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

Chapter 475 If you were a ruthless bandit, would they dare kidnap Yukiko? (1st update)
Shiraishi E pushed open the wooden door of the Amber Bar and entered.

His gaze swept across the slightly crowded room, finally settling on Yusaku Kudo, and then he walked over.

To his surprise, Kogoro Mouri was also there.

The other person was holding a wine glass with a flushed face, mumbling something indistinctly, clearly having already drunk quite a bit.

"Detective Mouri, I didn't expect to see you here." Shiraishi E saw that there was a seat between the two of them, so she sat down and ordered a whiskey from the bartender.

"Yeah, I happened to run into Kudo, so I had a couple of drinks with him!" Kogoro Mouri said, raising his hand as if to say hello.

The two were very familiar with each other and had a life-or-death bond, so there was no need for formalities!

"Oh, you've even changed your watch and clothes? You're quite knowledgeable, aren't you?" Shiraishi E touched Kogoro Mouri's brand-new suit; his entire demeanor was different.

"Hehe, that's right!" Kogoro Mouri said smugly, "You have no idea how many people hit on me today!!"

He wanted to say something more suggestive, but seeing Yusaku beside him, he worried that he would tell Yukiko, and if Yukiko told Eri, he would be the one to suffer.

So he swallowed those lewd words and planned to say them later when it was just the two of them.

Reading the air is a skill that all Japanese people possess, and Kogoro Mouri also sensed that the two had something to talk about, so he took the initiative to say goodbye and leave: "It's getting late, so I'll be going now. Goodbye."

Yuzuru nodded: "Be careful on the road."

Kogoro Mouri waved his hand and staggered out of the bar.

Yusaku's smile vanished at that moment.

"Yukiko has been kidnapped," he said directly, his voice low and tense.

Shiraishi E's fingers paused slightly, then she continued drinking as if nothing had happened: "Oh? How did you disappear?"

Yusaku picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp; the clinking of ice cubes was exceptionally clear in the silence.

“It was that organization that did it,” he whispered, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. “They used this to blackmail me, demanding I either betray FBI intelligence, or…”

He didn't finish speaking, but Shiraishi E already understood what he meant.

"What specific intelligence do they want?" Shiraishi asked.

“I’d give the FBI false information and then wipe them all out.” Yusaku smiled wryly. “If I actually did that, the FBI wouldn’t let me off the hook. But if I didn’t, Yukiko would…”

He didn't say the rest aloud, but he believed the other person would understand.

He said with a headache, "I don't know what to do, so I wanted to talk to you and ask for your opinion."

Shiraishi E slowly took a sip of her drink, then put down her glass, smiled, and looked at Yusaku, saying, "After all this talk, the essence of the problem is actually very simple."

Yusaku frowned: "What?"

“You’re too weak,” Shiraishi E said calmly. “That’s why they dared to touch the people around you!”

Yuzuo paused, somewhat disagreeing with this viewpoint.

Shiraishi continued, "If you were the ruthless bandit Azu, do you think any organization would dare to mess with you? Would they dare to kidnap Ms. Yukiko?"

These words immediately silenced Yusaku.

He had to admit that Shiraishi E was right.

The reason why an organization dares to attack you is because it knows you are weak and can be manipulated at will.

Although he could ask other friends for help, his deterrent power was ultimately not as strong as that of the ruthless bandit.

The threat posed by explosions and death is very direct and easily instills fear!

Shiraishi E stood up and tossed down a few banknotes: "Let's go."

Yuzuo looked up: "Where to?"

"I'll show you something." Shiraishi E walked towards the door without turning her head.

Yusaku hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Shiraishi E drove her car towards a secluded area.

During this journey, Yusaku keenly sensed that someone was following him.

"We're being watched," Yusaku whispered a warning.

Shiraishi E chuckled lightly: "I noticed a while ago... Daring to follow me? You've got some nerve." As he spoke, he swiftly turned around, drew his gun, aimed, and executed the action in one fluid motion!
After a belated realization, Yusaku quickly said, "Don't kill her!"

