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

Chapter 627 Is it necessary to deal with a few detectives? (1st update)
Inside the maid dormitory building, four people were incredulous as they stared at several suitcases filled with weapons and equipment!

"Wait, why are there so many weapons here?" Shinichi wondered.

Shiraishi shrugged: "I don't know... Maybe they want us to rebel a little? To make this game more exciting?"

Heiji stroked his chin and said, "That's possible... These people are so twisted, what wouldn't they do?"

Sato Miwako immediately started grabbing equipment: "No matter what's going on, let's survive first!"

Everyone thinks it makes sense.

Heiji Hattori could only operate with one hand due to an injury to his right arm.

Frustrated, he tried several submachine guns and finally chose two Beretta 92F pistols.

"Damn it!!" he cursed under his breath, saying with obvious frustration, "If I weren't injured, I would have grabbed a light machine gun and wiped them all out!!"

Shinichi Kudo was inspecting an MP5 submachine gun, his movements so skillful that Miwako Sato turned a sidelong glance. Curious, she asked, "Kudo, who taught you these moves?"

“My dad taught me some things in Hawaii.” Shinichi continued loading the magazine without looking up, casually stuffing a few grenades into his tactical vest.

"Why did your father teach you these things?" Sato Miwako was a little confused. She shook her head, ignored it, and chose an HK416 assault rifle.

As a police officer, she is more accustomed to this type of highly accurate weapon.

As she hung the flashbangs on her belt, she noticed Shiraishi E's choice and was stunned.

"A sniper rifle?" Sato looked at Shiraishi E assembling an AWM sniper rifle in surprise, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know how to use it?"

“I learned it back in Hawaii,” Shiraishi said, skillfully mounting the scope. “I probably practiced for ten thousand hours… My accuracy is pretty good.”

Shinichi suddenly looked up: "You also studied in Hawaii? What a coincidence! Could it be that we practiced at the same shooting range?"

"Perhaps." Shiraishi E smiled.

While inserting spare magazines into his body armor, Heiji complained, "I didn't go to Hawaii; I practiced at a shooting range in Osaka."

"I started shooting when I was bored in junior high school, so my marksmanship is passable!"

Hearing this conversation, Miwako Sato couldn't help but facepalm: "Me, a professional police officer, with the shortest training time among you?"

After getting dressed, Heiji looked at Shiraishi E, who was adjusting her sniper scope: "How should we shoot? You have experience, you take charge."

Miwako Sato was somewhat surprised that Heiji would take the initiative to ask E Shiraishi, but Shinichi chimed in, "Yes, you look the most professional."

Shiraishi E loaded the last .338 Lapua Magnum bullet into the magazine, her tone calm: "It's simple, disperse and avoid being wiped out at once."

"You three with automatic weapons, find ambush points around the villa, shoot and run, the faster the better."

He pointed to the rooftop: "I'll snipe from this high vantage point and draw their fire. When they come to surround me, you guys flank them."

This plan made all three of them frown.

“It’s too dangerous,” Shinichi objected first. “You’ll be a target all by yourself up there?”

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi Ei chuckled. He handed the sniper rifle to Shinichi and said, "Then you take it?"

"Huh? Me!" Shinichi was taken aback for a moment, then decisively pushed the sniper rifle back: "I've never learned how to use a sniper rifle."

Heiji shamelessly wiggled his injured arm: "It's a pity I'm injured, otherwise I would have switched with you."

Miwako Sato blushed slightly: "I don't know how to snipe... It's not that I'm afraid of dying, it's that I'm afraid of dying in a meaningless way!"

Shiraishi E rolled her eyes at the three of them: "Since you know, then stop talking nonsense."

He pushed several suitcases full of ammunition towards them, saying, "Spread these out and use them as supply points. Time is running out, so hurry."

Shinichi suddenly remembered something and rummaged through his suitcase for several wireless earphones: "I almost forgot about these. Channel 3, keep in touch."

Sato Miwako examined the earphones, lost in thought: "Do you guys...do you do this kind of thing often?"

As she watched the three young people's skillful movements, a strange feeling rose in her heart.

