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

Chapter 652 No weapons? That's easy! (2 updates)
Unlike the relatively "civilized" yet ingenious interrogation methods of Sato Miwako and her colleagues, Shiraishi E's methods towards the only surviving bodyguard, who had been unconscious by Sato using judo techniques, appeared direct and cruel.

After being woken up by the splash of mineral water, the bodyguard still had a hint of confusion and ferocity in his eyes before he lost consciousness. But when he met Shiraishi E's cold, emotionless eyes, as if she were looking at an object, he instinctively felt a chill run down his spine.

He tried to struggle, but found that his hands were tied behind his back and fixed in a very professional binding method, and his feet were also tied, making it almost impossible for him to move.

"Awake?" Shiraishi E's voice was flat, even a little bored.

Because he knew that the other party would absolutely not be able to persist with his methods!

The bodyguard gritted his teeth, trying to appear tough, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Pah! Who exactly are you people? Do you know the consequences of messing with us?"

Shiraishi E did not answer his question, but tilted her head slightly, as if assessing where to start.

The next second, he moved without warning!

He suddenly grabbed the bodyguard's right arm, which was tied behind his back, stabilized the shoulder with one hand, grabbed the wrist with the other, and then, with a calm and outrageous gesture, twisted it sharply in the opposite direction!
"Crack!"

A sharp, clear sound of bones breaking echoed through the silent suite, particularly jarring.

The bodyguard's pupils dilated instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and an uncontrollable, shrill scream burst from deep in his throat. The intense pain almost made him faint again.

Shiraishi's attack was precise and ruthless, crippling one of his arms and completely destroying his mental defenses in the face of resistance.

"Are you more awake now?" Shiraishi E's voice remained calm, as if she had only broken a twig. "Can we begin the Q&A session now?"

The bodyguard was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat and was panting heavily. The ferocity in his eyes had been mostly replaced by fear, but he still clenched his teeth and refused to speak.

"Oh, still not going to talk?" Shiraishi E didn't seem surprised at all; instead, a cruelly amused smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He slowly squatted down, grabbed the bodyguard's left hand, and forcibly pressed his palm to the ground.

“It’s alright, we have plenty of time. Let’s play a game, it’ll help us stay alert.” Shiraishi E said, pressing her knee down on the bodyguard’s wrist so he couldn’t pull his hand away.

Then, he stretched out his fingers and pinched the bodyguard's left index finger.

"The first question is very simple: what is 1000 minus 7?" he asked casually, as if he were asking a question in class.

The bodyguard was shocked, angry, and in pain, completely bewildered by what this devil was trying to do.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Shiraishi E nodded and smiled, "Can't answer? That's okay, we have a hint."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his fingers!

"Ah—!" Another shrill scream rang out as the bodyguard's index finger was snapped off at an unnatural angle!
The pain in his fingers, which were connected to his heart, caused his body to convulse violently.

“It’s 993.” Shiraishi E released her broken finger as if she had simply completed a math problem, then slowly pinched her middle finger. “So, what is 993 minus 7?”

The bodyguard was on the verge of collapse, overwhelmed by immense fear and pain. Looking at the smiling yet ruthless man before him, he felt as if he were facing a real devil. He didn't want to answer, but saw the man's fingers tighten again—

"986! It's 986!" Driven by intense pain and fear, he almost screamed the answer, his voice filled with despair.

"Very good, you got it right. It seems your math foundation is quite good." Shiraishi E nodded approvingly, but her fingers, which were still pinching her middle finger, didn't loosen. "So, what about 986 minus 7?"

"No! Don't! I'll talk! I'll tell you whatever you ask! Please don't..." The bodyguard's mental defenses completely collapsed, and he pleaded with tears streaming down his face.

He would rather die than endure the horrific process of constantly calculating the progress of his torture while feeling his finger bones being broken one by one.

"Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this earlier?" Shiraishi E seemed to regretfully release her grip, but her foot remained on the other person's wrist, applying pressure: "Save everyone's time. Now, tell me everything you know about your employer, about this trading network, everything."

