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

Chapter 645 Let's make this a big deal! (1st update)
The football stadium was packed with people, and the cheers and shouts were deafening.

Shiraishi E was wearing a dark blue work uniform with her hat pulled low, carrying a toolbox in her hand, seemingly conducting a routine inspection of the chairs.

His sharp eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, he quickly crouched down.

"Since you want to play, then let's go all out!" He chuckled coldly. "Just shooting and killing a few spectators isn't interesting, that's petty!"

"We need to set off a few bombs to blow up the entire arena, that would be a real spectacle!!"

As she spoke, Shiraishi E skillfully purchased a C4 bomb from the Bandit Mall.

Of course, this time he took extra care with these bombs, having the system pack them all into a black metal box, each about the size of a palm, with a faint red indicator light flashing on the surface.

This looks pretty professional!
Shiraishi was very satisfied with the C4 bomb, and then stuffed it into the chair under the unmanned seat with skillful technique and smooth, natural movements!
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the stands, Conan was leading Ayumi, Genta, and Mitsuhiko on a reconnaissance mission.

While Yuan Tai was wandering around, he suddenly tripped and fell. Just as he was about to get up, he noticed something flashing under the chair.

"Huh? What is this?"

He pulled a black metal box from under his seat.

Genta then used his detective badge to say to Conan, "Conan, I found a black box with a light inside that's flashing a red light!"

"What? A black box? And it's flashing?" Conan's expression changed upon hearing this.

He looked around, found Yuan Tai, and immediately pushed through the crowd to run over.

When Conan saw these devices with his own eyes, his face turned pale instantly: "These are C4 bombs!!"

Meanwhile, from within the detective badge, Ayumi and Mitsuhiko's voices came one after another: "Conan, we've also found those black boxes!"

This made Conan's scalp tingle. He looked at the football field and saw so many spectators.

If it were to explode, how many people would be affected? How many lives would be lost?

He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed: "Shiraishi!! Something terrible has happened! We found a bomb under the seat, a real C4 bomb! It's very powerful!"

On the other end of the phone, Shiraishi E smiled, but her tone was extremely serious: "Yes, I just found out too... I've already notified Inspector Megure and the others!"

"The situation is very dangerous, you need to evacuate immediately!"

"Okay!" Conan readily agreed.

Of course, he wouldn't leave, but he had to let the three little ones leave first!

"Genta, Mitsuhiko, Ayumi, let's meet at the gate!" Conan immediately said through his detective badge.

The three children didn't suspect anything, and went over immediately after Conan spoke.

However, as soon as they reached the gate, Conan, who was hiding in the distance, did not hesitate for a second and shot them with tranquilizer darts.

Puff puff!
After receiving the injection, Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi's eyes rolled back, and they immediately fainted with a thud.

Upon seeing this, nearby staff quickly went over and took the three children to the medical room.

Conan felt somewhat guilty about this, but he knew these three people too well and couldn't persuade them at all, so he had to resort to this method.

"Sigh, they'll definitely give me a good scolding when they wake up," he muttered to himself, glancing at the cell phone-shaped tranquilizer gun in his hand.

Suddenly, he found this thing quite useful and easy to use!

After a moment of reflection, Conan turned and went back to searching for the culprit.

Not long after Shiraishi E hung up the phone with Conan, Sato Miwako and Inspector Megure rushed over.

When they saw the bomb in Shiraishi E's hand, their faces turned deathly pale.

"This...this is..." Inspector Megure's voice trembled. "Those bombs planted by the robbers? We're doomed! Once they detonate, the entire arena will be..."

Sato Miwako nervously grabbed Shiraishi E's arm: "What do we do now? There are so many spectators, we don't even have time to evacuate them!"

Shiraishi E's expression turned serious: "This matter has gone beyond the scope of an ordinary criminal case."

"This is a terrorist attack; we must immediately request support from counter-terrorism forces!"

Inspector Megure took a deep breath, realizing that the situation was beyond his control and beyond what he could take responsibility for.

He decisively pulled out his phone: "You're right. I'll contact Inspector Matsumoto right now and request backup!"

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In the media section at the top of the bustling football stadium, a man wearing a photographer's vest is seemingly focused on operating a camera.

His camera slowly panned across the stands, but his focus wasn't on the game on the field; rather, it was on the actions of the spectators.

"Very good." The robber muttered to himself, a smug smile playing on his lips!
Those stupid police officers have no idea where they are!
Through the telephoto lens, he could clearly see the situation in the audience.

Although he noticed a few uniformed staff members walking around, most likely police officers, the number of spectators did not decrease significantly, which pleased him, so he didn't bother with them.

As long as they don't find themselves, then this extortion operation will be a success!
Thinking of this, the robber raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"Twenty minutes left," he muttered. "Once I get the money, I'll leave immediately."

Then I can blend into the crowd and leave with the audience!

Just then, a person in a staff uniform accidentally bumped into his tripod.

"Sorry! Sorry!" the staff member quickly apologized, "There are too many lines here, I didn't notice."

The robber's muscles tensed instantly, and his right hand instinctively reached for the pistol hidden at his waist.

He turned his head sharply, his piercing gaze sweeping over the uninvited guest.

The other party just smiled awkwardly, straightened the tripod that had been knocked askew, and hurriedly left.

"It was a false alarm." The robber breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his grip on the gun.

He pressed his eye back against the viewfinder, continuing to monitor the scene.

Just as he lowered his guard, a familiar cell phone ringtone suddenly sounded.

The robber instinctively reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, but the screen was black—there were no incoming calls.

"What's going on? There's no phone call!" He paused for a moment, then realized the ringtone was coming from another pocket.

His heart sank, and he hurriedly reached into the pocket of his camera vest, where he touched a cold, metallic object.

When he took it out, his pupils suddenly contracted—this cell phone, which didn't belong to him, was ringing shrilly, as if urging him to answer the call quickly.

"When?" The robber was shocked. His mind raced, and he suddenly remembered the staff member who had "accidentally" bumped into him earlier.

That wasn't an accident at all; it was intentional!
In that instant, the other person somehow managed to slip the phone into his pocket without him even noticing!

(End of this chapter)