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

Chapter 600 Handling Business Officially (2 Updates)
In a suite at a five-star hotel in Yokohama, Emi Shiraishi leaned lazily against the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, constantly switching news channels with the remote control in her hand.

Every television station was broadcasting the same explosive news: "Unidentified missiles attack US military base in Yokohama, US-Russia relations deteriorate sharply."

He took a sip of chilled whiskey, his phone clipped to his ear. Sonoko's concerned voice came through the receiver: "Hey! Are you three really alright?! The news says the base has been completely destroyed!!"

"Yes, they're all alive," Shiraishi E said calmly. "But the 'memory Easter egg' is lost; I didn't have time to find it when I ran away."

"At this point, we don't need to worry about that damn egg!" Sonoko said, completely unconcerned about the treasure worth over a hundred million. "As long as you're all safe! By the way, how did you escape? The situation was so dangerous!"

Shiraishi E swirled her glass, the ice clinking: "How else could I escape? I fought my way out, of course."

He chuckled and said, "I even got arrested and interrogated by the US military halfway through, but guess what? I fought my way out of there! Isn't that amazing!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then Sonoko suddenly burst into a frustrated scream: "Aaaaaah! I missed something so exciting!! It's all that damn Kaito Kid's fault!!"

"That bastard knocked me out and shoved me into the car!"

"By the time I woke up, the driver had already taken me back to Tokyo! Otherwise, I would definitely have fought my way in and out of the city with you guys seven times over!!"

Shiraishi E couldn't help but laugh out loud. Just as she was about to respond, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Wait a moment," he said into the phone, then went to open the door in his slippers.

Kazuha and Natsumi Kosaka stood outside the door, both dressed in casual T-shirts and shorts, carrying convenience store plastic bags containing five or six cans of beer, potato chips, dried squid, and even a box of premium sushi platter.

"Shiro, Shiroishi-kun..." Kazuha held up the bag somewhat awkwardly, "We wanted to thank you..."

Natsumi Kosaka said shyly, "Um... is this convenient?"

“Of course it’s convenient.” Shiraishi E stepped aside to let the two in, and hurriedly said into the phone, “Sonoko, I’ll hang up now.”

Without waiting for the other party's protest, he pressed the end button.

"Excuse me..." Kazuha tiptoed into the suite.

Natsumi Kosaka, however, was more focused on the television news. The screen was showing satellite images of a US aircraft carrier battle group approaching the Sea of ​​Japan, with captions reading "Russia denies missile attack, US president says he will take all necessary measures."

"Have a seat." Shiraishi E took out a glass. "I'm hungry too."

The three sat around the coffee table. Kazuha carefully opened the beer can, and just as the foam overflowed, a sound of an explosion suddenly came from the television—it was a news replay of the attack on the base.

"Pfft!" Kazuha's hand trembled, and half of the beer spilled.

While quickly grabbing a tissue to wipe herself, Natsumi Kosaka also focused half of her attention on the television.

The television program switched to an expert analysis segment, where a retired U.S. military general was pointing at satellite images and speaking eloquently: "Judging from the shape of the crater, this is clearly a characteristic of the 'Bulava' missile..."

Listening to the news on TV, Kazuha and Natsumi Kosaka were still shaken, so they quickly drank two glasses of beer to calm their nerves.

They dared not think about anything tonight, they just wanted to drink more and forget what happened this morning.

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The morning sunlight streamed into the suite through the gaps in the curtains, and Shiraishi E slowly opened his eyes. His left arm was being held down by Kazuha, while his right leg was being used as a pillow by Kosaka Natsumi.

The two girls were fast asleep, breathing evenly, clearly exhausted from last night's alcohol and fright.

Shiraishi E gently pulled herself out and casually picked up her phone from the bedside table.

The moment the screen lit up, more than a dozen news notifications popped up in succession—

US-Russia Joint Statement: Joint Investigation into Yokohama Air Base Attack

Mysterious officer Sileuf reportedly ordered missile launch without authorization.

Interpol issues red notice for arrest.

…………

He scrolled through the news details, a cold smile playing on his lips. The report stated that after all-night consultations, Russia and the United States reached a consensus—the attack was not a state act, but rather "the unauthorized action of individual officers."

The commander of the Borei submarine has confirmed that it was indeed Sireuf who issued the launch command using a special frequency band.

"The person is dead, why issue an arrest warrant?" Shiraishi chuckled softly, tossing her phone aside. The sound of water in the bathroom stopped for a moment, and when Shiraishi came out wrapped in a towel, Kazuha was still fast asleep.

In the hotel's buffet restaurant, Shiraishi E sat alone by the window.

A standard Western breakfast was laid out in front of him—bread, sausage, fried egg, and a cup of black coffee.

Most of the diners around were scrolling through their phones, with only occasional whispers of discussion about last night's news.

"Have you heard? Russia denies launching the missile..."

"The US military has even captured footage of the submarine!"

"The Prime Minister's Office just issued a statement saying..."

Shiraishi E slowly picked out the fish bones when she suddenly caught a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye—Pu Si Qinglan was carrying a tray toward the food area. She was dressed differently today: short, neat hair, a dark gray suit, looking like an ordinary businesswoman.

Their eyes met briefly in the air. Pu Siqinglan's pupils suddenly contracted, and her plate clattered to the ground. Without even picking it up, she turned and strode quickly toward the exit.

Shiraishi E didn't give chase, but instead scooped up a spoonful of miso soup and muttered to herself, "So she's still alive..."

He already knew that Pu Siqinglan would be at this hotel, which is why he chose to stay here!

Just as Shiraishi E was eating her third slice of pickled radish, a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the window!
"boom--!!"

The entire building was shaking, and the chandeliers were swaying violently.

The diners, filled with curiosity, flocked to the window.

In the parking lot, a black Mercedes was engulfed in flames, with debris flying dozens of meters away.

"There's someone in the car!" a waitress screamed, pointing at the fire.

A figure was indeed struggling in the driver's seat, but was quickly engulfed by flames. Someone in the crowd shouted, "It's a short-haired foreigner! I saw him!"

"What's going on? How could there be an explosion?"

"Is that even a question? Someone definitely planted a bomb on purpose!"

"Huh? Just to blow up a pretty girl?"

"How would I know."

"........."

Shiraishi E didn't glance at the explosion outside, but continued eating her breakfast.

One of the guests was right.

Yes, this is revenge.

But it wasn't his revenge; it was Kudo Yusaku's revenge.

With Pu Si Qinglan gone, Shiraishi E naturally stopped paying attention to her and simply let Kudo Yusaku handle things officially.

Kudo Yusaku was also very efficient, and Lierkang handled things strictly by the book.

Find the person, plant a bomb in the car, and with a bang, the person is gone!

Pu Siqinglan's last-minute desertion left Shiraishi E speechless.

Girls like Xiaolan and Yuanzi have encountered similar situations, but they didn't run away, right?
I still choose to fight to the end with myself.

The other side, on the other hand, ran incredibly fast!

Without a second's hesitation.

Therefore, courage has nothing to do with how capable you are.

(End of this chapter)