Overwhelmed by extreme pain and fear, the bodyguard no longer cared about loyalty or professional ethics; he just wanted to end this nightmare as soon as possible.

He began to confess incoherently yet eagerly, revealing everything he knew.

However, he was also a hired security guard, mainly responsible for protecting the middle-aged man's personal safety and ensuring that the handover of the "goods" went smoothly.

As for the handover location and general procedures, he knew nothing; he simply did whatever he was told to do.

His mission was merely to escort and deter, and he had no access to the real core secrets.

Shiraishi listened quietly, her sharp eyes discerning the truthfulness of his words.

He quickly realized that the bodyguard was indeed just an outside thug, and probably knew even less about the inside story than the four human traffickers.

"It seems your value ends here." After hearing this, Shiraishi E broke his neck without any hesitation.

I had just finished dealing with this when the bathroom door opened.

Sato Miwako, Miyamoto Yumi, and Miike Naeko came out, all three with a blush on their faces that was a mixture of excitement, lingering fear, and a sense of accomplishment.

"We got it! We got important information!" Miyamoto Yumi reported excitedly to Shiraishi E, as if she were taking credit.

The cold cruelty on Shiraishi's face vanished instantly, replaced by her usual slightly playful smile. She praised, "Oh? So fast? That's impressive! Much more efficient than the tough guys on my side."

He raised an eyebrow curiously: "But... I'm a little curious, what method did you use to get him to talk? That guy doesn't seem like someone who's easily subdued."

The three policewomen exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat subtle.

Finally, it was the most outgoing Miyamoto Yumi who explained with a hint of smugness and a triumphant tone: "That guy was stubborn at first, even after we hit him, he still wouldn't say anything! Luckily, Naoko had a flash of inspiration and remembered that there was still a half-used bottle of pepper spray in the minibar..."

Miike Naeko blushed and added in a low voice, "I... I only gave it to Sato-senpai because he was so awful."

Sato Miwako crossed her arms and concluded, "I sprayed it in his eyes, but it didn't work. Then Yumi took the spray and sprayed the whole bottle into his crotch through his pants."

Shiraishi E: "..."

Even though he had seen all kinds of storms, upon hearing this "torture," he couldn't help but subconsciously bring his legs together, feeling a sudden chill and phantom pain in his groin.

His lips twitched slightly, and he exclaimed sincerely, "...You guys...are truly talented. This method...is indeed unique and effective."

He paused, then said with a mixture of sympathy and intense curiosity, "Um... I'll go in and check on that guy."

Shiraishi E pushed open the bathroom door, and a faint, pungent smell had not yet completely dissipated.

The well-dressed middle-aged man was now lying on the cold tile floor in a very disheveled state. His expensive trousers were soaked in the crotch area, his face was ashen, and his eyes were rolled back. He had obviously fainted after enduring great pain.

Shiraishi E walked over and carefully nudged the other person with her toe to confirm that he was just unconscious.

Out of some inexplicable curiosity, he bought a pair of rubber gloves from the bandit mall, put them on, and gently pulled down the other person's expensive underwear.

"hiss--"

Even though she was somewhat prepared, the sight before her still made Shiraishi E gasp.

The skin in that area was no longer its normal color, but rather a very ominous, deep red, as if it had been scalded by boiling water. It was also severely swollen, almost twice the size of its normal size, and the skin looked shiny, creating a rather horrifying visual effect.

After all, the "spiciness" brought by capsaicin is essentially a burning pain, not a taste.

Such a high concentration and large dose of irritating chemicals directly act on the most vulnerable areas of men, where nerve endings are most densely packed, causing pain that is simply indescribable.

Shiraishi silently helped the other man put on his pants, her eyes filled with sympathy as she looked at the unconscious Mr. Kim.

He shook his head. "This... is no different from just cutting it off!"

With a sigh, he stood up, stomped on the man's neck, and ended the middle-aged man's sinful life.

