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

Chapter 479 Vodka Catched by a Bullet in the Buttocks (1st Update)
Inside a suite on the 17th floor of the Empire State Building.

Vodka hung up Rum's call and turned to Gin respectfully, saying, "Boss Rum has confirmed the intelligence; the FBI agents are hiding on the 14th floor."

"I'll take my men down there right now and take care of all these guys!"

Gin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a lit cigarette between his fingers, the gray smoke swirling around his cold, handsome face.

He nodded slightly, his deep voice carrying a hint of displeasure: "Go."

Vodka accepted the order and quickly gathered his men to leave.

Gin gazed at the dazzling New York nightscape outside the window, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his golden pupils.

If he weren't worried about revealing his whereabouts and alerting the FBI agents, he would have personally taken action to make those reckless FBI agents disappear completely!

The elevator doors slowly opened on the 14th floor.

Before stepping out of the elevator, Vodka made a subtle gesture toward the security camera.

Vermouth, who was far away in the monitoring room, smiled slightly and her fingertips flew across the keyboard, instantly taking over the monitoring system on the 14th floor.

On the security personnel's screen, everything appeared normal, with no sign of anything unusual.

Vodka stepped out of the elevator, and the doors on both sides of the corridor opened silently, revealing more than twenty men in black who quickly assembled.

They were all dressed in black suits, with cold eyes, and holding pistols with silencers in their hands.

Clearly, they were all assassins carefully trained by the organization.

Vodka lowered his voice and quickly assigned tasks: "Group A will take those guest rooms, Group B will take those near the emergency exit, and Group C will follow me to raid the target rooms!"

After the distribution was completed, Vodka signaled for them to leave and begin their operation!

He led his men to room 1412, kicked open the door, and the other men in black filed in, their dark gun barrels pointed directly at the men inside.

"FBI guys, today is your death day!" Vodka sneered, raising his pistol, intending to execute them all.

However, the next second, his expression froze.

Because these people look ridiculous and bizarre, and there's no sign of them being secret agents.

Faced with the sudden situation, they didn't even have the thought to draw their guns; they were all completely terrified.

"Wait! We're not the FBI!" one of the men exclaimed, raising his hands in alarm. "We're from the Tokyo Comedians Association! We were just invited to a script discussion tonight!"

Vodka was taken aback. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the faces did indeed look somewhat familiar.

The man in black next to him exclaimed in a low voice, "Isn't that the host of 'Hilarious Assault Team'?! I know him."

"Yeah, yeah, I know him too! I've known this guy for ages, he's such a jerk, I've wanted to beat him up for ages!"

"Boss Vodka, they don't seem like FBI agents!"

"........."

Vodka's expression changed drastically upon hearing what the other men in black were saying.

He realized something was wrong and immediately pressed his earpiece: "Report from each group!"

"Team B reports: There are only some third-tier celebrities in the target room!"

"Group C too, it's full of big eaters!!"

Fell into a trap!
While Vodka was filled with doubt and suspicion, one of the "comedians," suppressing his fear, secretly pressed a button hidden in his sleeve for the sake of one million yen.

—The entire building was plunged into darkness in an instant!
"Damn it! A diversionary tactic!" Vodka roared, "Everyone, get back to the 17th floor immediately! Big Brother is in danger!"

After saying that, he lost interest in paying attention to the comedians and rushed out of the room.

However, just as he led his men towards the stairwell and pushed open the emergency door—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several gunshots pierced the darkness, and the three men in black at the front fell to the ground.

Vodka quickly took cover and roared, "Fight back!"

More than a dozen guns fired at the same time, bullets raining down in the narrow passage, riddling the metal door with holes, yet it remained as sturdy as ever.

Vodka was extremely anxious and worried about Gin's safety.

He gritted his teeth, stepped forward to push open the safety door, and slowly entered the safety passage, only to find that the gunman had already disappeared.

"Quick! Upstairs!" he urged his men to follow.

However, just as the men in black were pouring into the passage—

"Boom!" Several incendiary bombs were thrown from the building and exploded in the crowd!

