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

Chapter 524 Pisco, Dead (2nd Update)
"boom--!!"

The grenade exploded at the end of the corridor, the flash and shockwave tearing a gruesome crack in the wall.

Vermouth, Pisco, Ireland, and Curaçao were terrified by the sudden burst of firepower.

"Split up! Don't let him wipe them all out!" Pisco shouted.

Everyone else, without him even having to say it, had already found a way out for themselves.

Vermouth, her blond hair flying, darted into the side corridor; Ireland burst through the fire escape door; and Curaçao leaped over an overturned luggage cart with the agility of a cheetah.

Only Pisco – this veteran assassin nearing seventy – was ultimately a step too slow.

But even without that slight delay, Kudo Yusaku's primary target was still the other person!

He knew all too well that this assassination attempt was absolutely orchestrated by the other side.

Only a senior member like Pisco would have such a motivation!
Yusaku Kudo's eyes sharpened, and he made a decision in an instant: give chase on Pisco!
Upon noticing this, Ireland exclaimed with a grim expression, "Pisco!!"

He knew that Pisco was likely in grave danger this time.

But he didn't stop at all, turning around to save the other party's ferocity.

The most important thing for someone in the assassin business is to be clear-headed.

Respect is one thing, and worship is another.

When it comes to my own life, I'm sorry, but saving my life is the priority.

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Yusaku Kudo caught up with Pisco and, without hesitation, turned his gun around, locking the grenade launcher onto the slightly hunched figure.

Pull the trigger, and the grenade roars out!

"boom!"

The grenades roared out!

Although Pisco was old, his killer instincts, honed over thirty years, remained. With a slight twitch of his ears, he judged the trajectory of the grenade almost the instant it left the barrel, and lunged forward!
"Boom!!"

The blast wave threw him into the air, his back slamming against the wall, a sharp pain shooting through his ribs. But he gritted his teeth, got up, and continued to stumble forward.

"Cough cough... My old bones can't take this much..." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a self-deprecating laugh, but dared not stop walking.

"Tsk, the old man is quite good at hiding." Yusaku snorted coldly, quickly caught up, and reloaded.

Aim, design!
The second grenade!
Pisco heard the mechanical sound behind him, his heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly turned into a side road.

The grenade grazed the corner of the wall and exploded, sending shards of debris flying and leaving several bloody scratches on his face.

"Damn it... this isn't going to work!"

He abruptly stopped, pressed his back against the wall, and gasped for breath. His opponent could make countless mistakes, but he—if he were hit even once, he would surely die!
“We must fight back!”

He trembled as he pulled out his pistol, his eyes filled with malice as he lay in ambush around the corner, waiting for Yusaku to catch up so he could blow his head off!
however--

"Boom-boom!!!"

The third grenade hit the corner directly!

"What?!" Pisk's pupils shrank, he never expected the other side to be so cautious, not even turning around, and firing directly!

His survival instinct made him take off again!

But this time, he was a step too slow.

"boom--!!"

The shockwave from the explosion threw him into the air, first slamming him against the ceiling before crashing to the ground.

"Ahem——!"

Blood gushed from his mouth, at least three ribs were broken, and his left arm was twisted at an odd angle.

A body in its sixties or seventies can no longer withstand such devastation.

Yusaku Kudo walked slowly over, his boots making a screeching sound as they stepped on the broken glass. He looked down at the dying Pisco, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Pisco reached out with trembling hands to touch the pistol that had fallen to the side, but Yusaku kicked it away.

"Why bother?" Yusaku sighed. "I'm just a temporary second-in-command who was parachuted in. I'll be gone sooner or later... Why do you have to be so ruthless?"

Pisco coughed up blood and laughed bitterly, "Ha... what do you think the BOSS put you in this position for? It's to... clean up us old guys!"

Yuzuru frowned: "Actually, we can cooperate."

"Naive!" Pisco hissed. "This isn't a power struggle...it's a matter of life and death! Even if I back down, the people behind me won't stand for it!"

Yuzak paused, then smiled wryly: "Yes... your subordinates are unwilling to back down and give up their power."

Just then, Shiraishi E strolled over slowly, her face, clad in a bandit mask, approaching Pisk and saying mockingly, "Hey, isn't this Pisk? Why are you lying on the ground?"