Shiraishi then slightly shifted the muzzle of her gun and accurately shot out the tire of the pursuer's vehicle.

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, followed by the vehicle swaying from side to side before finally crashing headfirst into an unfortunate shop.

The fashionable woman who had been following them jumped out of the car in a panic and ran into the alley without looking back.

Shiraishi glanced at the rearview mirror, holstered her gun, turned to look at Yusaku, and gave a carefree smile: "Done."

Yusaku experienced firsthand the “lawlessness” that Conan had mentioned.

He took a deep breath to compose himself and said, "Have you always been this... arrogant?"

Shiraishi E smiled and said, "Everyone does it this way when the cameras don't reach! You have to get used to it."

"..." Yusaku found himself unable to refute it!
Because that's how Yukiko was kidnapped, he didn't even dare to call the police.

He discovered that his old detective methods for solving cases were no longer effective here.

Those guys in the organization don't give you any clues or logic.

They can do whatever they want!
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The cold wind from the abandoned docks in Tokyo Bay carried the salty smell of the sea.

Shiraishi E's car stopped in front of a rusty warehouse. He turned off the engine, got out, and gestured for Yusaku to follow.

"Where is this...?" Yusaku looked around, lowering his voice warily.

Shiraishi E did not answer, but simply took a key out of her pocket and inserted it into the lock of the warehouse door.

With a soft click, the heavy iron door slowly opened, and darkness surged out like a tide.

"Snapped--"

Shiraishi E pressed the switch on the wall, and in an instant, the blinding incandescent light illuminated the entire warehouse.

Yusaku's pupils suddenly contracted.

—This is an armory.

From floor to ceiling, all kinds of weapons are neatly displayed: AK-47 assault rifles, M4 carbines, MP5 submachine guns, Desert Eagle pistols, and even several boxes of grenades and C4 plastic explosives.

In the most conspicuous position, three RPG-7 rocket launchers were prominently displayed, their black launch tubes gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the lights.

"How was it?" Shiraishi E leaned against the door, a playful smile on her lips. "Was that enough to 'reason' with the organization?"

Yusaku slowly walked into the warehouse, his fingertips gently tracing the rows of cold guns, the shock in his heart beyond words.

He never imagined that someone could stockpile such a large quantity of prohibited weapons in Tokyo, a city known for its strict order.

Shiraishi Eizo casually picked up a Glock 18, deftly pushed out the magazine to check the bullets, and then pushed it back in with a "click," his movements as natural and practiced as breathing.

“In terms of intellect, I may not be as good as you,” Shiraishi E tossed the pistol to Yusaku, “but in terms of problem-solving, I am better than you.”

Yusaku caught the pistol, and the heavy feel of it made him momentarily dazed.

Looking at the RPG rocket launcher, he put down his pistol, reached out and picked it up. The coldness of the metal came through his palm, and the weight made his arm feel slightly heavy.

This weight inexplicably gave him a sense of power within him!
A surge of anger!
What right do they have to kidnap my wife?

They dared to kidnap Yukiko today, forcing her to become an enemy of the FBI.

They dare to threaten him tomorrow to assassinate the prime minister and overthrow the government!
Wouldn't that make me a puppet to be manipulated at will?

While staging a good show with the FBI is one way, it incurs a favor that will have to be repaid later!

There's an old Chinese saying that goes, "A single punch can save you from a hundred more."

Yusaku slammed the rocket launcher onto the weapon crate, the loud clang of metal echoing through the warehouse.

His eyes sharpened: "Shiraishi-kun, you're right!! When dealing with these criminals, sometimes using your fists is really more effective than using your brain!"

A smile played on Shiraishi's lips as she said, "Need any help? I can provide some cover for you... but you'll need to pay me a commission!"

"Then I'll have to trouble you." Yusaku knew that he would have a hard time handling it alone, so he readily agreed.

Moreover, the other party had given him a warehouse full of weapons, so he couldn't just leave without saying anything!
(End of this chapter)