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

Chapter 495 Rena Mizunashi's Blame-Shifting (1st Update)
Tokyo, Sky Hotel, balcony of the presidential suite.

The night wind howled. Rena Mizunashi gripped the safety rope with one hand, while quickly adjusting the suction strength of the gloves with the other. Her breathing was slightly rapid, but her eyes were frighteningly calm.

"Damn it... who lives in here? They're so vigilant! And they're even carrying C4 bombs?"

She glanced back at the interior of the suite, and after confirming that her target was not following, she leaped without hesitation, her entire body pressed against the glass exterior wall.

The suction gloves clung firmly to the smooth glass, and she climbed down silently and nimbly like a nocturnal spider.

However, given the mission's failure, Gin is unlikely to accept an explanation so easily.

Her mind raced, and she quickly came up with a plan.

"Since we can't assassinate Shiraishi E... let's create another 'truth'."

She quickly changed direction, moved laterally, and slipped into the presidential suite on the next floor.

The rooms on this floor were brightly lit, and the faint sounds of men and women laughing and joking could be heard—clearly, this was an "entertainment venue" booked by a corporate executive.

Rena Mizunashi sneered, climbed onto the balcony, quickly tidied her appearance to make herself look like she had just been through a fierce battle. Then, she flung open the French doors and rushed inside!

"Huh?" This sudden situation immediately attracted the attention of the other men and women in the living room.

Rena Mizunashi rushed in, feigning panic, and pulled out a pistol, firing wildly as she shouted, "Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out, and three corporate executives who were embracing and joking with their female companions fell to the ground, their blood splattering on the expensive leather sofa.

This scene immediately caused the men and women to scream and scatter in all directions. Some crawled under the table, while others collapsed to the ground, rolling and crawling as they fled the room.

Those idiots who crawled under the table were shot dead without hesitation by Rena Mizunashi.

As for those who hid inside the rooms, they did not make a move.

Because they were eyewitnesses.

The more eyewitnesses there are, the more credible the story becomes.

Then, Rena Mizunashi began to stage a "fierce battle" in the hall.

She kicked over the coffee table, shattering glasses and bottles. Then, she lowered her voice and began her "conversation" in two completely different tones—

In Kiel's voice, angry and urgent: "Rye Whiskey! The organization will not let you, a traitor, get away with this!"

Then, Rena Mizunashi switched to a deep male voice and sneered, "I know the organization's style all too well... I knew you would send someone to silence me. I didn't expect it to be you, Kir."

Rena Mizunashi switched back to Kir's voice, gritting her teeth as she said, "You want to keep me here? It's not that simple!"

She was a little tired, after all, it had been a long time since she had practiced voice changing, so it was very strenuous.

But she still gritted her teeth and checked, her voice cold and resolute, in a male tone: "It's that simple."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly grabbed a vase from the table and smashed it against the wall. Then she fired two shots at the sofa, making the bullet holes and signs of a struggle look even more realistic.

Finally, she let out a painful groan, as if she had been struck, and staggered back to the edge of the balcony.

"Mission... failed." She muttered to herself, then flipped over and leaped off the balcony. Using the safety rope and suction gloves, she silently climbed back into her original suite, packed her things, and quickly left.

Ten minutes later, Rena Mizunashi drove the car away from the Sky Hotel and found a secluded spot.

She drew her pistol, attached the silencer, took a deep breath, and aimed it at her left shoulder—

"boom!"

The excruciating pain caused her to groan, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, not treating the wound immediately, but quickly dialing Gin's number.

"Beep-beep-"

The moment the call connected, her voice suddenly turned angry and weak: "Gin! You bastard, do you want me dead?!"

On the other end of the phone, Gin's voice remained icy: "Mission accomplished?"

"Done? Ha... Rye Whiskey was lying in wait right there! I almost got caught by him!"

Gin paused for a moment, his tone shifting slightly: "Is that traitor at the hotel?"

"Otherwise what?!" Rena Mizunashi's voice trembled with pain. "He knows the organization's methods all too well... I was shot by him! You better give me an explanation!"

Gin didn't respond immediately. After a moment, he said coldly, "Is that so? Then I'll send someone to check again." The call ended, and Rena Mizunashi let out a long sigh of relief, but her nerves remained tense.

He's passed the first hurdle, but Gin won't believe it easily.

She gritted her teeth and took out a black emergency kit from deep inside the wardrobe, which contained medical equipment of CIA agent standard.

She took out hemostatic gel and bandages and skillfully treated the gunshot wound on her shoulder.

The pain made her fingers tremble slightly, but her eyes remained unusually calm.

"Next... we just have to wait for Gin's investigation."

She knew very well that Gin would definitely send someone to the scene to verify. But as long as her "performance" was convincing enough, coupled with the testimonies of those eyewitnesses, her story would be highly credible.

As for not finding the traitor, Rye Whiskey... well, he's not stupid. After making such a commotion, he'd definitely run away.

With that thought in mind, she injected herself with morphine again to reduce the pain, and then drove back to her apartment.

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Tokyo, Sky Hotel, Presidential Suite Open-air Balcony.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and Eri Kisaki pressed herself close to Emi Shiraishi, their breathing still not fully calm.

"Has she left?" Eri asked in a low voice, her gaze sweeping warily across the night outside the balcony.

Shiraishi E did not answer immediately, but tilted her head slightly, her ear twitching as if trying to catch any unusual movement in the air.

A few seconds later, he responded in a low voice: "Maybe he left, maybe he didn't."

Eri Kisaki pursed her lips, her fingertips unconsciously tightening around Shiraishi E's sleeve.

She wasn't unfamiliar with danger, but this was the first time she had ever been in a situation where someone had infiltrated her at gunpoint and nearly lost her life.

"Now... what should we do?"

Shiraishi E's gaze remained fixed on the darkness outside the balcony, her voice so soft it almost blended into the wind: "Wait a little longer."

Eri Kisaki took a deep breath and nodded.

In the silence, her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to a few minutes earlier—

When the female assassin infiltrated the suite, she was chatting with Emi Shiraishi. Almost instantly, the assassin's eyes sharpened, and she made a move that Eri had never expected—

He grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him.

Eri Kisaki was stunned for several seconds before she reacted and instinctively tried to push him away.

But the moment her fingertips touched Shiraishi E's shoulder, she sensed something was amiss.

In the shadows of the living room, a figure was silently approaching.

At that moment, she instantly understood Shiraishi E's intention.

The two pretended to be intimate, but in reality, they used their body positions to secretly observe the assassin's movements.

That kiss not only misled the assassins about their alertness, but also gave them a crucial opportunity!
Just then, gunshots rang out from downstairs.

Shiraishi E then said, "Now we can confirm... that female assassin has left."

"Luckily, you reacted quickly enough," Eri said softly, her voice still slightly tense. "Otherwise—"

She didn't finish her sentence, but both of them knew the consequences.

Shiraishi E finally withdrew her gaze from the night and turned to look at Kisaki Eri.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly.

Eri Kisaki was taken aback: "What?"

"That kiss." Shiraishi E's thumb unconsciously brushed against her lower lip, her tone calm yet subtle: "I offended you in the heat of the moment."

Eri Kisaki was speechless. She hadn't expected Emi Shiraishi to bring this up at this time.

"What is a kiss compared to life?" She turned her face away, trying to appear calm as she straightened her disheveled collar, but couldn't hide the faint blush rising on the tips of her ears.

(End of this chapter)