The blazing flames instantly engulfed several men in black, their screams echoing in the confined space.

"Don't panic, don't panic, there's a fire extinguisher cabinet!" Someone managed to stay calm, quickly opened the cabinet, grabbed a fire extinguisher, and started spraying—

boom!
The fire extinguisher did not spray dry powder, but flammable gas!

The flames surged instantly, engulfing even more men in black!

When Vodka, who was running ahead, looked back and saw the sea of ​​fire behind him, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and a chill ran down his spine!
He secretly rejoiced that he had rushed ahead enough, otherwise he would have suffered the same fate.

He gritted his teeth, ignored the cries of agony, and continued climbing upwards, his heart filled with anxiety—how was Brother Gin?

Suddenly, power was restored, and the emergency exit lights came back on.

Vodka was overjoyed, but the next second—

"boom!"

A bullet precisely shattered the light bulb overhead, and darkness descended once more!
Vodka roared and fired several shots in the direction of the gunfire, but the other man dodged like a ghost and even shot him away with a backhand shot!

"Damn it!" Vodka roared and pounced on him!

However, the gunman's skills far exceeded his expectations.

The seemingly slender arm unleashed astonishing power, delivering a powerful elbow strike to Vodka's face!

He staggered backward, and before he could regain his balance, he was struck in the chest by a spinning kick and slammed heavily against the wall.

"Cough...!" Vodka spat out a mouthful of blood, a hint of horror finally appearing in his eyes!
Although it was only two moves, he had already realized the difference in strength between himself and his opponent!
We can't win, we simply can't win!
The other party didn't even take the opportunity to finish him off; it was clearly a taunt.

Realizing this, Vodka no longer hesitated.

He suddenly pulled out a grenade and roared, "Let's die together!"

However, Shiraishi was even faster—he grabbed his wrist with lightning speed and chopped down with a chop, instantly changing the grenade's owner!

Vodka was stunned.

He had been a gangster for many years and had never encountered such a terrifying opponent—he was completely powerless to fight back!

After pulling the pin, Shiraishi threw the grenade down the stairs.

Boom————

The wails downstairs immediately subsided considerably.

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?" Shiraishi E put away her pistol and said with considerable interest, "Use them all... otherwise, you won't be able to get up there!"

"Damn it! Stop being so arrogant!" Vodka roared, unleashing his inner power and throwing a punch.

"This isn't some shonen anime; yelling won't increase your fighting power." Shiraishi E chuckled and dodged to the side, delivering a powerful punch.

Vodka instantly collapsed to his knees in pain, the veins on his neck bulging.

"Since you have no more trump cards left, then you should die!" Shiraishi Ei pulled out a pistol, aimed it at Vodka's head, and was about to pull the trigger when...

Suddenly, a man in black, his entire body engulfed in flames, rushed out from the sea of ​​fire downstairs!
He endured the burning pain of the flames and lunged at Shiraishi E, attempting to take her down with him.

Seeing this, Shiraishi E turned the gun around and fired two shots, blowing the black-clad man's head off.

At that moment, Vodka suddenly burst out, scrambling and crawling towards the exit on the fifteenth floor.

"You can still move?" Shiraishi E was surprised. After taking the Liver Explosion Fist, he could still run so fast. Vodka's body is extraordinary.

He originally intended to shoot the other man in the head, or perhaps in the heart.

But Vodka is a seasoned killer; how could he not know this?
When he ran, he used all four limbs and stuck his butt out high, never exposing his head or heart!
This Shiraishi E painting made me laugh out loud.

That's why they say he's a seasoned assassin.

That's a really cool life-saving skill!

He could tell that Vodka had a strong will to survive.

Since the other party was just amusing him, he stopped cheating and started pulling the trigger repeatedly on the vodka's anus.

Bang bang bang! !
Vodka took the bullets with his buttocks, pushed open the emergency exit on the 15th floor, and ran out.

"Alright, I wish you all the best." Shiraishi E couldn't help but offer her blessing before turning and walking step by step toward the 17th floor.

(End of this chapter)