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

Chapter 523 The Bandits Arrive, Yusaku's Counterattack (1st Update)
"boom--!"

Ireland's fist slammed into Kudo Yusaku's abdomen, the intense pain causing him to groan as he fell heavily to the ground, his back hitting the cold marble floor with a dull thud.

"Ugh..." Yusaku gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, but his eyes remained calm as he tried to reach for the pistol that had fallen not far away.

Ireland sneered, strode forward, kicked the pistol away, then grabbed Yusaku by the collar and lifted him up.

“You’re not Pisco…” Ireland narrowed his eyes, his voice low and dangerous, “Who…are you really?”

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out, grabbed Yusaku's cheek, and forcefully ripped it open—

"His!"

An exquisitely crafted disguise mask was torn off, revealing Kudo Yusaku's face, which was slightly pale from pain.

Ireland's pupils contracted, then he grinned maliciously: "Heh... no wonder you suddenly disappeared, so you were disguised as Pisco!"

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Yusaku's mouth, but his eyes remained sharp. However, his heart had sunk to the bottom—he had been exposed and was completely isolated.

Ireland's expression gradually twisted, his eyes flashing with a savage light: "Dare to disguise yourself as the person I respect most? Very well... I won't let you die so easily."

Before he could finish speaking, his fist had already slammed into Yusaku's face!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One punch, two punches, three punches... Yusaku had several teeth knocked out, his eye cracked open, blood slid down his cheek, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and finally he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Ireland looked down at him, as if admiring his own masterpiece, and sneered, "How was it? Not bad, huh?"

Yusaku barely managed to lift his head, his vision blurred by blood loss. Just as he was about to speak, Ireland slapped him again.

"Heh heh, I'm not going to let you say that!" Ireland chuckled mockingly, raising her foot to kick him in the chest—

squeak-

Just then, a slow, heavy sound of a cart rolling came from the end of the corridor, like some kind of ominous premonition.

Ireland paused, then abruptly turned his head to look behind him.

A tall figure was pushing a metal cart, slowly walking towards them.

When he saw that familiar face, his pupils suddenly contracted, his whole body trembled, and his heart almost stopped beating for a moment!
—The notorious bandit Azu!
"Damn it... what is this guy doing here?!"

He screamed in terror, released Yusaku without hesitation, turned and fled at lightning speed, disappearing in an instant.

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In the presidential suite.

Ireland flung open the door and rushed in, his face ashen, his voice urgent: "Something's happened! The ruthless bandit Azu is here!"

Pisco, Curaçao, and Vermouth in the room looked up simultaneously, their previously murderous expressions freezing instantly, replaced by an undisguised fear.

Curaçao swallowed hard, then hesitated, "Are you... sure it's him?"

Ireland gritted his teeth: "I...I'm not quite sure. Why don't you go and check it yourself?"

Curaçao immediately shook her head, her attitude resolute: "What a joke! I don't want to go up against that madman!"

Piscoe was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Since he's here... let's leave."

Vermouth, unusually, showed a look of agreement, her voice low: "Yes, I'd rather give up this opportunity than fight that monster... He's not human at all."

Ireland clenched his fists in frustration: "But we went through so much trouble to build this up; if we let him get away, he'll definitely take our lives!!!"

Pisco suddenly revealed a sinister smile: "Who said... we were going to let him go?"

Ireland was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Pisco's eyes revealed cruelty as he said, "We leave...and then blow up the entire twin-tower skyscraper!"

Curaçao and Ireland exchanged a glance, a fierce glint flashing in their eyes simultaneously: "Fine!"

Vermouth frowned slightly, but ultimately did not object, only saying calmly, "Hurry up."

Ireland grinned and nodded: "Understood!"

After finalizing their plan, the four of them no longer hesitated.

Pisco threw a smoke grenade at the doorway, and thick smoke instantly filled the entire corridor. "Let's go!"

Taking advantage of the smoke, the four figures quickly rushed into the corridor and made their escape.

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"Oh, who is that person? Why did they stop fighting you halfway through?"

