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

Chapter 629 All in One Go (1st Update)
Inside the frigate's combat compartment, the air was so heavy it felt like it could drip water.

On the large screen, the surveillance footage representing the mercenary units went out one by one, until only a few flickering red dots remained before plunging into eternal darkness.

Hiroki Tsuchio's face went from ashen to deathly pale, and his fingers tapped the control panel unconsciously, making an unsettling clicking sound.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible," he muttered to himself, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. "How could four detectives possibly annihilate sixty heavily armed mercenaries?"

A man in black cautiously reported, "Sir, thermal imaging shows that only four people on the island have vital signs..."

"Useless! All of them are useless!" Tsuchio Hiroki suddenly flew into a rage, overturning the coffee cup on the control panel, splashing brown liquid onto the electronic map. "We spend tens of millions of dollars every year to support these mercenaries, and they can't even handle a few high school students!"

The operations room was deathly silent. All the technicians lowered their heads, not daring to anger their superior, who had clearly lost his temper.

Hakuba Saguru, Sera Masumi, and Koshimizu Nanatsuki exchanged glances, each sensing something amiss in the other's eyes.

I thought they were quite powerful, controlling an uninhabited island, holding a detective selection competition, having escort ships, and private soldiers...

But now it seems... a bit disappointing!

Of course, this is partly due to the skill of Shiraishi E and the others.

But with so many people and similar weapons, they were beaten so badly by three high school students and one criminal police officer.

Aside from the food, it's really unacceptable.

They suddenly regretted following this bunch of weaklings.

Tsuchio Hiroki knew there was no turning back; so many men had been lost because of these four.

If I just slunk away like that, how am I supposed to get along with the organization in the future?

With that thought in mind, he had no choice but to steel himself, turn around, and loudly announce to the entire group: "Those mercenaries are unreliable, they're trash! It seems we'll have to rely on our own people!"

He yelled into the communicator, "Security team, assemble! Bring your heavy weapons, I want to personally watch you tear those four bastards to shreds!"

A man in black wearing gold-rimmed glasses hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Sir, our security team is mainly responsible for the defense of the ship's interior—"

"Shut up!" Hiroki Tsuchio pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the other man. "Anyone who dares to say another word will be sent to feed the sharks!"

Hakuba Saguru stepped forward and calmly said, "Mr. Tsuchio, I suggest..."

"Alright! Enough!" Hiroki Tsuchio rudely interrupted him. "I've already made up my mind! Besides, the difference in strength between our bodyguards and those third-rate mercenaries is like heaven and earth!"

With Hiroki Tsuchio insisting on his own way, no one dared to object anymore.

Soon, twenty fully armed bodyguards assembled on the deck. They were dressed in uniform black tactical gear and moved in unison, looking much more professional than the previous mercenaries.

On the screen, two speedboats roared toward the island.

Tsuchio Hiroki finally calmed down a bit and turned to Hakuba Saguru, asking, "What were you trying to say just now?"

Hakuba Saguru sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness: "I was going to suggest we not send anyone... Have you forgotten? They just captured our rocket launchers. What if they attack before the speedboats reach the shore?"

Tsuchio Hiroki's face turned deathly pale: "Why didn't you say so sooner?!" He frantically lunged at the communicator, shouting, "Retreat! Everyone retreat! Return to base immediately!"

But it was too late.

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Through a high-powered telescope, the situation along the coastline could be clearly seen. Shiraishi E stood at the forefront, carrying an RPG-7 rocket launcher on her shoulder.

Behind him, Shinichi Kudo, Heiji Hattori, and Miwako Sato each carried a captured rocket launcher.

"Distance 800 meters, wind speed 5 knots, target speed 20 knots." Shiraishi calmly reported the data: "On my command, three, two, one—fire!"

Four rockets roared out, trailing plumes of flame, tracing deadly arcs through the air.

The bodyguards on the speedboat attempted to retaliate with light weapons, trying to detonate the rockets.

But as it turned out, they were overthinking it. The first rocket hit the cockpit of the lead speedboat precisely, and the massive explosion sent the entire boat flying into the air.

Three more rockets followed, completely obliterating the two speedboats into burning fragments.

The sea was immediately littered with wreckage and corpses, and blood stained a large area of ​​the sea red.

These so-called elites died before they could even demonstrate any of their abilities.

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The operations room was completely silent, save for the faint hum of electronic equipment.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the burning sea on the big screen; several technicians even began to gag.

Hiroo Tsuchio staggered backward, bumping into the control panel. He reached out, trembling, as if to touch the horrific scene on the screen, but then abruptly pulled his hand back.

"No, impossible." His voice cracked. "These are my most elite men, men I've trained for ten years!"

"Gone all of a sudden?! How could this happen?!"

No one dared to speak, and the atmosphere was awkwardly silent.

Sera Masumi nudged Koshimizu Nanatsuki lightly with her elbow and said in a low voice, "It seems we made the wrong bet... We should have stayed on the deserted island."

“Hmm.” Koshimizu Nanatsuki nodded in agreement. She rested her chin on her hand and said speechlessly, “I thought they were really capable because they had such a high-class air about them.”

"I didn't expect it to be all bark and no bite, so unreliable."

"Yeah, yeah!" Hakuba Saguru chimed in, disdainfully saying, "With such good equipment and so many people... they still managed to fight like this."

Tsuchio Hiroki overheard the three people whispering, turned around to look at them, and suddenly burst into laughter!

Do you think they've won just like that?

"No! It's too early!"

"I admit they're very capable. For a mere detective to achieve this level of skill is truly remarkable!"

"I can lose countless times, but if they lose just once, they're finished!!"

At this point, a hint of madness flashed in Tsuchio Hiroki's eyes!

Hakuba Saguru immediately realized something, and a hint of seriousness crossed his expression: "You wouldn't be thinking... are you crazy?"

Sera Masumi swallowed hard, saying incredulously, "Isn't this... a bit too wasteful?"

“Yes.” Koshimizu Nanatsuki had guessed his plan and tried to persuade him, “Using missiles to attack them… is too extravagant.”

Hiroki Tsuchio coldly stated, "This is the highest level of treatment we can give them!!"

"Aren't they supposed to be very powerful? I'd like to see if they can still be so arrogant after being hit by missiles!!"

At this point, he turned to the man in black who was in charge of the operation and shouted, "Fire missiles and blast those bastards to death!!"

It was obvious to everyone that Hiroki Tsuchio was furious, and no one dared to provoke him, so they simply stopped trying to persuade him and decisively carried out his orders!

Looking at the big screen, Hakuba Saguru stroked his chin and said, "This time, they shouldn't be able to escape."

"That's not necessarily true," Sera Masumi retorted. "Using those warships, they still have a chance!"

Koshimizu Nanatsuki sighed, "But the problem is, the turrets on the frigates aren't just for show."

"........."

No one could convince anyone else, so they could only wait and see what answer Shiraishi E and her group would give.

(End of this chapter)