiraishi E with pain and sorrow, pleading for help: "Shiraishi, what should I... do?"

Seeing Conan in such pain, Shiraishi E decided to offer some words of comfort. After all, they were classmates, and she wasn't the kind of cold-hearted person.

He thought for a moment and said, "Ultimately, the reason for this situation is that your firepower is not strong enough."

Conan: "?"

Seeing his incomprehension, Shiraishi E pulled a submachine gun from under her pillow and said, "Think about it, if you and Heiji were holding submachine guns, wearing bulletproof vests, and with five grenades tucked into your waistbands."

"Even if they had discovered you back then, would they have had the ability to capture you?"

"They're lucky they died young if they weren't riddled with bullets!"

"........."

Conan walked up with a bewildered expression, lifted Shiraishi E's pillow to take a look, and said in disbelief, "When did you put the submachine gun under your pillow?"

"I've always had the habit of sleeping with a submachine gun under my pillow; it makes me feel safer," Shiraishi E said calmly.

"Then... why didn't you lend me the submachine gun back then?" Conan asked, somewhat annoyed.

Shiraishi E said irritably, "With your small frame, what kind of submachine gun are you going to use? Your shoulders will be sore after you've emptied two magazines!"

"Besides, I thought you were just going to scout things out. I didn't expect you two to barge into their territory without any intelligence at all!"

"I don't know how you guys think. Even Sherlock Holmes wouldn't dare to do this."

Conan chuckled twice, too embarrassed to retaliate after being scolded.

He admitted, "I did act impulsively at the time... but the opportunity was right in front of us, so I didn't think too much about it..."

Shiraishi E shook her head; that meant they were destined to be the main characters.

If it were anyone else, they would most likely have been captured and used as experimental subjects.

Even someone as strong as Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro would likely end up as expendable materials if they were to infiltrate the lab unprepared.

(End of this chapter)