Wearing a bandit mask, Shiraishi E pushed a metal handcart, the wheels making a dull rolling sound on the carpet in the corridor.

The vehicle was piled high with all kinds of firearms and ammunition—assault rifles, shotguns, grenades, and even a few flashbangs; it was practically a small armory.

Yusaku Kudo slumped to the ground, half his face covered in blood, a bruise still clinging to his lip. He forced a bitter smile and said, "He's an Irish... Black Organization assassin, here specifically to kill me. There are three more like him in the room!!"

As he spoke, he thought of how such a skilled assassin had turned and run away without hesitation for even a second upon seeing the ruthless bandit Azu approaching.

This made him realize once again the intimidating power of the ruthless bandit Azu; he could scare people away without even lifting a finger!
Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E's eyes, hidden behind her mask, immediately curved into crescents, her tone laced with schadenfreude: "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to be so hated?"

Yuzuo took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his face, and sighed: "Parachuted leaders are disliked everywhere, both in ancient and modern times, in China and abroad."

Shiraishi glanced at his horrific injuries, casually bought a first-aid kit from the Bandit Mall and tossed it over: "You still dare to take this hot potato? You've got some nerve."

Yusaku took the first-aid kit, said thank you, and skillfully stopped his bleeding and bandaged himself. He said helplessly, "I had arranged for the FBI to protect me secretly, but something went wrong... I was knocked unconscious by a friend of mine."

"..." Shiraishi E raised an eyebrow, feeling inexplicably guilty.

oh!!

After all that, it turned out that Kudo Yusaku almost lost his life because he took down those FBI agents.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "You should have said so earlier! If you had said you needed it urgently, I would have just pushed this rocket launcher to the rescue!"

Yusaku gave a wry smile: "Sigh, I never expected it to turn out like this."

Shiraishi pushed the cart in front of him: "Here, all the goods you wanted are here. You can rest assured now."

Yuzuo quickly checked his equipment, grabbed his bulletproof vest and put it on immediately, only then did his tense nerves relax slightly.

—A sense of security really does come down to physical defense!
But at this moment——

"Dangdang!"

A smoke grenade rolled out from a gap in the wall next to the presidential suite, and thick grayish-white smoke instantly filled the entire corridor!

"Damn it! They're trying to escape!" Yusaku's eyes sharpened as he realized the assassins' plan.

He turned around to take the rocket launcher down, but when he thought about how heavy it was and how he would have to load it with shells, he reluctantly gave up.

He grabbed an MP5 submachine gun from the cart, picked up two magazines, and rushed into the smoke without saying a word!

At this moment, the usually elegant and composed mystery writer could no longer contain himself and began to run and curse wildly:
"Bastards!! Don't even think about running! I'm going to kill you all today!!"

Da da da da da—! !

The submachine gun spat fire, and bullets poured out like a storm, sending shards of stone flying from the corridor walls!
Shiraishi E clapped her hands with delight, slowly pushing her cart to catch up, and thoughtfully called out, "Don't rush, don't rush! There's plenty of ammo!!"

Upon hearing this, Yusaku immediately pulled the trigger and refused to let go.

He emptied a magazine in less than three seconds, then reloaded, chambered a round, and continued firing in one smooth motion!
When the bullets run out, the thugs will replenish them.

At that moment, Yusaku Kudo understood.

No amount of strategy or psychological warfare can compare to the thrill of pulling the trigger and turning the enemy into sieves with a storm of metal!

No wonder the ruthless bandits are so arrogant—the joy of unlimited firepower is truly addictive!

"Hahaha! Another burst!" Yusaku was getting into the swing of things when he suddenly noticed a grenade launcher hidden at the bottom of the cart. His eyes lit up: "Good stuff!"

Shiraishi E gave a thumbs up: "You have good taste!!"

Pisco's furious roar echoed from afar: "Madmen! Both of them are madmen! Split up and run!!"

Actually, he didn't even need to say it; the other three members had already scattered and run away.

At this moment, Yusaku was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, hoisting a grenade launcher and grinning maliciously: "Scatter and run? Useless!! They're all going to die!!"

(End of this chapter)