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

Chapter 651 The Interrogation of Three Female Police Officers (1st Update)
At night, the Tomizawa Hotel stands like a giant glass-walled fortress on the shore of Tokyo Bay, overlooking the shimmering sea.

Known for its extreme privacy and exorbitant prices, this place is the preferred location for many celebrities and wealthy businessmen to conduct discreet transactions.

Four black sedans silently drove into the underground parking lot and parked in the most inconspicuous corner.

The car door opened, and Shiraishi E, Sato Miwako, Miyamoto Yumi, and Miike Naeko got off the car one by one.

Their expressions were solemn, but their actions were exceptionally swift. They opened the trunks and each took out a large hard-shell suitcase.

"Let's go, be natural," Shiraishi E said, putting on the sunglasses she had in the car.

Miwako Sato took a deep breath, trying to make herself look more like an indifferent "delivery person" than a righteous police officer.

She picked up a suitcase, its heavy weight filling her with mixed emotions. Miyamoto Yumi and Miike Naeko each dragged one, while Shiraishi E took the last one.

The wheels of four huge suitcases made a slight sound on the polished floor as they drove toward the VIP elevator.

The elevator requires a specific key card to operate, and this card is one of the spoils looted from the human trafficker leader, Yamashita.

The elevator ascended silently, heading straight to the agreed-upon high-rise suite area.

The corridor was covered with thick carpet, swallowing all footsteps; only the dull creaking of suitcase wheels could be heard. The atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Miike Naoko's palms were sweaty, while Miyamoto Yumi kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.

Shiraishi stopped in front of the designated room number, entered a four-digit password to open the door, and the four of them quickly dragged four suitcases into the suite's living room.

The suite is extremely luxurious, with a spacious layout, complete with a living room, bedroom, and bar. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a dazzling view of Tokyo Bay at night.

But no one was in the mood to appreciate it. They placed their suitcases side by side in the center of the living room, quickly scanned the room again, and made sure there were no hidden cameras or other traps.

"Just wait," Shiraishi E said, taking out her phone from the foot of the mountain and pressing the button to indicate that the package had arrived.

About ten minutes later, the room door clicked open.

A middle-aged man wearing a well-tailored suit, with his hair neatly combed and gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

He appeared calm and composed, with a steady gait, and held a tablet computer in his hand, as if he were handling official business.

But behind him followed two burly men, each over 1.9 meters tall, wearing black tactical vests, with bulging muscles and fierce eyes. Their presence was extremely strong, and every step they took carried an oppressive aura; they were clearly professional bodyguards or thugs.

The middle-aged man saw the four unfamiliar faces but didn't say anything. He simply gestured to the two bodyguards beside him to begin inspecting the goods.

The two bodyguards had just opened the first suitcase when they revealed Shan Xia, who was tightly bound and struggling in terror.

A bodyguard was holding a prepared syringe filled with a special transparent liquid sleeping pill. With one injection, he completely silenced the "cargo" for subsequent transportation.

Soon, the four unlucky guys each received an injection and passed out.

Shiraishi E gave everyone a look, signaling that they could begin.

The other three policewomen didn't hesitate either, and immediately took action.

However, the two bodyguards were clearly professionally trained. Upon noticing their unusual movements, they immediately dropped what they were holding, roared, and pounced like tigers!
They were well-trained; one of them went straight for Shiraishi E, who was in charge, while the other rushed towards Sato Miwako and Miyamoto Yumi.

Shiraishi E dodged the first bodyguard's powerful straight punch by sidestepping, and then grabbed the man's arm, attempting to slam him to the ground with a clean and swift over-the-shoulder throw!
On the other side, Miwako Sato and Yumi Miyamoto worked together to deal with another bodyguard.

As expected of a capable detective from the Metropolitan Police Department, Miwako Sato possessed solid fighting skills, dodging attacks with agility and seeking opportunities to strike her joints with grappling techniques.

Although fighting is not Yumi Miyamoto's specialty, she has encountered many troublesome situations when dealing with traffic matters, and she is quite agile.

She used the room's furnishings to create distraction, grabbing an expensive vase and smashing it at the bodyguard's head. Although the bodyguard parried the attack with his arm, it created a valuable opportunity for Sato Miwako to strike.

At that moment, seeing that the situation was not good, the middle-aged man actually tried to take the opportunity to bypass the battle and rush to the door to escape!

"No, don't move!" A trembling yet unusually firm voice rang out.

Miike Naeko had somehow appeared in front of him, blocking his path. Her face was pale, and she was clutching a bottle of high-strength pepper spray that she always carried with her.

Although her voice was trembling with fear, she was, after all, a traffic police officer with many years of experience, and her eyes were unusually resolute as she blocked the other person's path.

"Get out of my way!" The middle-aged man's face turned fierce as he reached out to push away the seemingly frail girl.

The moment he reached out, Miike Naeko decisively pressed the spray button!

