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

Chapter 425 Vermouth: You killed my boss and then made me gather intelligence? (2nd update)
Inside the ward, the electrocardiogram monitor emitted a regular "beep" sound, and Rum slowly opened his eyes.

He tried to raise his hand, but found that his body was as if it were being pressed down by a huge boulder, and he couldn't move an inch.

What's wrong with my body?
At that moment, the doctor quickly pushed the door open and entered.

"Lord Rum, you're awake." The doctor pushed up his glasses, trying to keep his tone calm, and said, "It's wonderful that you're awake."

"What's wrong with me?" Rum said coldly.

The doctor didn't waste any words and said directly: "Complete injury to the L1 segment of the cervical spine. You can't move anything below the neck."

The doctor paused for a moment, and seeing that Rum neither roared in anger nor raged in a fit of impotence, he breathed a sigh of relief: after all, he was a big shot, able to hold on even in the face of such a blow.

He continued, "You'll only be able to move your head from now on. But surviving such an explosion is already a medical miracle."

Rum's facial muscles twitched slightly as he cursed, "A miracle? What kind of miracle is this?!"
He was furious and wanted to smash something to vent his anger.

But considering that he was completely useless and unable to move at all.

No matter how angry you are, all you can do is roar helplessly.

He didn't want to show something so ridiculous and laughable.

Rum frantically suppressed his anger and asked in a calm tone, "Who brought me here?"

The doctor packed up the IV bag and said, "This is your assistant. I notified him the moment you woke up, and he's on his way now."

"Hmm." Rum nodded expressionlessly.

"If you need anything, just call out and I'll come right away." The doctor tactfully left.

The moment the ward door closed, Rum could no longer contain his anger, and his expression gradually became distorted.

Ironically, aside from that, he does everything else for you.

His eyes were terrifyingly sinister as he stared intently at the ceiling.

Even with his disabled neck and lower body, he knew that this was definitely the work of the ruthless bandit Azu.

No one in the world, except for that madman, could pull off such an attack.

You ruthless bandit, you just wait! I'll make you wish you were dead!
Rum roared inwardly.

As for his attempt to bombard the territory of the notorious bandit Azu, he naturally forgot about it subconsciously.

Twenty minutes later, the assistant hurriedly pushed the door open and entered.

"Sir! You're finally awake!"

Rum had composed himself and chuckled, "Luckily, he's not quite dead. That ruthless bandit is going to be disappointed."

The assistant handed over warm water and thoughtfully inserted a straw. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "It seems that Lord Rum wasn't discouraged. That's great."

"This level of failure isn't enough to bring me down." Rum snorted, then took a couple of sips through the straw to moisten his throat.

He asked, "How is the manor?"

"Well... you should see for yourself." The assistant's expression was a little off, and his hands were trembling slightly as he operated the tablet, but he still opened the drone aerial footage.

The once magnificent manor is now nothing but ruins.

The fountain pool had turned into a crater, and twisted metal frames were scattered across the meticulously manicured lawn.

Rum suddenly let out a low laugh: "Ha, the manor I built at a cost of 1.3 billion dollars now looks like a landfill!"

The assistant was amazed that Rum could still laugh, marveling at his incredible composure, far beyond what most people could imagine.

"What's the progress of the investigation?" Rum asked.

“This…” the assistant sighed and said, “It has been half a month since you fell into a coma.”

"There has been absolutely no progress."

"No one dared to investigate further, fearing retaliation from that ruthless bandit."

(Suddenly increase the volume)

"Useless! A bunch of good-for-nothings!" Rum sneered. "Are they afraid of that thug, but not me?"

The assistant reminded him, "Boss Rum, there have been some unsettling voices within the organization lately. Should we..."

Rum closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before saying, "Connect to the BOSS." The assistant immediately initiated a video call using a tablet.

The video call connected quickly.

Rum looked at the black screen on the other person's screen and said with a guilty expression, "Boss, I'm so sorry, I've embarrassed you."

"It's alright, I'm just glad you're okay." The boss's voice came from the other end of the tablet: "Take good care of your injuries, and don't deal with the organization's matters for now."

"I understand, boss. I'll leave the organization's affairs to you." Rum nodded, offering no further comment.

Only after the call ended did a mocking expression appear on his face.

You think you can take away my power with just a few words?
Want to eat fart!

Those below are all my men!!
No matter who comes, it won't matter if I don't nod!
After speaking with Gin and Vermouth, Rum told them he was fine.

After Rum had a moment to calm down, the assistant spoke up, saying, "The doctor said that a neural interface could be installed to install a mechanical prosthesis, but the sensitivity of the mechanical prosthesis is only 60% of that of a normal person, and may even be lower."

"Lord Rum, look..."

Rum frowned, unwilling to let himself look like that.

It seems we can only rely on APTX4869.

He said, "Let me think about it... Go and prepare an eye-tracking system and a voice control system for me so that I can operate the computer."

"Yes, Mr. Rum." After seeing that the other party had no other requests, the assistant took his leave.

Rum turned his head and stared intently at the setting sun outside the window, the hatred in his eyes seeming to materialize.

But he knew he had to lie low for now.

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Let's go back to three days after Emi Shiraishi bombed Rum Estate.

After things calmed down, he arranged to meet Vermouth.

A high-end club in Tokyo.

A crystal chandelier cast a soft light overhead, and Shiraishi E leaned lazily against the leather sofa, her slender fingers gently tapping the rim of a whiskey glass.

The door to the private room was pushed open, and Vermouth strode in, her high heels clicking on the floor.

"Tell me the truth!" She ripped off her sunglasses as soon as she entered, her long blonde hair swaying with her agitation. "Did you do the things at Rum Estate?"

Shiraishi E tilted her head back and drank the wine in her glass, then laughed and said, "I did it."

He grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth: "How about that, isn't it awesome?"

"..." Vermouth was speechless. This guy actually admitted it so readily?

She sat down on the sofa next to her, poured herself a glass of wine, and said, "Do you know that the organization has now listed you as an SSS-level threat target?"

"Oh?" Shiraishi E immediately became interested and asked, "Then how much is my head worth?"

Vermouth chuckled and took a sip of red wine: "Not a single penny!"

Shiraishi E raised an eyebrow: "Hmm? What's going on?"

Vermouth looked at him with amusement: "The orders from above are absolute: retreat immediately upon seeing you, and there will be no accountability for mission failure."

"Hahaha!" Shiraishi E laughed: "So, I've become Namikaze Minato?"

Vermouth asked, puzzled, "Minato Namikaze? Which organization is he from? I've never heard of him."

Shiraishi waved her hand: "That's not important. Do me a favor and check if Rum is really dead."

Vermouth's eyes widened in disbelief. "You blew up my boss, and you expect me to help you? Aren't you afraid I'll call Gin right now?"

Shiraishi E smiled and said, "You're a smart person. You should know what's best for you!"

Vermouth nodded with a smile in her eyes: "It seems you know me quite well."

She picked up her glass of red wine and downed it in one gulp: "Okay, I'll let you know as soon as I have any news... I'm leaving now, I can't disappear for too long, it wouldn't be good if I aroused suspicion."

With that, she waved, got up, and left, her steps much lighter than when she left.

(End of this chapter)