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

Chapter 418 I don't want to give him a sum of gold, nor do I want him to cause me trouble (1st update)
“Pisco…” Shiraishi E was quite surprised, not expecting to get this code name from them.

He was very interested in Pisker.

It wasn't because of the other person's position in the organization, but because this guy knew Atsushi Miyano and Elena Miyano.

In the anime, Piscoe immediately recognized that Ai Haibara looked a lot like Shiho Miyano when she was a child, and promptly grabbed her.

This is a man with strong initiative.

He was probably a ruthless and taciturn assassin like Gin when he was young and successful.

This old man can't be kept around; he has to be dealt with, otherwise he'll become a future problem.

“He knows my parents, and I remember they had a pretty good relationship,” Akemi said, adding, “He also met Shiho when she was a child.”

"Really? I was probably too young back then to remember anything." Ai had absolutely no recollection of it.

“Emi, I want to ask him about my parents,” Akemi said, expressing her thoughts.

Ai's tone was slightly sarcastic: "Good relationship? There are plenty of people in the organization who are good relationships, but they'll all cut ties immediately if something happens."

"But... at least we should know how they died, right?" Akemi said dejectedly.

"..." Ai Haibara remained silent in response.

She had also asked the organization, and their explanation was that she died in a laboratory fire.

She doesn't believe that reason!
Shiraishi thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, then let's do it your way."

Piske is definitely going to be killed, but before that, we need to squeeze every last drop of value out of him.

He had no interest in the deaths of the Miyano couple, but he was very interested in information related to the Silver Bullet!
He reminded her, "Ai cannot meet with him, and when she does meet with him, I must be present."

"Okay!" Mingmei breathed a sigh of relief. If the other party was unwilling, she would have no choice but to give up.

Fortunately, the other party agreed.

As for not letting Ai see Piske, that was the idea she originally had too.

Although it's unlikely that Pisco would recognize Ai as Shiho when she was a child, what if he did?
That's it!
Ai frowned slightly, but quickly understood their concerns and stopped objecting.

She said, "We won't contact him first; we'll wait for him to come to the store again. If he doesn't show up again, we'll consider other ways to reach out."

Shiraishi E raised an eyebrow: "So cautious?"

“The other party has survived this long, they must be cautious.” Xiao Ai looked up at him: “It’s best not to alert them.”

Shiraishi E stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Okay, it's settled then."

He reached out and ruffled her hair, but she dodged away in disgust: "However, before that, let's find out more about this old guy."

The news of Mingmei meeting with Pisco is bound to get out of control.

Therefore, he planned to eradicate the opponent's strength completely and wipe them out in one fell swoop to avoid retaliation afterward.

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In the dimly lit underground parking lot, Rum's black sedan was parked quietly in a corner.

The car windows were covered with privacy film, so it was impossible to see inside from the outside.

After receiving the call, Bourbon rushed over immediately.

He opened the car door, got in, and, panting, glanced at his watch, saying, "Twelve seconds...twelve seconds left until ten minutes."

After saying this, he immediately slumped into his chair and said speechlessly, "Hey Rum, can't you give me a little more time next time?"

"Hehe, I miscalculated," Rum said with a smile.

But he actually made no calculation errors at all.

He wanted the other party to arrive at the exact time, so that even if Bourbon had a problem, he wouldn't have time to inform others.

Even if someone were to warn others, they wouldn't be able to get there immediately.

Rum waved to the driver to start the car, then pointed to the small refrigerator next to him and said, "Pour yourself something to drink and take a break."

“Alright, then I won’t stand on ceremony.” Bourbon didn’t stand on ceremony with the other party either.

He opened the small refrigerator, picked out the most expensive bottle of wine, and started drinking.

Rum lit a cigar and started smoking, which made Amuro Tooru frown.

However, the strong smell of cigars permeating the car did not occur.

The car's exhaust system was quite good; surprisingly, he didn't smell much of a cigar.