"Ah—my eyes!" A shrill scream rang out as the highly concentrated, irritating liquid struck the middle-aged man's face precisely. He immediately clutched his face, bent over in pain, and completely lost his ability to move and his sense of direction.

At the same time, Shiraishi E had almost finished beating the bodyguard, and he delivered a swift and precise chop to the man's carotid artery.

The bodyguard let out a muffled groan, his eyes rolled back, and his massive body crashed to the ground. He wasn't simply unconscious; he was dead.

Seeing his companion fall to the ground and his employer subdued, the other bodyguard panicked. Sato Miwako seized the opportunity and knocked him down with a sweeping leg kick. Miyamoto Yumi immediately pounced on him and pinned him down.

Sato Miwako quickly stepped forward and executed a cross-shaped strangulation. Her right arm, like a giant python, dug deep into the bodyguard's neck, compressing his carotid artery and trachea.

The bodyguard's eyes widened in horror; his face quickly turned from red to purple due to lack of oxygen and blocked blood flow.

His strong left hand frantically scratched at Sato Miwako's arms and back, but with Miyamoto Yumi holding him down, he couldn't move at all.

Soon, the bodyguard's struggles gradually weakened from intense to feeble. His pounding arms went limp, and all he could make were desperate, meaningless gasps in his throat.

His eyes began to roll upwards, and his consciousness was being rapidly swallowed by darkness.

It may only take two or three seconds, but for the bodyguard it feels like an eternity.

Finally, his body stiffened abruptly, then went completely limp, all his strength vanishing.

Sato Miwako did not let go immediately, but held on for about a second to confirm that the other party had completely lost consciousness and was not pretending.

She then slowly and cautiously released her arms.

Miwako Sato, slightly out of breath, shook her numb arms and sighed, "Sigh, this guy is too big... it's really not easy to subdue him."

"Yes," Miyamoto Yumi said, equally exhausted. "Just controlling one of his arms took all my strength!"

A fierce indoor raid was over in just two or three minutes.

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After all the enemies were subdued, a brief period of peace was restored in the suite.

Shiraishi E acted swiftly, dragging the middle-aged man, who was still screaming and covering his eyes, off the ground in a rough but efficient manner.

He ruthlessly searched the man's entire body, taking his phone, wallet, keys, tablet, and even a seemingly ordinary tie clip, tossing them onto the coffee table, completely cutting off any possibility of the man calling for help or sending messages. "Get in there and wash yourself clean!" Shiraishi E snapped, dragging the middle-aged man into the spacious bathroom like trash, pressing him against the expensive marble sink, turning on the cold tap, and letting the icy water wash over his burning eyes.

After finishing this, Shiraishi E walked out of the bathroom and spoke quickly but clearly to Sato Miwako and the other two: "This middleman is yours. You must get him to talk and find out who his supplier is, their complete transportation chain, and where the final destination is! Every detail!"

"I'll go 'entertain' those two big guys and see how much they know!"

After saying that, he walked towards the two bodyguards.

Sato Miwako, Miyamoto Yumi, and Miike Naeko exchanged glances, took a deep breath, and resolutely walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom was large, with a separate wet and dry area. A middle-aged man was lying in front of the sink, desperately rinsing his eyes with cold water. Water streamed down his contorted face, mixed with painful whimpers.

Sato Miwako closed the door, blocking out some of the sound. She walked behind the man and asked sternly, "Speak! Who is your superior? After you received the 'goods,' what specific methods were used to transport them? Where were they ultimately sent?"

The middle-aged man stiffened, barely managing to lift his head. Through his red, swollen, and tearful eyes, he looked at the three women, a sinister sneer escaping his face: "Hmph... You think you've won? From the moment you entered this hotel, you've been under our surveillance!"

“I must report that I am safe every fifteen minutes! If I exceed the time limit, or if I don’t leave on time, the people outside will immediately know that something has happened! You… none of you will escape! Let me go now, and maybe you can at least leave with a whole corpse!”

His voice was hoarse from the burning pain in his eyes, but the threat was crystal clear.

These words struck Sato Miwako's heart like a heavy hammer.

Time is running out!

This is exactly what she was worried about!
Once the enemy's main force reacts, the four of them will be in extreme danger.

"Bastard!" Sato Miwako shouted angrily, unable to hold back any longer. She took a step forward and slammed a heavy fist into the middle-aged man's abdomen!
"Ugh!" The man doubled over in pain, gagging, but then let out a hoarse, cold laugh: "Heh...heh...is that all? Even a tickle hurts more than this...is this all you've got?"

His provocation carried a hint of arrogance, as if he was certain that the other party wouldn't dare to actually kill him, or was simply stalling for time.

Seeing his stubborn and unyielding demeanor, Sato Miwako was both anxious and angry. She punched him several times, but he only grunted, gritted his teeth, and even looked at her with a mocking gaze.

Traditional physical interrogation seemed to have little effect on him.

