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

Chapter 420 Amuro Tooru: Easier said than done, it's not like you're the one who went to collect the goods. (1st update)
It was 11:50 p.m. in an underground parking garage in Tokyo.

Amuro Tooru's white Mazda RX-7 slowly pulled up next to a black Mercedes S600. The window rolled down, revealing Rum's eye-patch-covered face, which looked particularly sinister in the dim light.

“The location has changed.” Rum tossed out a key: “Yokohama Old Wharf. At one o’clock, hand the gold over to that ruthless bandit.”

Amuro Tooru took the key and said, "That semi-abandoned dock?"

He smiled casually, "The location is well chosen, secluded and easy to access, indeed suitable for special transactions."

“But… it’s just one ton of gold.” Amuro Tooru looked at Rum, puzzled. “Why go through all this trouble? Wouldn’t it be simpler to hand it over in person?”

Rum's lips curled into a strange smile: "That guy decided on it. The time and place were his idea."

"Deliberately choosing a place like this?" Amuro Tooru frowned. "It's practically an invitation for us to commit a crime!"

"Who cares what his plans are?" Rum suddenly sneered. "We just need to do our own thing."

Amuro Tooru suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

That's easy for you to say; it's not like you're the one delivering the goods.

He cursed inwardly!

At that moment, Rum took out his phone and made a call.

Shortly after, three more Hummers drove up.

Three burly European and American men got off the bus and walked over, wearing heavy perfume, which made Amuro Tooru frown.

“Let me introduce you.” Rum’s one eye gleamed in the darkness. “These three are the mercenary captains I’ve hired. They’re all quite capable. Take them over to set up an ambush.”

Amuro Tooru's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Rum has no intention of letting me command. But that's not necessarily a bad thing.

At least if we fail, we can distance ourselves from the situation!
"Understood." Amuro Tooru didn't waste any words. He immediately got out of the car, got into the vehicle carrying a ton of gold, started the engine, signaled the other three mercenary captains to follow, and then stepped on the gas and headed to the old docks of Yokohama.

.........

The searchlights at Yokohama's old docks are old and in disrepair, with only a few emergency lights swaying in the wind.

In the shadows of the cargo ship, a dozen or so dark figures were moving rapidly.

"Plant C4 on the load-bearing pillars of Warehouse 3!" Mercenary Captain Marcus commanded in a thick Eastern European accent. "Set up sniper positions in the container area, covering all entrances and exits!"

Amuro Tooru stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching the mercenaries skillfully set up death traps as if they were setting up a hunting ground.

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from afar, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"What happened?" He strode toward the source of the sound, but stopped abruptly at the corner—a man in overalls lay face up in a pool of blood, his throat slashed open by a sharp blade, his eyes wide open in terror.

"Just cleaning up the scene." The Russian man named Ivan casually wiped his dagger. "These rats are the worst of the bunch."

Amuro Tooru clenched his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white, and said, barely suppressing his anger, "Just knock him out, why kill him?"

Jack walked over, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and sneered as he exhaled a smoke ring. "What? Since when did your organization start caring about this?" He even deliberately kicked the corpse, taunting, "Why don't you give him CPR? See if you can save him."

The mercenaries burst into a vulgar laugh.

Amuro Tooru's temples throbbed, but he forced himself to loosen his fist and said coldly, "What a bunch of brainless bastards!!"

"Are you all deaf? Can't you hear the sea breeze blowing so hard?"

"What if the smell of blood reaches that ruthless bandit's nose? What's the point of your ambush then?"

These words immediately stopped the mercenaries from laughing, and they began to realize the seriousness of the situation.

But some people still stubbornly insisted, "His nose might not be that sensitive!!"

"Then you can risk your lives and see if that bandit's nose is really that sharp!" Amuro Tooru said bluntly. "Besides, don't you even use your brains to think about why that bandit chose this place to make the deal?"

"Is it possible that he has bribed the workers here to act as his informants?"

"You don't use your brains at all, no wonder you'll be soldiers your whole lives!"

After cursing a few times, he left without looking back, too lazy to pay any more attention to the mercenaries.

The faces of the leading mercenary captains darkened; they hadn't expected to be reprimanded by an assassin.

They couldn't refute it. Left with no other option, they quickly disposed of the body to prevent the gruesome smell of blood from reaching the ruthless bandit.

At this moment, a black-haired man among the mercenaries took the initiative to go over and drag the body away, saying, "I'll handle this. You guys continue setting up the traps."

In response, the group continued to select locations to plant the bombs.

After Ivan selected several tricky spots to plant the bombs, he noticed that the dark-haired young man had not yet returned and wondered why the other man was moving so slowly.

Several minutes have passed already. Is it really that difficult to dispose of a body?
It's not far from the port, we could just dump the body there and be done with it, why haven't they come back yet?
Thinking of this, Ivan immediately went to the dock to check the situation.

When he went over, he saw the young man with black hair dragging a corpse and throwing it towards the dock.

He asked in bewilderment, "Li, why does it take so long to dispose of a corpse?"

The young man with black hair smiled and said, "It's a bit heavy, and I had to avoid other workers, so it took a little time."

Ivan had no doubts, and simply said, "Now that the body has been disposed of, hurry back. It's almost time; we need to set up an ambush."

As the black-haired man threw the corpse into the sea, he said, "Good."

Just as Ivan was about to leave, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

There seems to be quite a lot of blood on the ground.

Thinking of this, he looked down and found that there was more than one bloodstain on the ground, there were six or seven.

This startled him for a moment, and he turned around and said, "Strange, why is there so much blood?"

The black-haired man shrugged and said as he walked over, "I was lost because I didn't know the area well. So I dragged the corpse a bit."

Ivan nodded knowingly and said, "That's true!"

As he spoke, he quickly pulled out a pistol and fired repeatedly at the black-haired man.

However, no gunshot was fired; instead, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

The black-haired man was faster; he grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it sharply!
"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking is crisp and piercing.

"Ugh—!" Just as Ivan was about to scream, the black-haired man's fist slammed into his throat, forcing him to swallow his cry of pain.

Ivan staggered backward, struggling to breathe, his expression pained.

Before he could make a further move, the black-haired man rushed forward with a dagger in hand.

puff!

The blade pierced his heart with pinpoint accuracy. Ivan's eyes widened, a gurgling sound escaped his throat, and he finally collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless.

"It wouldn't be bad to do an assassination once in a while." Disguised as the mercenary Lee, Shiraishi E twirled her dagger, feeling that playing around with Assassin's Creed occasionally would be nice.

Just as he was about to move the body and throw it back into the sea, he suddenly heard a splashing sound from not far away.

He turned around and looked—

A dockworker was standing in the corner, his pants zipper undone, urine dripping down his trouser leg. He was frozen in place, his face pale.

When Shiraishi E saw this, she laughed and said, "Concentrate when you pee, look, your pants are all wet."

He waved his hand, indicating, "Hurry up and leave after you're done peeing, it'll get lively here later."

The worker then seemed to wake up from a dream. Forgetting that he was still urinating, he quickly pulled up his pants, turned around, and ran away!
Bang-dang——!
In the chaos, the worker bumped into an iron barrel, the metallic clanging sound particularly jarring in the quiet dock.

The sound attracted the attention of the other mercenaries.

Shiraishi E saw a dark gun barrel protruding from behind a container in the distance, already aimed at the worker.

Seeing this, he decisively bought a Barrett rifle, aimed, and fired.

Bang————

The 12.7mm armor-piercing round penetrated the container and killed the mercenaries hiding behind it.

But the loud gunshot also gave away his position.

(End of this chapter)