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After leaving the bathroom, Shiraishi returned to the living room and picked up the middle-aged man's tablet computer.

The screen was still lit, displaying the encrypted transaction interface.

He quickly swiped a few times to examine the information inside.

His gaze swept quickly across the screen, a "just as I thought" smile playing on his lips.

Shiraishi E raised her head, looked at the three policewomen who were taking a short break and catching their breath, and said, "Alright, intelligence confirmed."

"The transaction will take place in the private jet hangar area of ​​Haneda Airport, in about two hours."

“Now that we know the location and time of the transaction, let’s intercept that private jet!” Sato Miwako, Miyamoto Yumi, and Miike Naeko exchanged glances.

Although the plan was audacious to the point of being insane, they had already gone too far and were now deeply embroiled in the vortex, with no turning back.

The three took a deep breath, nodded firmly, and their eyes regained their resolve: "Okay!"

Without saying another word, Shiraishi quickly tapped the virtual "Confirm Receipt" button on the tablet.

The interface redirected, and a detailed delivery address immediately popped up—a specific hangar number within Haneda Airport, along with a seemingly meaningless coded message, presumably used to verify identity during the handover.

"Let's move." Shiraishi E put the tablet in her pocket and walked towards the several huge suitcases first.

The four once again transformed into "cold-blooded deliverymen," laboriously dragging the suitcase containing the unconscious human trafficker out of the suite, into the elevator, and down to the parking lot.

This time, they had a new means of transportation—the middle-aged man's black luxury van.

Yumi Miyamoto volunteered to be the driver and unlocked the vehicle using the car keys she found on the middle-aged man.

They stuffed the "goods" back into the spacious trunk and got into the car.

The leather seats are comfortable and spacious, but no one is in the mood to enjoy them at this moment.

Yumi Miyamoto drove her black minivan out of the Tomizawa Hotel, merged into the traffic, and headed towards Haneda Airport.

The lights of Tokyo outside the car window were dazzling, but the atmosphere inside the car gradually cooled down from the excitement of the successful operation.

As the initial excitement and adrenaline subsided, the anxieties of reality seeped into my heart like icy seawater.

Yumi Miyamoto gripped the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, her voice trembling slightly: "Um... can the four of us, unarmed, really intercept a private plane that might have armed personnel?"

She was already imagining the scene of the other party pulling out a submachine gun and opening fire.

From the back seat, Miike Naoko said in a voice barely audible, "I... I just used up my only pepper spray. If we go like this... won't we be going to intercept them, but instead become food for human traffickers?"

She could almost see herself being stuffed into a suitcase.

Even the fiercest Sato Miwako frowned at this moment.

Her fighting skills were enough to deal with one or two thugs, but against a criminal organization that might be heavily armed, her police officer status and judo skills seemed utterly ineffective.

She didn't speak, but her clenched fists and serious expression betrayed her worry.

Shiraishi E sat in the passenger seat, glanced at the three women's expressions, and thoughtfully stroked her chin.

He suddenly spoke up, "Hmm...that makes sense. No weapons? That's easy! I know where to find weapons!"

"Where?" the three women blurted out almost simultaneously.

Instead of answering directly, Shiraishi E entered an address into the car's navigation system and gestured to Miyamoto Yumi: "Drive to this address first."

Despite her doubts, Yumi Miyamoto followed her instructions and set the navigation, changing the driving route. The car turned in another direction.

Sato Miwako leaned forward and asked curiously, "Shiraishi-kun, where is this?"

Shiraishi E simply smiled mysteriously, keeping everyone in suspense: "You'll find out when we get there. It's a place where you can borrow good things."

Following the navigation, Yumi Miyamoto navigated through Tokyo's intricate streets.

The further she drove, the more familiar the surrounding street scenes seemed.

She said, "That's strange, I feel like I've been here before..."

Miike Naeko looked out the car window and muttered to herself, "This road... seems a bit familiar... It's a pity it's not daytime, otherwise I would have recognized it."

Soon, the navigation indicated that the destination was on the right ahead.

