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

Chapter 628 Taking on Team Five Again (2 Updates)
Three black speedboats approached the shore silently like ghosts, and thirty-six fully armed mercenaries landed on the beach with skillful tactical maneuvers.

Their camouflage uniforms took on an eerie gray hue under the moonlight, and the night vision goggles on their tactical helmets gleamed with a ghostly green light.

Like a pack of well-trained hounds, they quickly split into three tactical groups and silently blended into the palm groves along the coast.

Inside the frigate's operations room, surveillance footage transmitted from dozens of drones clearly showed the mercenaries' advance route.

Three red arrows are rapidly closing in on the villa on the electronic map.

"The game begins." Tsuchio Hiroo's cruel smile returned, his fingers lightly tapping the control panel. "Let's see how long these detectives can hold out—"

Before he could finish speaking, the first unexpected event occurred.

"boom!"

The crisp sound of a sniper rifle echoed through the drone's microphone, reverberating in the operations room.

Almost simultaneously, in one of the surveillance footage, a mercenary who was making tactical movements suddenly tilted his head back and fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

The high-definition footage clearly shows a horrifying bullet hole in his tactical helmet, with brain matter and blood gushing out from the wound.

"What?" Hiroki Tsuchio suddenly stood up, completely unaware that he had spilled coffee all over himself.

Shock flashed in Hakuba's eyes: "From the villa to the coast, it's at least two kilometers! Add to that the sea breeze and humidity—"

Sera Masumi chimed in, her voice trembling with disbelief: "To get a precise headshot in this kind of environment? This... this must be luck, right?!"

Koshimizu Nanatsuki clenched her fists silently, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.

Just as they were in shock, the sound of sniper rifles rang out again.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two more mercenaries fell to the ground.

One was pierced through the chest, and the bulletproof plate was torn apart like paper.

The other was even worse; the bullet pierced through the tree trunk where he was hiding, blasting a large hole in his abdomen.

The remaining mercenaries immediately sought cover, but fear began to spread among them—the enemy snipers seemed to be able to see through all cover.

"Damn it! What kind of bullets is he using?" a mercenary roared into the radio. "They can even penetrate rocks!"

Another mercenary had just taken cover behind a palm tree when a bullet pierced the trunk and grazed his cheek: "Is that a fucking anti-materiel rifle?!"

In desperation, the mercenary captain gave the order to charge: "All troops, charge! Scatter and charge!!!"

On the villa's rooftop, Shiraishi E looked through her sniper scope at the scattered mercenaries and smiled slightly.

He pressed the communicator: "Shinichi, three o'clock, five-man team. Heiji, nine o'clock, three-man team. Officer Sato, two teams directly ahead, crossfire."

"Received." The three voices responded almost simultaneously.

Immediately afterwards, Shiraishi turned her gun around and fired three consecutive shots, accurately shooting down the drone hovering near Shinichi and the others.

"Alright, now you can go all out."

As for the drone beside him, he waved to the camera in a friendly manner and mouthed, "Make sure it looks good."

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When the mercenaries rushed to the villa's perimeter, they were met with a meticulously laid death trap.

"Fire!" Xin Yi shouted, and the MP5 spewed out flames.

Despite his injured arm, Heiji still wielded the gun accurately with one hand, taking down the mercenary leading the charge with just two bursts of fire.

Miwako Sato demonstrated her professionalism, suppressing an entire group with a few precise short bursts of fire.

The mercenaries were caught off guard, and seven or eight of them fell instantly.

But they were professional mercenaries after all, and they quickly organized a counterattack.

The two sides engaged in fierce fighting around the villa, with bullets flying and sparks flying everywhere.

"This can't go on!" Shinichi dodged a burst of bullets and shouted into the communicator, "Use Plan B!"

The three men simultaneously pulled out C4 explosives and threw them precisely at the area where the mercenaries were most concentrated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The continuous explosions were deafening, and at least ten mercenaries were killed in the flames.

Limbs, severed arms, and weapon parts fell like raindrops.

The two surviving mercenaries were terrified and turned to run away.

But they had only run a few steps when Shiraishi E on the rooftop accurately called their names.

Thus, all three mercenary squads were wiped out.

The operations room was deathly silent.

Tsuchio Hiroki stared at the wrecked surveillance footage with a grim face—thirty-six mercenaries had been wiped out in less than thirty minutes.

In the last footage transmitted back by the drone, Shiraishi E is seen mocking the camera, saying, "Seriously? How can it be so trash?"

"Such trash, why do they even try to be a criminal organization?"

"Take my advice: quit immediately. Go to work if you're not interested, or go back to farming if you're not. This kind of work isn't for you!"

Hakuba Saguru and the others were stunned.

They never expected that Shiraishi E was so good at mocking people.

They all wanted to beat the other person up after hearing that, let alone the person involved.

"Bang!" Hiroki Tsuchio, the person in charge, slammed his fist on the control panel and shouted, "The police station has reserve teams! Five mercenary squads!"

"Bring me heavy weapons! I'm going to blast them to smithereens!"

Hakuba Saguru couldn't help but speak up: "Are you sure you want to continue? The other person is clearly no ordinary detective—"

"Shut up!" Hiroki Tsuchio roared. "I refuse to believe they can stop rocket launchers and mortars!"

Sera Masumi and Koshimizu Nanatsuki, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately became worried again. They exchanged a glance, knowing that the real danger had only just begun.

