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

Chapter 642 Teaching Yukiko to Snipe (2nd Update)
The black sedan glided silently through the neon-lit streets of Ginza, the shimmering lights outside casting shifting shadows on the two women's faces. Yukiko leaned back in the passenger seat, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, her face appearing exceptionally pale in the interplay of light and shadow from the streetlights.

Shiraishi E glanced at her and couldn't help but chuckle: "What are you afraid of? It's not your face."

Yukiko was startled, then reached out and touched her carefully disguised face, realizing, "Oh right. This isn't my face." She breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders finally relaxing.

After a moment of silence, Yukiko turned her head and looked at the boy in the driver's seat with a complicated expression: "Shiraishi-kun, I didn't expect you to have this side to you."

Her voice was soft, tinged with confusion and inquiry: "Although we've been through life and death together before, those were all forced counterattacks, which I think were understandable. But tonight," she paused, "when these things involve my own interests, I truly realized what this means."

Shiraishi's slender fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, a half-smile playing on his lips: "You mean ruthless, right? How about it, scared yet?"

He suddenly turned to look at Yukiko, a mocking glint in his eyes, "Are you afraid of me?"

Yukiko shook her head, her tone firm: "I've said it before, I'm not afraid. I'm just thinking..."

She carefully chose her words, "You always solve problems in this most direct way, like hammering a nail. But what if one day you encounter a nail that you can't hammer?"

Shiraishi E stared at the road ahead, her voice eerily calm: "Of course I'm afraid, but I can't just give up because I'm afraid, can I? Besides, isn't this how everyone does things in this world? It's just that some people use a fine hammer and some people use a rough one."

Yukiko opened her mouth to retort, but found herself speechless. She thought of the fierce competition in the entertainment industry, the seemingly elegant but actually cruel rivalry—weren't they all just people hammering each other with various "hammers"?
The car turned a corner and stopped opposite a luxury apartment building. Shiraishi took a long, rectangular musical instrument case from the back seat and skillfully assembled a sniper rifle.

“The last target, President Taniguchi.” He pointed through the car window to a lit window in the building across the street, “They’re having a party.”

Yukiko followed his gaze and could vaguely see figures moving inside the window and flashing colored lights.

Shiraishi E suddenly gave a meaningful smile: "Solving it this way is too boring. How about we try something else?"

Yukiko was startled: "Me? I don't know how to use a gun!"

"It's okay, it's very simple." Shiraishi E had already pulled her out of the car and was walking towards the fire escape of the building across the street. "I'll teach you."

The wind on the rooftop was strong, blowing Yukiko's wig into disarray. Shiraishi E made her lie face down, wrapped her arms around her from behind, and guided her step by step.

“Look here,” his voice rang in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: “This is the scope. Find the target first.”

Yukiko's hands were trembling slightly. Through the scope, she could clearly see President Taniguchi raising his glass in a smug manner.

"Adjust the wind speed. Calibrate the distance," Shiraishi Ei's fingers covered her hand, guiding her through each step. "Keep your breathing steady, that's it, just like that."

Yukiko felt her heart beating faster and faster, her finger on the trigger, the cold touch making her acutely aware of what was happening.

“Remember,” Shiraishi E’s voice suddenly turned serious, “this is not about killing, but about solving a problem. It’s like pruning excess branches so that the tree can grow better.”

He gently pressed his finger against her index finger: "Now."

"boom!"

A muffled thud echoed through the night sky.

Through the scope, President Taniguchi's wine glass suddenly shattered, splattering bright red liquid everywhere.

The crowd immediately descended into chaos, and screams could be faintly heard.

Yukiko stood frozen in place, her finger still in the position of pulling the trigger, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

Shiraishi said softly, "How did it feel to pull the trigger? Full of guilt?"

Yukiko shook her head, then turned to look at Shiraishi E, licked her lips, and said in a trembling voice, "I...I feel a little excited?"

"Excited? That's great!! That means you're a person with a strong sense of justice!" Shiraishi E exclaimed.

"A sense of justice?" Yukiko was stunned for a moment, initially not understanding how she could still have a sense of justice after killing someone.
But then she realized that she had taken down some scum in the entertainment industry, and she immediately felt that what he said made a lot of sense!

As for the law, it only works on naive youngsters like Shinichi. She's thirty-seven years old; she doesn't believe in that stuff anymore!
Only those who get caught are considered criminals!

"Hmm?" Yukiko looked through the binoculars and saw the president of an agency.

She frowned and said, "Ah, it's that infamous guy. Every man and woman who goes into his office suffers at his hands!"

"Then what are we waiting for?" Shiraishi E immediately said, "He just happened to appear in your sniper scope; that's his fate!!"

Yukiko thought Shiraishi E's words made a lot of sense. Out of so many people, he was the only one who happened to appear in her sniper scope.

What else could this be but fate?
She said nervously, "Come on. Help me!"

“Okay.” Shiraishi E didn’t hesitate for a second.

He then assisted Yukiko once again in completing the sniper adjustment.

As she pulled the trigger, the man fell to the ground with a thud!
Yukiko couldn't contain her excitement: "I've actually wanted to make these disgusting guys disappear from the earth for a long time!!"

Shiraishi E exclaimed, "All the artists in his agency should bow down to you!"

“Right? I think so too!” Yukiko nodded repeatedly, then turned to look at Shiraishi E, her eyes filled not only with excitement, but also with even more excitement!
She said in her voice, "Shiraishi-kun, come up here... teach me how to use a sniper rifle!"

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E immediately understood!

He readily agreed and went up to teach Yukiko how to use a sniper rifle!

Sometimes, he couldn't help but sigh... people in the entertainment industry really have culture!
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Shiraishi's lesson lasted only about twenty minutes before it stopped.

Because the police have already arrived.

This building is only 700 meters away from the target location, making it an excellent gathering point.

If we don't leave now, the police will be here very soon.

Shiraishi E had already deftly disassembled the sniper rifle and put it back into the instrument case.

Yukiko left with some reluctance.

Back in the car, she suddenly asked, "Does that prosecutor really have to die?"

As Shiraishi E drove, she said, "He took money from Nagata, he'll definitely cause you trouble later."

"I'm used to eliminating trouble before it happens."

Yukiko nodded knowingly, then asked, "Then why did you take out President Taniguchi this time?"

Shiraishi E smiled and said, "It's nothing. If I really have to say something... well, he's just unlucky!"

Yukiko gazed at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, carefully reflecting on her own feelings.

She was surprised to find that she didn't seem to dislike this approach.

On the contrary, they were quite interested!

Has the entertainment industry changed me, or... have I always been like this?

(End of this chapter)