The car slowly came to a stop in front of a rather impressive two-story building with a neon sign that read "XX Real Estate Firm".

Despite its real estate label, the building was still brightly lit at this hour, and two idle young men in floral shirts with a frivolous air could be vaguely seen loitering around the entrance.

"We're here. Wait for me a moment." After saying that, Shiraishi E put on a mask, got out of the car, and walked straight towards the real estate development.

This style, this atmosphere...

Yumi Miyamoto gasped sharply. She remembered, her voice trembling with shock: "This place! This place seems to be the territory of the Muddy Association!!"

As a traffic police officer, she had dealt with many members of these yakuza organizations and had some understanding of their locations.

Miike Naeko's face also turned pale instantly, and she added with certainty, "Yes, that's right! It's a property under the Muddy Cannon! We always make a point of avoiding it during our patrols!"

Sato Miwako was also shocked: "A mudslinging party?! What is Shiraishi-kun doing over there?!" She couldn't understand Shiraishi E's intentions.

Yumi Miyamoto chuckled dryly and said, "Ha...haha...he, he couldn't possibly really be trying to go in...to 'borrow' weapons from those yakuza members, could he?"

As if to prove her words—

As soon as she finished speaking, several muffled but clear sounds suddenly came from inside the tightly closed doors of the "real estate agency"—

"Bang! Bang bang!!"

It was gunfire!! Although it was equipped with a silencer, its distinctive sound was still extremely penetrating in the quiet night!

The three policewomen inside the car shuddered instantly, almost instinctively shrinking their necks, their faces ashen.

"Drive! Drive away quickly!!" Miyamoto Yumi almost screamed as she frantically tried to shift gears.

"Wait!" Although Sato Miwako's heart was pounding with fear, she suppressed her terror and grabbed Miyamoto Yumi's hand: "Wait a few more minutes! Trust Shiraishi-kun!"

Although she didn't know what to believe, her intuition told her that panicking and running away now might make things worse.

Yumi Miyamoto was on the verge of tears, her hands trembling as she gripped the steering wheel, feeling as if every second was an eternity.

A few more sounds of fighting and breaking could be faintly heard from inside the office, and then... things gradually quieted down.

Just as the three of them were on the verge of suffocating with tension, the door creaked open.

Shiraishi E walked out as if nothing had happened, but she was carrying a heavy-looking black travel bag.

He walked briskly to the car, opened the door, threw the travel bag into the back seat, which landed next to Miike Naoko, making her shudder again. She then quickly sat back in the passenger seat.

"Done, let's go." He glanced at the bloodstains on his sleeve and frowned.

Without him even urging her, Miyamoto Yumi, her face pale, almost reflexively stepped on the gas, and the luxury van shot off like a startled wild horse, quickly leaving this terrible place of trouble.

Even after driving several blocks, Yumi Miyamoto's heart was still pounding wildly.

Looking at her pale profile, Shiraishi E smiled and comforted her, "You don't need to drive so fast. Don't worry, they won't catch up."

Miwako Sato took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound steady as she asked, "Shiraishi-kun, what were you doing inside just now?!"

Shiraishi sighed, "I just went in to borrow something. They weren't very cooperative, and they even tried to touch me."

"They only injured a few people, nothing serious... Sigh, I'm helpless. If they had just obediently lent me their guns, nothing would have happened. Why did they have to resist?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Miike Naeko and asked, "Do you seem flustered?"

Miike Naeko looked at the deadly weapon protruding from the half-open travel bag, then glanced at Shiraishi E, who had a "minor problem solved" expression on her face.

She shook her head vigorously, her pigtails swaying wildly, her voice incredibly firm: "No, I'm not panicking! I'm not panicking at all! Really!"

She screamed inwardly: "Still dare to panic?! Who knows where this ruthless guy will 'visit' next?! The Metropolitan Police Department headquarters?!"

Compared to facing potentially armed criminals, she suddenly felt that her teammate, who could single-handedly raid a yakuza armory, was... more terrifying!

(End of this chapter)