Heiji chuckled dryly, "How could that be? We're just ordinary high school students."

“No ordinary high school student would use C4.” Sato pointed to the explosives Shinichi was stuffing into his backpack.

Shinichi laughed awkwardly, "This is what my dad taught me in Hawaii..." Shiraishi interrupted their conversation, "Alright, alright, if you have any questions, let's talk on the communicator."

The three then dragged their luggage, which was full of weapons, downstairs in a hurry to find a suitable place to ambush.

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On the sea, Hiroki Tsuchio stood on the deck of the yacht, the sea breeze blowing his hair and clothes around.

Behind him, Hakuba Saguru was tapping lightly on the metal railing with his slender fingers, his gaze thoughtfully sweeping over the receding silhouette of the deserted island.

Sera Masumi leaned against the ship's side, looking at the deserted island, silently praying that they would survive.

Koshimizu Nanatsuki crossed her arms, the sea breeze lifting the hem of her uniform skirt, but it couldn't shake her tightly furrowed brows.

As the yacht approached the gray-blue frigate, Hakuba Saguru's pupils suddenly contracted—the ship's number on the side of the hull had been deliberately covered with a black tarpaulin, and welding marks indicated that this was not a temporary measure.

He exchanged a glance with Sera Masumi and Koshimizu Nanatsuki, and all three could see the shock in each other's eyes!

Who exactly is Hiroki Tsuchio?
They have such a good relationship with the navy? They even managed to get their hands on a frigate?
With a sense of awe, the three of them boarded the escort vessel under the guidance of Hiroki Tsuchio.

Hiroki Tsuchio led them to the operations room.

On the way, the three began to talk in hushed tones.

Hakuba Saguru whispered, "They've even erased the hull number; this is no ordinary criminal organization."

Sera Masumi's gaze swept over the armed personnel patrolling the deck, and she said, "Their equipment and tactics are very professional... It's more troublesome than I imagined."

Koshimizu Nanatsuki observed everything silently, without uttering a single word from beginning to end.

Hiroki Tsuchio led the three through layers of guards to a high-tech operations room.

A huge electronic screen occupies the entire wall, displaying dozens of surveillance cameras showing the situation on the island in real time.

Several technicians in suits were busy at the control panel.

"Welcome to the observation room." Tsuchio Hiroo opened his arms, his tone filled with excitement. "Now, let's enjoy the final performances of those detectives."

He walked to the control panel, pressed the communication button, and chuckled, "Send out three mercenary teams... Don't underestimate these detectives, they're very capable."

The roar of engines immediately filled the deck.

Three black speedboats shot toward the deserted island like arrows, each carrying twelve fully armed mercenaries.

Their equipment was breathtakingly sophisticated—modular assault rifles, night vision goggles on tactical helmets, bulletproof plates. This was not the equipment of ordinary bandits.

Hakuba Saguru's pupils contracted slightly: "With this kind of firepower... they're doomed."

Sera Masumi crossed her arms, her brow furrowed: "These are professional mercenaries... They're really willing to spend a lot of money!"

Nanatsuki Koshimizu's smile vanished: "Is it really necessary to deal with a few detectives?"

Tsuchio Hiroki ignored her sarcasm and instead smugly pulled up the drone's feed: "I want to make sure everything goes perfectly. And look at this—"

He pointed to several images on the screen: "Their every move is being monitored by drones."

But when the image zoomed in, everyone in the observation room was stunned.

The surveillance footage clearly shows Shinichi Kudo setting up tripwires while holding an MP5 submachine gun.

Despite his arm injury, Heiji Hattori still handled the pistol with professional skill using only one hand.

Miwako Sato is installing a grenade launcher on an assault rifle;
The most outrageous one was E Shiraishi, who actually set up a position on the rooftop carrying an AWM sniper rifle.

Hakuba Saguru said, "You guys are really generous, leaving them so many weapons."

Hiroki Tsuchio's smile froze on his face.

These weapons were not prepared by him at all!

An armory should only contain some basic pistols and shotguns.
But now, he can only admit: "Haha, I said I'd give them a chance! We always keep our word!!"

(End of this chapter)