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

Chapter 683 The Sisters Fight (2 Updates)
The next morning at 10:30, Mihana Park.

Elena Miyano sat on a bench by the fountain, unconsciously clutching the vintage leather handbag she had specially bought.

Today, she specially chose the British style outfit that her sister was most familiar with—a khaki double-breasted trench coat over a plaid dress, with a silk bow at the neckline, and sandals on her feet.

Miyano Akemi Elena unconsciously took off her right sandal and gently swung it around, hooking the heel with her toes.

This little action, which had been scolded countless times by her older sister since childhood, has now become an instinctive reaction to relieve anxiety.

The toes of her shoes traced an uneasy arc in the air, mirroring her anxious state of mind.

"My sister must be terrified..." She gazed at her reflection in the fountain, her youthful appearance shimmering in the water.

What kind of impact will this body, restored by drugs, have on Mary?
She had already rehearsed countless explanations in her mind—from scientific experiment accidents to special drug reactions—and even considered whether to fabricate a more palatable lie.

But in the end, she decided to tell the truth. After all, what she had to confess was far more complicated than her shrinking body: she had two daughters.

Thinking of this, Elena couldn't help but sigh, her voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the sound of the fountain: "I hope my sister will believe me..."

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Meanwhile, on the top floor of a commercial building opposite the park, a petite figure was holding a high-precision telescope.

Mary, who looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, is calmly observing every movement in the park.

"Group A reports: No suspicious persons were found at the east entrance."

"Team B confirms that the western bush area is safe."

Reports from each group came through the headset, and Mary's fingers tightened slightly on the binoculars' adjustment ring.

She was wearing a typical junior high school uniform, but her backpack contained equipment far beyond her age—a miniature communicator, a stun gun, and a compact handgun.

When that familiar figure appeared in the frame, Mary almost stopped breathing.

Not only was the outfit perfectly replicated, but even the little gesture of swaying the shoes was imitated flawlessly.

The telescope was focused on the other person's earlobe—even the tiny mole was in the exact same spot.

“That’s quite a good imitation…” Mary sneered, her voice filled with suppressed anger. “But unfortunately, I won’t fall for it this time.”

She recalled her previous experience in London, where Vermouth disguised herself as Akai Tsutomu, approached her, and forced her to take drugs, causing her to pay a heavy price.

Fortunately, she survived, though her body shrank.

After adjusting her headset, Mary gave the order: "All units, stand by. Do not move without my signal."

She pulled her baseball cap down low and put away her binoculars.

It's time to go and meet this imposter for myself.

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Just as Elena Miyano was checking her phone for the fifth time, a girl in a school uniform suddenly appeared in her line of sight.

The girl was wearing a baseball cap and had her head down, making it impossible to see her face.

As he passed a bench, he suddenly tossed a paper airplane into her arms.

Elena Miyano picked up the paper airplane in surprise, almost holding her breath as she unfolded it—it was written in Mary's distinctive cursive English, with a brief instruction: "Follow her."

There was a small ink stain in the lower right corner of the paper, which was exactly the same as the code they used when they were young.

"Please wait a moment!" Elena Miyano hurriedly stood up, almost taking off her shoes, and asked, "Did Mary send you? Where is she?"

The girl in front didn't turn around; she simply lowered the brim of her hat and quickened her pace.

Elena Miyano noticed that she seemed to be coughing unnaturally, her thin shoulders trembling slightly with each cough.

"Um... are you alright?" Elena Miyano asked with concern, jogging to catch up with the girl. "If you need any help..."

The girl suddenly turned onto a secluded path, where the trees were denser and there were far fewer tourists.

The sunlight was filtered through layers of leaves, leaving only faint patches of light on the gravel path.

Elena Miyano felt vaguely uneasy, but she followed anyway—after all, it was Mary's handwriting, and she would never mistake that for real.

"Where are we going?" Elena Miyano's voice began to carry doubt. "Is Mary really here?"

The girl in front finally stopped under a huge ginkgo tree.

Surrounded by towering trees, this place forms a relatively secluded space.

"Is Mary here?" Elena Miyano looked around; there was no one else there. "But there's no one else here either."

The moment those words left her lips, the girl in front of her suddenly turned around, revealing a face under her baseball cap that left Elena speechless.

It was a very familiar face, especially those sharp eyes, which shocked Elena Miyano: "My God! You...you...you child...how come you look so much like Mary? Could it be...you are Mary's daughter?"

She couldn't help but step forward, gently cupping the girl's face in her hands, touching and pinching it, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise.

"She looks exactly like Mary when she was little," Elena Miyano exclaimed. "Especially that stubborn look and that aura, it's really unsettling..."

She said with some doubt, "But isn't it too similar? Even the scar on her forehead is there. I remember it was left when she was seven years old and tried to steal my hair clip..."

The moment those words left her mouth, Miyano Elena clearly felt the girl's gaze sharpen, which startled her, and she quickly withdrew her hands.

She felt a strong sense of familiarity with the feeling and couldn't help but ask, "Oh, um... what's your name?"