"Sato-senpai!" Miike Naeko looked at the anxious Sato Miwako and timidly handed over the used pepper spray: "W-How about... we use this again?"

Miwako Sato grabbed the spray bottle, aimed it at the middle-aged man's eyes which had just barely opened, and pressed it again without hesitation!

"Aaaaaah—!" An even more piercing scream echoed in the bathroom. The middle-aged man curled up in agony, tears and snot streaming down his face. "My eyes! Damn it!!"

He rolled on the ground, but even so, he gritted his teeth and, apart from cursing and screaming, didn't utter a single word about the information: "Kill me...you're finished too...you'll get nothing!!"

As time ticked by, and the other person chose to endure extreme pain rather than speak, the three policewomen felt a sense of helplessness and intense anxiety.

"Damn it, so stubborn! Let me do it!" Miyamoto Yumi was furious. She snatched the pepper spray from Sato Miwako's hand, a bold idea flashing through her mind.

She yelled at Miwako Sato and Naeko Miike, "You two, hold him down and pull down his pants!"

Although Sato Miyumi was taken aback, she instantly understood Yumi's intention.

Time is of the essence, and there is no room for hesitation!

She immediately stepped forward and forcefully pressed the struggling middle-aged man down onto the slippery ground. Miike Naeko disdainfully pulled down his suit pants!

A glint of mischievous smirk flashed in Miyamoto Yumi's eyes as she sprayed the underwear with the spray!

"Awoooooo—!!!!!"

This scream was far worse than any before; it was sharp, shrill, and filled with primal fear and agony!

The middle-aged man arched his back like a shrimp thrown into a frying pan, his eyes bulging, his whole body convulsing violently. He desperately tried to cover his wounds with his hands, but dared not touch them because of the burning pain. He could only scratch wildly in the air.

This pain far surpasses the stinging of the eyes; it's an extreme torment that directly affects the most sensitive nerve endings!

Yumi Miyamoto, suppressing her discomfort, shouted sternly, "Are you scared yet?! If you're scared, then confess honestly!! Otherwise, there's something even more fun to come!"

However, what was chilling was that even though the middle-aged man was in so much pain that he almost fainted, rolling on the ground, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, he still managed to squeeze out broken words through clenched teeth: "If you have the guts, kill...kill me!! I won't say a word!!"

Yumi Miyamoto got really worked up and sprayed the underwear several more times until the color of the underwear changed.

The entire bottle of high-intensity spray was completely used up when the spray can began to hiss empty.

The middle-aged man was in so much pain that he could barely make a sound. He could only gasp for breath like a fish out of water, his body twitching intermittently. But deep in his eyes, there was still a stubborn and desperate madness, and he still refused to give in.

Looking at the empty spray can and the still stubborn target, Miyamoto Yumi was at a loss. Was this really the end?

Just then, Miike Naoko, who was always shy and introverted, somehow found a sharp pair of scissors.

She silently handed the scissors to Miyamoto Yumi, her voice soft yet clear: "Yumi-nee... this..."

Yumi Miyamoto was taken aback at first, then a sharp glint of enlightenment flashed in her eyes!

She snatched the pair of scissors, which gleamed coldly under the bathroom light, knelt down, and gently pressed the icy tips against her underwear.

The middle-aged man felt the unique coldness and sharpness of the metal, his body stiffened abruptly, all his convulsions and groans stopped instantly, and an immense, unprecedented fear overwhelmed all his previous persistence and wishful thinking!
Miyamoto Yumi's words, like a devil's whisper, pounded into his ears, one word at a time: "I'll ask you one last time, will you tell me or not?"

She tightened her wrist slightly, the tip of the scissors causing a slight stinging sensation: "If you don't talk, I'll 'chop' you, so you can never be a man again! I mean what I say!"

This finally shattered the middle-aged man's last psychological defense.

Physical pain may be bearable, but this fundamental and devastating threat to a man pushes him beyond his limits.

Why did he choose this line of work? Wasn't it just to make money? And what would he do with the money? Wasn't it just to enjoy himself?

If you lose your manhood, what's the point of all your hard work?

"No! No! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!! Take it away! Take it away now!!" He screamed in despair, his voice filled with utter terror and pleading, his body stiff and motionless, afraid that the scissors would really fall if he moved even slightly.

"This batch of goods...after being signed for...will be immediately sealed in a specially made anti-detection box...and sent to the C7 exclusive warehouse in the third cargo area of ​​Haneda Airport."

“Our people will be there to meet you…and then…then you’ll be transferred to a designated private plane…the plane will follow a predetermined route…to deliver the goods to distribution points across the country!!”

He blurted out all the crucial information he knew, disregarding any confidentiality agreements or consequences, only hoping that the terrifying scissors would stay away from him.

The three women in the bathroom were all startled upon hearing this.

Nationwide shipping?
They're treating people like commodities to be sold.

A clear and terrifying transnational human trafficking and transportation chain was finally forcibly pried open in front of them!
(End of this chapter)