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Five speedboats, like black venomous snakes, sliced ​​through the dark sea, each carrying twelve heavily armed mercenaries.

Their equipment has been upgraded to near-military operational level: M4A1 carbines with grenade launchers, M249 light machine guns, and even M72 rocket launchers.

These professional mercenaries had cold eyes, as if they already regarded the lives on the island as dead.

Inside the frigate's operations room, technicians were frantically operating the control consoles. "All drones are airborne, thermal imaging scan initiated... Wait, the target has disappeared?"

Hiroki Tsuchio shoved the technicians aside in a fit of rage and personally checked the surveillance footage.

Suddenly, the images transmitted by more than a dozen drones turned into static one after another, and finally the entire large screen went dark.

"What's going on?!" he roared.

"The other side...the other side is sniping our drones!" the technician stammered. "From the first one being shot down to all of them losing contact, it only took 47 seconds."

"No way, they managed to snipe that? Is there any justice in this world? Is there no law?" Tsuchio Hiroki roared, grabbing his hair in frustration.

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At this moment, on the rooftop of the maid dormitory, Shiraishi E was calmly changing a magazine.

The barrel of the AWM sniper rifle gets hot due to continuous firing.

Upon seeing this, he immediately threw away the sniper rifle and bought a brand new one from the bandit shop.

He looked at the last drone through the scope and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Goodbye," he said softly, pulling the trigger.

"boom!"

800 meters away, the last drone exploded into a fireball.

Without drone support, the mercenaries were suddenly rendered blind.

Of course, he still kept the drone next to Shiraishi E, so that the other party could watch the live stream!

The captain roared over the radio: "Everyone, launch an attack! Use the rocket launchers to blast that bastard into mincemeat!"

A mercenary carrying an M72 rocket launcher immediately crouched down, aiming his scope at the faintly visible figure on the roof of the maid's dormitory.

"Target locked."

Just as the rocket roared out, Shiraishi suddenly leaped off the rooftop.

But he wasn't in freefall—a pre-prepared rappelling rope was securely tied around his waist, allowing him to slide down the wall at high speed like a special forces soldier.

The rocket grazed his head and slammed into the rooftop railing.

"boom!!!"

The entire building trembled from the explosion, and rubble and glass rained down.

Shiraishi E, still in mid-air, remained as steady as a rock!

He's experienced scenes like this countless times; it's practically an everyday occurrence for him!

Shiraishi E used one hand to stabilize her descent speed, while the other hand held a rocket launcher she had bought from the Bandit Mall.

"Let me teach you how to use this thing." He laughed as he pulled the trigger.

The rocket, trailing a fiery exhaust, hurtled straight towards the area where the mercenaries were most concentrated.

The mercenaries, who had just been cheering for hitting their target, had no time to react.

"Boom——!!!"

A louder explosion rang out, and at least five mercenaries were killed in the flames, their limbs and equipment parts flying everywhere.

Inside the operations room, Hiroki Tsuchio witnessed this horrifying scene through the last surviving surveillance camera.

He pounded on the control panel frantically: "Useless! All of you are useless! Sixty people can't even beat one high school student?!"

Hakuba Saguru calmly analyzed the footage: "This 'high school student's' tactical movements are more professional than those of the Marines... Are you sure you investigated his background?"

Sera Masumi suddenly pointed at the screen: "Wait! Where did he go?"

In the scene, Shiraishi E descends rapidly from the building, rolls a few times, and disappears into the jungle at an astonishing speed.

The mercenaries, having lost their target, were forced to disperse and search separately.

They formed tactical formations and advanced cautiously, each step teetering on the edge of death.

"Team A reports: No target detected."

"Team B is inspecting the building ruins."

"Group C requests drone support. Damn it, we've run out of drones!"

"........."

Deep in the jungle, Shiraishi E moved among the trees like a ghost. He deliberately made some noise, leading a group of mercenaries toward the trap zone set by Shinichi and his men.

"They're here," he whispered into the communicator. "Six people, three o'clock."

"Received." Shinichi's voice was filled with excitement!
When the mercenaries stepped on the tripwire, a series of explosions instantly engulfed the entire group.

At the same time, Heiji and Sato also launched a surprise attack from the flank.

Miwako Sato dual-wielded MP5s, while Heiji, no longer fiddling with his broken pistol, endured the pain and frantically threw C4 bombs.

Under such intense firepower, both groups were stunned.

The mercenary captain couldn't help but yell into the communication channel, "Is that idiot, Tsuchio Hiroki, out of his mind?"

"Leaving them with such formidable firepower, who the hell can possibly defeat them?"

"Anyone who comes will die!"

"..." These words made Tsuchio Hiroki's face turn ashen, but he couldn't refute that the weapon wasn't left by him.

After all, it was a dereliction of duty for someone to hide so many weapons on the island without them being discovered!

Besides... it wasn't one of our own people who died.

Tsuchio Hiroki retorted, "You guys are too trash. If you had hit that guy with the first shot, would things have turned out like this?"

"They were ambushed...and they're elite?"

The mercenary captain had no time to argue with the other side; he roared into the radio, "Retreat! Retreat!"

But it was too late.

Deep in the jungle, the sound of sniper rifles rang out once more.

This time, the bullet pierced the captain's throat precisely.

(End of this chapter)