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

Chapter 411 If I'd known guns were this awesome, why would I have bothered learning kendo? (2nd update)
In Vermouth's bedroom, the warm yellow wall lamp illuminated Conan's figure, which was tied up like a dumpling.

He writhed on the bed like a caterpillar, his eyes behind his glasses gazing pitifully at Xiaolan.

"Ran-neechan," Conan drawled, deliberately making his voice sound urgent, "help me untie this, I need to use the restroom!"

Xiaolan sat on the sofa, arms crossed over her chest, and shook her head firmly: "No! If I let you go, you'll definitely run away!"

"I'm locked in the room, where can I run to?" Conan squirmed anxiously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "I... I can't hold it in any longer!"

His legs clamped together unnaturally, and his face turned bright red, as if he was about to pee at any moment.

Upon witnessing this scene, Xiaolan's resolve immediately wavered.

At this moment, Sonoko walked over suspiciously and poked Conan's cheek: "Kid, you're not acting, are you?"

"Really! I really can't hold it in anymore!" Conan's voice trembled. "I've been holding it in for so long! If I don't untie it soon, I'm going to pee in my pants!!"

Xiaolan bit her lower lip and hesitated for a moment, but finally sighed and said, "Okay, I'll help you untie it."

She got up and started untying the ropes, warning, "But if you dare to run..."

"Absolutely not!" Conan solemnly assured them, but in his heart he was repeatedly apologizing and repenting.

As soon as the rope was loosened, he exaggeratedly jumped up, squeezing his legs together, shouting, "It's going to leak! It's going to leak!"

He stumbled towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Inside the restroom, Conan's expression instantly returned to calm.

He tiptoed and locked the door, the sound of the lock clicking crisply.

Immediately afterwards, he deftly opened the window.

The cold rain immediately hit his face.

Conan squinted, glanced at the situation outside, and after confirming that everything was alright, quickly unbuckled his belt.

"I'm sorry, Xiaolan. I can't not go... This is all my fault!" He muttered to himself as he tied one end of his belt tightly to the window frame and tugged hard to make sure it was secure.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window. Conan took a deep breath, grabbed his belt, and leaped out.

The retractable belt made a soft "whoosh" sound as it carried him slowly down onto the wet grass.

As soon as he landed, he loosened his belt and nimbly rolled into the bushes.

Conan looked around warily, and after confirming the location of the surveillance camera, he quickly ran towards the drainage ditch.

On the way, he once again marveled at how useful children's bodies are!
If he were to become Shinichi Kudo, not only would he have to rappel down from the window, but he would also have to be extremely careful when escaping because of his enormous size.

It's so much more convenient now; you can just run through the bushes.

Soon, Conan returned to the drainage ditch. It was now filled with rainwater.

But it’s not a big problem!
He took a long breath, then held it and crawled into the drainage ditch.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Ran and Sonoko were still worried about Shiraishi E's situation.

"I hope they can all come back safely."

"They will definitely get through this! After all, Hui is so amazing!"

"That's right."

"........."

Just then, Sonoko suddenly frowned: "Wait, that brat has been inside for a while, hasn't he? Why hasn't he come out yet? He should have finished peeing by now, let alone pooping!"

Xiaolan glanced at her watch: "It's been almost twenty minutes." Her brows furrowed slightly: "Something's not right."

The two exchanged a glance, then quickly walked to the bathroom door.

"Conan?" Ran knocked gently on the door and asked, "Are you alright?"

no respond.

"Conan!" Ran felt increasingly uneasy. She knocked harder, her voice urgent, "Answer me!"

There was still no response from inside the restroom.

"Oh no, that brat must have run away!" Sonoko had already realized this.

Xiao Lan decisively kicked open the bathroom door with a roundhouse kick.

In the empty bathroom, the window was wide open, and rainwater soaked the marble countertop. A schoolchild's belt hung forlornly on the window frame, swaying gently in the wind.

"That little rascal lied to me again!!" Sonoko stomped her foot angrily. "I shouldn't have believed him. He's so young, yet he keeps lying!!"