A cold smile played on the girl's lips, her voice carrying a composure and coldness that belied her age: "You've prepared quite well this time, even considering such details?" Miyano Elena was stunned, not understanding what the other person was talking about.

“But I’m curious.” Mary’s voice suddenly turned cold, her eyes sharp as knives: “Where did you find out about the hairpin scar? Only two people in the world know about it—”

“—One is me, and the other…” she said, each word like an icicle piercing the air: “Elena, who should have died eighteen years ago!”

Upon hearing this, Elena Miyano was stunned for a moment. Under the gaze of those all-too-familiar eyes, she understood something and exclaimed with her mouth agape, "You...you...you're Mary?"

Mary sneered, "You're only realizing it now? Too late!!"

The stun gun that suddenly appeared in her hand flashed a dangerous blue light, but just as she lunged forward, Miyano Elena retreated nimbly as if she had foreseen it.

“Mary, calm down, I can explain.” Elena’s voice was flustered, but her steps remained steady.

She was very familiar with this starting position; Mary always liked to use this move to strike first when they practiced self-defense in the backyard as children.

“Explain to me when you’re lying down!” Mary said coldly, lunging forward again.

Her petite figure moved almost silently across the ground covered in ginkgo leaves, her school uniform skirt fluttering with her movements.

Elena Miyano dodged the stun gun's trajectory with a quick sidestep, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's too late to explain once I'm lying down... Give me a few minutes!"

Her evasions were fluid and effortless, as if this were not a sudden attack, but a dance that had been rehearsed countless times.

Mary's attacks missed several times in a row, and a look of disbelief flashed across her young face.

But she quickly adjusted her stance and suddenly changed her strategy to attack the lower body.

This time, however, Elena Miyano did not dodge.

Instead, she precisely grabbed Mary's wrist, and with a quick pull and twist, she completely anticipated Mary's movements.

"Mary, let me explain!!" She tightened her grip. "Why are you still like this? You've never listened to my explanations since we were little!!!"

This statement was like igniting a powder keg.

Anger flared in Mary's eyes: "Don't talk to me like my sister!"

She used the momentum to leap into the air and delivered a beautiful roundhouse kick straight for the opponent's face.

But Elena Miyano simply leaned back slightly to avoid the attack.

Mary then launched a fierce attack.

Elena Miyano has been bullied by her older sister, a fighting prodigy, since she was a child, and has long since developed a complete "Mary countermeasure system".

Now that Mary has become a child, with significantly reduced limb length and strength, she finds it much easier to cope.

In this peculiar confrontation, Elena Miyano even began to regain some of her confidence.

When Mary launched another sweeping kick, she not only easily dodged it, but also took the opportunity to lightly kick her sister's buttocks.

“Oh!” Mary exclaimed in surprise, turning to glare at the sly-looking imposter.

"You won't listen to me, huh?" A strange light gleamed in Miyano Elena's eyes: "Then don't blame me for bullying you!!"

She tried again, this time with a little more force, kicking Mary hard in the buttocks, making her stumble.

Three figures were watching all of this from behind the bushes in the distance.

Mingmei gripped her sister's hand tightly, asking worriedly, "Why are they fighting? Should we go and stop them?"

Ai nodded in agreement: "It's better to let them calm down."

But Shiraishi E reached out and stopped them: "Don't make any rash moves."

He pointed to several windows in the commercial building across the street: "There are snipers around here... It must have been arranged by your aunt. Let them shoot! No one will die anyway."

He paused, then his tone became playful: "Besides, didn't you notice? Your mother is very good at hiding."

Akemi and Ai looked closely and indeed found that although Elena Miyano seemed to be being chased and beaten, she was actually handling the situation with ease.

She could not only anticipate Mary's every move, but also retaliate from time to time—especially those kicks aimed at the buttocks, which were clearly driven by personal grudges.

What surprised the two sisters most was the expression on their mother's face: it was a mixture of vengeful pleasure.

Each time she successfully dodged an attack, the corners of her mouth would unconsciously turn up; each time she successfully counterattacked, a playful glint would flash in her eyes.

"Mom... seems to be enjoying it?" Akemi asked uncertainly.

Ai's eyes widened slightly: "And she seems to be very familiar with Auntie's attack patterns."

As they observed, Elena Miyano did indeed gradually rediscover the feeling she had when sparring with her sister back then.

After dodging another elbow strike, she suddenly used a tripping move that they used in their childhood—one of the self-defense techniques their father taught the two sisters.

The moment Mary tripped and lost her balance, a genuine look of shock flashed in her eyes.

This move is known only to the real Elena Miyano, as it is a secret technique between them.

In the instant Mary was lost in thought, Elena Miyano had already circled behind her, gently locking her in from behind, and said, "Now listen to me properly, okay?"

Mary froze on the spot. After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally made a gesture.

In a window of a commercial building, a sniper removed his finger from the trigger and whispered into the microphone, "All clear, retreat."

(End of this chapter)