Pisco stared at him, unwilling to admit it: "Thugs... if you hadn't suddenly intervened..."

Shiraishi shrugged: "What do I care? I'm just a deliveryman. If it were me, I'd start with zero frames and fire four rockets right off the bat. Do you think you'd have a chance to dodge?"

"What?! You're just here to deliver goods?"

Piske was struck dumb, his face contorting instantly.

—They were scared out of their wits? If they had known that the thugs were just there to deliver weapons, the four of them working together, even with only pistols, could have definitely killed Kudo Yusaku!
“Heh…heh heh…” Pisco suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, his laughter filled with regret and despair, saying, “I’m old, I’m old after all!”

"I've lost the daring and fighting spirit I had when I was young!"

"If I were younger... I would have fought to the death!"

Yusaku shook his head and raised his pistol.

"boom!"

Gunshots echoed, and then silence fell.

Shiraishi E said with a hint of surprise, "You're quite efficient, great writer."

Yusaku looked at Pisco and sighed, "He had no choice... neither did I."

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On the other side, Curaçao moved with astonishing speed through the chaotic corridor, her figure flashing like a ghost into a secluded suite.

This was a safe house she had prepared in advance, containing enough equipment to allow her to escape unscathed.

She deftly pulled off her black trench coat, revealing a tight-fitting tactical uniform, and then took out a folding hang glider from the closet.

This equipment is specially designed to deploy quickly at high altitudes, allowing her to escape the danger zone in the shortest possible time.

"There's no time..."

She quickly donned the hang glider, checked the harness and controls to ensure everything was in order. Then, without hesitation, she opened the French doors and stepped onto the edge of the balcony.

A cold wind howled, and hundreds of meters above the ground, Curaçao took a deep breath, her eyes cold and resolute.

"Goodbye, everyone."

She leaped and jumped off the edge of the tall building!
In the instant of freefall, Curaçao spread her arms, and the glider unfolded fully with a "whoosh," instantly lifting her body up with the airflow.

She adjusted her angle, gliding like an eagle towards a safe distance.

But her mission was not over yet.

She turned to look at the twin towers, a cold smile playing on her lips.

"It's time to finish."

Without hesitation, she pressed the detonator in her hand.

"boom--!!!"

The first explosion rang out from the ground floor, the entire building shook violently, the glass curtain wall shattered instantly, and flames engulfed the corridors and emergency exits like a monstrous beast.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions followed, and the entire building was engulfed in flames within seconds.

"Boom--!!"

The load-bearing structure cracked in the explosion, the building began to collapse, steel bars twisted and broke, and concrete blocks rained down.

The entire skyscraper emitted a chilling groan as it slowly tilted, like a dying beast.

Ireland had just rushed out of the safety passage when he was thrown to the ground by the shockwave of the explosion. Looking up, he saw that Curaçao had already glided far away, and the entire building was collapsing!
"Curaçao!! You bitch—!!"

He roared in fury, wishing he could curse her with the most vicious words.

"May your future children be born without an anus!!!"

But right now, escaping is the priority.

He gritted his teeth, got up, quickly deployed his hang glider, and leaped out of the building. In the howling wind, he barely managed to maintain his direction, gliding towards the nearest building, cursing Curaçao's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his mind.

Instead of a hang glider, Vermouth opted for a more traditional and safer parachute. She calmly calculated the wind direction and landing point before leaping from a high vantage point.

"Shh-"

The parachute deployed successfully, and her body was suddenly pulled, reducing her descent speed.

However, just as she breathed a slight sigh of relief—

"Hey!"

A flying piece of metal shard grazed the parachute, instantly tearing a large gash in the canopy!

Vermouth's pupils contracted, and her expression changed drastically.

"Oops……"

Her descent speed began to increase, and the city streets below were getting closer and closer...

As Curaçao glided, he glanced back at the collapsed building, his eyes showing no remorse.

"Vermouth, Ireland... blame yourselves for not being fast enough."

She believed that Rum and Boss would understand her choice—sacrificing a few for greater benefits.

It would all be worth it if Kudo Yusaku and that damned thug were blown to bits.

She adjusted her direction and glided towards the designated rendezvous point, her figure gradually disappearing.

(End of this chapter)