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

Chapter 622 Another stroke of good luck (2nd update)
Shinichi Kudo's back was pressed against the cold wall, his rapid breathing heaving violently in his chest.

The sounds of hurried footsteps and the cracking of bullets shattering wooden planks filled the air as two armed losers approached from the other end of the corridor.

"Damn it." Shinichi cursed under his breath, cold sweat trickling down his face.

He slipped into the storage room next door and groped for usable weapons in the darkness, but only found a few brooms and mops.

"Shinichi Kudo! Stop hiding!" a defiant shout echoed down the corridor. "Come out and face your death, or we might give you a quick death!"

Shinichi held his breath and saw two dark figures advancing alternately through the crack in the door, the muzzles of guns gleaming coldly in the dimly lit corridor.

He quietly retreated to the depths of the storage room, when he suddenly heard a soft knocking sound behind him—it was Heiji!

The two tacitly agreed to split up and escape, hoping to draw away their pursuers.

Shinichi climbed out of the back window and quickly moved through the bushes.

At this moment, he missed the equipment he had when he was smaller—the football boots that enhanced his kicking power, the belt that could shoot footballs, and the mobile phone-shaped rapid-fire tranquilizer gun.

Now, apart from his exceptional reasoning abilities, he is almost unarmed.

"boom!"

A bullet suddenly grazed his cheek, and a burning pain instantly shot through him.

Shinichi touched his face, his fingertips stained with warm blood.

He turned around abruptly and found that another eliminated player had appeared out of nowhere, raising his gun and aiming.

"Damn it, I missed!" The second eliminated contestant cursed as he caught up.

Shinichi was forced to change direction and slithered through the green belt surrounding the villa.

Three men surrounded him from behind in a fan shape, bullets constantly shattering the branches and leaves around him.

He dodged the gunfire with a sliding tackle and rolled down the slope, only to be blocked by the third eliminated player as he got up.

"Die, Shinichi Kudo!" The other party grinned maliciously as he pulled the trigger.

At the critical moment, Shinichi leaned back sharply, and the bullet whizzed past his nose.

He slid backward several meters due to inertia, his palms aching from the rough ground, but his survival instinct made him jump up immediately and continue to run for his life.

"Are you all crazy?" Xin yelled as he ran. "Why are you targeting me?"

"Because you're too famous!" the leader of the eliminated contestants gritted his teeth. "As long as you're around, we'll never have a chance to rise to the top!"

“Exactly!” another chimed in. “Kill you, and we can take your place!”

Shinichi was stunned and almost tripped over the tree roots under his feet.

What kind of absurd logic is this? He became famous for solving cases, but that became the reason for his murder?
"What does my cooking have to do with me?" he shouted angrily as he ran away, "You should use this time to read more mystery novels!"

Not far away, Shiraishi E saw what was happening on this side.

He watched the chase through the woods below.

Shinichi Kudo's disheveled figure weaved through the trees, with three gun-wielding eliminated contestants hot on his heels, bullets constantly shattering the branches around him.

Watching Shinichi Kudo narrowly dodge bullets multiple times, he couldn't help but mutter, "You kid are really over the top, not even getting hit at such close range... Is there anyone with such an arrogant protagonist's halo?"

After thinking it over, Shiraishi E decided not to help Shinichi directly. After all, if he couldn't even solve this small problem, how could he talk about destroying the organization?
He weighed the weapon in his hand, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "However, games that are too easy aren't fun."

"Shinichi, continue!"

Shiraishi suddenly shouted and threw the pistol into the woods.

His movements seemed casual, but he precisely calculated the landing point of the parabola—just in the position where Shinichi would have to risk a sprint to catch it.

Shinichi, who was running, turned around sharply when he heard the shout and his eyes lit up when he saw the gun spinning in the air and flying towards him.

But then his expression changed drastically—the gun's trajectory had clearly veered off course, landing in an open area with no cover whatsoever!

"Damn it!"

Shinichi gritted his teeth and cursed, but did not hesitate.

He abruptly changed direction, charging towards the open space amidst the pursuing bullets. Bullets kicked up a cloud of dust at his feet, one even tearing his trouser leg.

Just as he leaped into the air, his right hand finally gripped the gun handle firmly.

"boom!"

A bullet whizzed past his ear.

As soon as Shinichi landed, he rolled away and hid behind a thick oak tree. Leaning against the trunk, he panted heavily, but his grip on the gun remained unusually steady.

"I have a gun now!" Shinichi shouted a warning. "If you don't want to die, leave now! I can pretend nothing happened!"

A loud, arrogant laugh echoed from the woods.

"There are three of us and only one of you. How can you win?" the leader of the eliminated contestants mocked.

When Shinichi heard the footsteps begin to disperse, he immediately realized that the other side wanted to surround him.

He took a deep breath, knowing that passive defense would only lead to being slowly worn down.

"Fight!"

He suddenly burst out from behind the tree, his eyes meeting those of the first eliminated player who was flanking him from the right. Almost simultaneously, both men raised their guns—

"Bang! Bang!"

The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

Shinichi felt a burning pain in his neck as the bullet grazed his skin, drawing a string of blood beads.

Meanwhile, the eliminated contestant on the other side clutched his chest and slowly collapsed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Before Shinichi could recover, footsteps came from his left.

The second eliminated player had already circled around to his side and was pulling the trigger repeatedly.

"Go to hell, Shinichi Kudo!"

Just at this critical moment, Shinichi suddenly tripped over a protruding tree root.

He fell forward, having fired all his bullets.

As Shinichi fell to the ground, he rolled over and fired a shot—

"what!"

The second eliminated contestant screamed and dropped his gun to the ground.

He looked down at his bleeding thigh, and before he could react, Shinichi had already fired a second shot.

Shinichi had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt a cold, metallic object pressing against the back of his head.

"Shinichi Kudo," the smug voice of the third eliminated contestant came from behind, "I'm the winner!"

Shinichi froze, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He could clearly feel the other person's finger slowly tightening on the trigger.
“Click.”

The expected gunshot did not ring out; instead, a crisp click of a trigger clicked.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

This brief pause saved Shinichi's life.

He turned around abruptly, pressing the muzzle of his gun directly against the other man's chin.

“It seems,” Shinichi’s voice was as cold as ice, “that Lady Luck is on my side today.”

"wait--"

"boom!"

Gunshots echoed through the woods.

The third eliminated contestant stared wide-eyed, then collapsed to the ground, a bloody hole appearing on his forehead.

Shinichi slumped to the ground, the gun in his hand falling to the side. He trembled as he touched the wound on his neck, his fingertips stained with blood.

The fear of death suddenly overwhelmed him, almost suffocating him.

"Huff, huff."

He was panting heavily when he suddenly shouted, "Shiraishi! You bastard, you did this on purpose, didn't you?!"

"Why did you have to throw a gun at me when you could have just shot them?"

"Haha, isn't it because you were having so much fun?" Shiraishi E came out from the side, looking at Shinichi's disheveled appearance, and said with a playful look in her eyes, "But you really have some lucky streak."

"Okay, what would be a death sentence for anyone else becomes a counterattack for you."

"Yes...yes, I was lucky too." Shinichi carefully recalled what had just happened, and couldn't help but feel a lingering fear!
If I hadn't been so lucky, I would have died several times over by now!
(End of this chapter)