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

Chapter 611 Are you kidding me? Fine, I'll play along (1st update)
The afternoon sunlight in Beika Town streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the café. Nakata Joji sat in a corner, wearing headphones, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

His phone screen was playing a live news broadcast—a large number of police cars were speeding towards Beihu Shopping Plaza, their sirens piercing the sky.

"Ha, a bunch of idiots." A sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips as he picked up his coffee and took a sip. "They can't even figure out such a simple code."

He leisurely browsed the discussions on social media platforms, where netizens were speculating about the authenticity of the bombing announcement, while the police were completely fooled by his false clues.

A twisted sense of pleasure welled up inside Nakata Joji. Three years ago, he had just played a trick on the police in the same way, and today, history was repeating itself.

"Which policeman will it be this time?" he murmured to himself, a morbid excitement flashing in his eyes!

However, just as he was basking in his triumph—

"Snapped!!"

A slender yet incredibly strong hand suddenly pressed down on the back of his head, slamming his face hard onto the table!
The scalding coffee splashed onto his face, causing him to let out a piercing scream.

"Ahhhh——!"

Nakata Joji struggled to lift his head, and through his blurred vision, Sato Miwako's icy face was inches away.

Her eyes were sharp as knives, and her voice was low and dangerous: "Nakata Joji, you're under arrest."

"You...you've mistaken me for someone else! I'm innocent—" He was about to argue when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his abdomen!
"Well!!"

Shiraishi E's fist slammed heavily into his stomach, and Nakata Joji immediately curled up in pain, unable to even speak.

Sato Miwako deftly pulled out handcuffs, snapped them onto his wrists, and then showed her police ID to the alarmed customers around her: "Police are on duty, please do not panic."

The café was completely silent; everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

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Inside the unfinished building, Nakata Joji was roughly thrown to the ground, the dust making him cough repeatedly.

He managed to lift his head and saw Miwako Sato staring down at him, while Emi Shiraishi leaned against the wall, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Tell me! Where is the other bomb?" Sato Miwako grabbed his collar, her voice trembling slightly with anger.

A sly glint flashed in Nakata Joji's eyes. He grinned, revealing his bloodied lips, and suddenly laughed: "Officer, what you're doing is torture..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, "If something happens to me, no one will know about that bomb."

Sato Miwako's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but her professional ethics made her forcefully suppress the urge to throw a punch.

Seeing that she remained silent, Nakata Joji became even more smug: "Let me go, and I promise to tell you the location of the bomb. Otherwise..."

He grinned sinisterly, "Those people who were killed in the bombing, you were the one who caused it!!"

"You bastard!" Sato Miwako's pretty face turned red with anger after hearing this.

And in the very next second...

"boom!"

Shiraishi E's fist slammed into his face, sending him flying.

“Officer Sato,” Shiraishi E slowly flexed her wrists, “I’ll handle this kind of scum.”

Nakata Joji spat out a mouthful of blood and threatened menacingly, "Try hitting me again?"

"Snapped!"

Shiraishi E slapped him hard across the face, making him dizzy.

"Try it then, what can you do about it?" Shiraishi E squatted down, patted his face with her hand, her words full of provocation!
"You bastard!! You're dead!" Nakata Joji roared angrily, "I will absolutely not reveal the location of the other bomb!!"

"Fine, I won't talk then. What does it have to do with me?" Shiraishi E sneered. "I didn't plant the bomb. No matter how you calculate these lives, it won't be my fault!"

Nakata Joji's eyes widened in disbelief: "You...you're a police officer!"

He roared, "Those lives—" "Am I trying to interrogate them?" Shiraishi E asked innocently, "I have a clear conscience!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly lifted his foot—

"Crack!"

Amidst a sickening cracking sound, Nakata Joji's lower leg bent at an eerie angle.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

A piercing scream echoed through the empty, unfinished building.

Nakata Joji was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and his face was covered in snot and tears.

He looked at Miwako Sato in horror, only to find that she simply turned her face away indifferently—acquiescing to everything.

"You...you're breaking the law!" he stammered, "I'm going to sue you—"

Shiraishi grabbed his hair and forced him to look up: "Sue me? You'll have to go see a lawyer first!"

"Now, who knows you're here?"

He leaned close to Nakata Joji's ear and whispered, "Even if you die here, no one will call the police for you!"

These words finally broke down Nakata Joji's psychological defenses.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" he cried out in despair, "It's in the rice cooker on the second floor of Mihua Department Store, second row from the left! Please stop hitting it!"

After receiving the address, Miwako Sato clenched her fist in delight!

She quickly took out her phone and called Inspector Megure, saying, "Inspector, I just received information that there's a bomb in the rice cooker in the second row on the left side of the second floor of Beika Department Store!"

Nakata Joji said painfully, "I...I've already given you the address, you...you need to take me to the hospital for treatment right away!"

Seeing this, Sato Miwako was about to step forward, but was stopped by Shiraishi E.

He said with a playful expression, "Don't rush, what if he's lying to us and wants us to take him to the hospital so he can appear in the public eye?"

Upon hearing this, Nakata Joji's expression changed, and he said, "You bastard! Don't talk nonsense! I just want my foot to get treatment so it won't cause problems for the rest of my life!!"

"If my foot never heals, you'll be responsible!!"

"Heh, I'll take responsibility then." Shiraishi E chuckled dismissively and said, "It's just a matter of paying tens of millions of yen. Do you think I can't afford to pay that?"

"Besides, even if I compensate you, you'll have to spend the rest of your life in jail before you can enjoy the good fortune!"

Nakata Joji's face instantly turned ugly. Before he could think of anything else, Shiraishi E impatiently kicked him and said, "Shut up, or I'll break your other leg!"

Nakata Joji shut his mouth in alarm and clenched his fists nervously.

Miwako Sato chose to protect E Shiraishi's actions!
Because she had realized that this guy was the type who responded to force but not gentleness.

The police's approach was completely useless!
We have to be ruthless!
Although it's against the rules, she's prepared to accept the punishment!

About ten minutes later, Miwako Sato received a call from Juzo Megure.

Upon hearing the contents, her expression changed drastically: "What? They didn't find the bomb?"

Upon hearing this, Nakata Joji's face flashed with panic. He then looked at Shiraishi E and noticed a strange, playful expression on her face.

Shiraishi E gestured for Sato Miwako to hang up the phone, then grabbed Nakata Joji's hair and laughed, "You're messing with me, aren't you? Fine, I'll play along!"

Nakata Joji felt a strong sense of unease. He panicked and quickly said, "I...I really did! I might have remembered the location wrong—"

Shiraishi E ignored his explanations and dragged him into the car like a dead dog: "Go to the river... find a deserted riverbank!"

After getting into the car, Sato Miwako nodded, started the engine, and the car roared towards the suburbs.

(End of this chapter)