"You spent a lot of money on this car, didn't you?" Amuro Tooru carefully examined Rum's vehicle and noticed that the windows were thickened and the doors were made of heavy metal.

It's obviously an armored car. "Yeah, in our line of work, the most important thing is to be cautious. Having an armored car will give you a lot of peace of mind." Rum smiled. "Otherwise, you never know when or from what angle a bullet might hit you!"

"That's true." Amuro Tooru sighed, taking a sip of red wine. "Looks like I'll have to get a bulletproof car next time!"

After chatting for a while, Rum waited until the vehicle had driven some distance before getting straight to the point: "I have a task for you."

Bourbon raised an eyebrow slightly: "What mission?"

Rum pulled a slip of paper from his inside suit pocket and handed it over: "One ton of gold, delivered to this address."

Bourbon took the note, glanced at it, and his pupils suddenly contracted: "This ton of gold is for that ruthless bandit?"

“Yes.” Rum exhaled a puff of smoke, his one eye fixed on Bourbon’s reaction.

Bourbon frowned in confusion: "Why give him so much money all of a sudden?"

Rum chuckled. Now that the matter was over, he no longer hid it: "I commissioned him to handle the sewage treatment plant."

Bourbon suddenly realized: "I see..."

He was also wondering how that ruthless bandit knew about Gin's situation and location at the sewage treatment plant.

So this is the guy who provided the information!

And that ruthless bandit was about to launch an attack without saying a word!

It's all this bastard's fault.

With a hint of suppressed anger, Bourbon said knowingly, "I knew it! Why would he suddenly target a place like that?"

“This ton of gold is the reward.” Rum flicked his cigarette ash, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

Bourbon paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "So... now I'm in charge of the handover?"

Rum grinned, revealing a sinister smile: "Actually, I don't want to give him this gold!"

Bourbon: "...?"

You're trying to steal their payment!

I'm also afraid of retaliation!

With your weight, can you handle it?
Even though you can hide, there are so many industries organized in Tokyo.

If they retaliate against those ruthless bandits, it won't be something that a ton of gold can solve!

Rum narrowed his one eye: "But I don't want him to cause me any trouble."

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "Bourbon, you're so smart, can you help me think of a solution?"

"Damn it..." Bourbon cursed inwardly. This old fox was practically saying, "Go and kill him!"

The organization has launched so many operations but failed to take down that ruthless bandit. Now they're sending an intelligence officer? Do they think he's stupid?

“This…” Bourbon pretended to ponder, then shook his head: “I don’t have a good solution for the time being.”

Rum stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "It's alright, then I'll tell you my plan."

He leaned closer, his cigar smoke blowing into Bourbon's face: "Use this batch of gold as bait to hire a group of mercenaries abroad, and get some heavy firepower."

He paused for a moment, then added, "But it's not convenient for me to come forward."

Bourbon's heart sank; he knew there was no escaping it now.

He hesitated before speaking, "Rum, if I may be frank... I'm not very optimistic about this operation. What if it fails..."

“In case we fail—” Rum interrupted him, his smile undiminished: “then you’ll have to take the blame.”

What the hell? You don't even want to act anymore? ... Bourbon's face darkened. He was about to say something when Rum patted him on the shoulder, his tone relaxed: "Don't worry, whether it works out or not, I won't treat you unfairly!"

"You've been in the organization for a while now, haven't you? Don't you want to climb the ranks a bit more?"

These words made Bourbon's breathing quicken.

This is a great opportunity to further infiltrate the organization!
He didn't want to miss it.

Moreover... Rum never imagined that he was secretly cooperating with ruthless gangsters!
When the time comes, give the thugs a heads-up and ask them not to point their guns at you.

Then there is absolutely no risk!

Bourbon suppressed a laugh, began to clench his fists, deliberately digging his nails almost into his palms, and showed a hesitant and struggling expression.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, leave this to me."

Rum laughed with satisfaction, his one eye gleaming with delight: "Excellent! I like energetic young people like you!"

(End of this chapter)