Xiaolan hurriedly pulled out her phone: "I have to tell Miss Chris right away!"

Vermouth was listening to a report from the assassination squad when she received the call.

Hearing Xiaolan's incoherent description, her red lips curled into a meaningful smile: "I understand. Don't worry, I will bring him back safe and sound."

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth looked out at the raging rain and thought to herself: They really did run away.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did nothing.

Unconditional protection is the greatest harm you can do to him.

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The rain poured down, and Conan's small figure struggled to move forward on the muddy mountain road.

Rainwater streamed down his cheeks, soaking his thin shirt, which clung tightly to his body.

Just as he was about to turn onto the path leading to the hotel, a faint "tap-tap" sound pierced through the rain and reached his ears.

Gunshots?!
Conan abruptly stopped, raindrops clinging to his glasses. He listened intently, confirming the sound was coming from the direction of the shrine. After a moment's hesitation, he changed the gunshot and ran towards the shrine.

More than ten minutes later, when the outline of the dilapidated shrine appeared in the lightning, Conan's pupils suddenly contracted, he was shocked!

What the hell is going on here?
The vermilion torii gate had collapsed, and the wooden corridor was riddled with bullet holes. Even more shocking was the sight of more than a dozen black-clad corpses lying haphazardly in pools of blood, with rainwater washing away the dark red bloodstains, which meandered down the bluestone slabs.

"What...what's going on?" Conan's voice caught in his throat, and he felt a sudden sense of panic.

He carefully stepped over a corpse, his fingers trembling involuntarily.

"Hey! Kudo!"

A familiar voice came from the direction of the main hall.

Conan looked up and saw Heiji waving his arms excitedly, his face still flushed with excitement.

Shiraishi E leaned against a broken pillar, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

"Are you all alright?" Conan's voice was a little hoarse as he ran over, splashing raindrops high into the air.

"It's more than just nothing!" Heiji grabbed Conan's shoulder, completely ignoring the gunshot wound on his right shoulder, and boasted, "You missed a good show! I just unleashed my full power, I was incredibly awesome!"

"First, we used the Gatling gun to sweep the west corridor," Shiraishi E replied lazily. "Then we used it to kill the three guys who were trying to flank us from the back door."

He pointed to a mangled corpse not far away: "In the end, they took care of the person and the cover as well."

Heiji glared at Shiraishi E with displeasure: "Let me finish!"

He turned around and dragged a dark metal object out of the rubble, exclaiming excitedly, "Look at this! Six-barreled rotation, 4000 shots per minute! Much more exciting than kendo!"

Conan stared wide-eyed behind his glasses at the menacing Gatling gun in Heiji's hand: "W-Where did you guys get this...?"

"Vermouth secretly gave them to us... This thing is awesome!" Heiji gestured excitedly like a child who had received a new toy: "A few shots and those guys were all down! If I had known guns were this fun, why would I have bothered learning kendo!"

Shiraishi E chuckled and added, "It's a pity I forgot to write it down, otherwise I could show it to you."

Conan stood silently in place, raindrops dripping from his hair.

He looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at the elated Heiji, and suddenly felt that his decision to come in the rain was utterly foolish.

What am I worried about?
He rolled his eyes inwardly and said speechlessly, "If I had known it would be this intense, I wouldn't have come."

"Hey, Conan." Heiji leaned closer, reeking of gunpowder and blood, and asked, "Want to give it a try? We still have a few boxes of bullets left!"

Conan adjusted his glasses and said expressionlessly, "No need, thank you. I still prefer solving cases through deduction." He paused, then couldn't help adding, "Also, with all this commotion, aren't you worried the organization might send even more powerful assassins?"

"Bring it on, do you think I'm afraid of him?" Heiji scoffed, picking up the Gatling gun and saying, "We'll see whose firepower is stronger then!"

"..." Conan was speechless for a moment.

But he had to admit that what Shiraishi E said made sense.

With increased firepower, many problems were easily solved.

(End of this chapter)