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

Chapter 686 Mary: Has he always been this awesome? (1st update)
The rapid gunfire, like popping beans, shattered the street's feigned tranquility!

Mary's submachine gun spat fire, the bullets accurately hitting the hood and tires of the vehicles trying to surround her.

The MI6 vehicles that were carrying out the encirclement mission were clearly caught off guard.

They had anticipated that Mary might resist, but they never expected the enemy's firepower to be so fierce, as they immediately pulled out submachine guns!

The driver of the vehicle at the front instinctively jerked the steering wheel to avoid the collision, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the ground, and the formation momentarily became chaotic.

The second-in-command's shocked and furious roar immediately came through the comms: "Counterattack! Counterattack immediately! Aim for their tires! Suppress her, but be careful not to hurt the target!"

Upon receiving the order, the well-trained agents reacted swiftly.

The windows of several cars rolled down quickly, and several agents armed with handguns leaned out and opened fire on the van where Mary was!
In an instant, bullets rained down on the car, sparks flying everywhere!

"Ah—!" The sudden and intense firefight startled Elena Miyano, who screamed in fright. Her face turned pale, and she couldn't understand why things had been fine just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a battlefield of bullets.

She instinctively hugged the bag in her arms tighter, her body trembling slightly with fear.

"Get down!" Ai reacted extremely quickly. She grabbed her mother and pressed her down as far as possible, hiding behind the bulletproof seat to avoid being hit by stray bullets that might penetrate the car window.

Although there was a hint of tension on her face, her eyes were unusually calm, as if she were not entirely unfamiliar with this kind of scene.

Akemi, in the driver's seat, remained calm and composed despite the danger.

Almost the instant she heard the other side fire, she immediately pressed a button on the center console.

With a soft hum of an electric motor, the car windows next to me and Ai instantly rose up with sturdy, transparent bulletproof barriers, effectively blocking the dense barrage of bullets and ensuring our safety.

Seeing this, Mary shifted her gun again and used short bursts to suppress the vehicles that were firing, trying to force them to slow down or leave.

Her shots were extremely intimidating, but clearly avoided vital areas such as the vehicle's fuel tank and cockpit.

Shiraishi E, sitting in the passenger seat, watched all of this unfold, her tone laced with sarcasm: "What? Still can't bring yourself to kill these traitors? Need me to do it for you?"

As Mary switched shots, she coldly retorted, her tone laced with the anger of betrayal and a hint of displeasure at being doubted: "If you're so capable, then you do it!!"

"Alright, I'll do it then." Shiraishi E chuckled, as if she had been waiting for these words.

He didn't even turn around; he simply stretched his right hand, which was holding a pistol, out of the window without looking, and casually pulled the trigger at one of the vehicles that was closest to him and had the most firepower.

"boom!"

After a gunshot that wasn't particularly loud, what happened next stunned everyone!

A huge fireball suddenly burst out from under the hood of the car, followed by a deafening explosion!
The entire car was as if it had been violently overturned by an invisible giant hand, flying several meters into the air before crashing heavily to the ground, turning into a burning pile of scrap metal!

This sight made Mary's eyes widen instantly, her mouth slightly agape, her face filled with disbelief! "This... how is this possible?!"

With just a pistol, he blew up a car traveling at high speed with a single shot?
This was completely beyond her understanding of weapons; it was so exaggerated it was like something out of a movie!

"Should we leave any survivors?" Shiraishi E's voice remained calm, as if she had only crushed a soda can rather than destroyed a car.

Mary snapped back to her senses and immediately realized that the boy in front of her possessed unimaginable and terrifying strength.

Suppressing her shock, she quickly said, "Yes! Leave my deputy alive! I must ask him some questions myself!" She needed to know just how high up this betrayal came from.

"Understood." Shiraishi E replied, and casually raised his hand again, firing two more shots, "Bang!"

The front tire of the other vehicle that was trying to flank it was instantly blown off. The vehicle immediately lost control and wobbled like a drunkard as it crashed into the roadside guardrail. After a series of teeth-grinding metallic clangs, it overturned on its side and became completely incapacitated.

He then said to Mingmei, "Mingmei, back up the car."

Without hesitation, Mingmei immediately applied the brakes to slow down, then decisively shifted into reverse. The vehicle let out a low growl and nimbly reversed, stopping precisely next to the car that had overturned due to a tire blowout.

Shiraishi E pulled out a black mask from somewhere and put it on, covering most of her face, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes.

He opened the car door, and before getting out, he turned back and asked, "What does your deputy look like?"

"Short hair, wearing sunglasses!!" Mary quickly described.

She watched as Shiraishi E strolled leisurely toward the overturned vehicle that was still smoking. She instinctively wanted to warn her to be careful, but she swallowed the words back—after witnessing that incredible marksmanship, she felt that the agents inside were probably the ones who needed to be careful.

Sure enough, when Shiraishi approached the overturned vehicle, an agent inside who was only pretending to be unconscious suddenly sprang up and tried to shoot through the broken window!

However, his movements appeared to Shiraishi E as if they were in slow motion.

The moment he raised his hand, Shiraishi E's pistol fired.

"Bang!" The bullet struck him precisely between the eyebrows, and the agent froze instantly, collapsing powerlessly to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, the other car door was flung open, and another agent struggled to climb out and fight back.

Without even looking, Shiraishi fired another shot with her backhand. The bullet passed through the narrow gap and ended the opponent's life instantly.

Finally, only the short-haired, sunglasses-wearing deputy who matched Mary's description remained.

Seeing his two companions killed instantly, he was terrified and had just raised his pistol when he felt a piercing pain in his wrist before he could even aim!

"Bang!" The gun in his hand was accurately hit by a bullet, spinning and falling several meters away.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, cleanly and efficiently, without the slightest hesitation.

Mary, inside the car, saw everything clearly through the window. She was once again stunned, speechless, almost unable to believe her eyes! That reaction speed, that millimeter-precision shooting, that almost premonition-like calm in the face of a sneak attack…

This is completely beyond her understanding of human capabilities!
She turned around incredulously to look at Ai, who was also staring out the window behind her, her voice trembling slightly: "Has he...has he always been this awesome?"

Ai turned around, glanced calmly at Mary, then gently shook her head, giving Mary an answer that surprised her even more: "No, that's not it."

Mary was even more surprised: "What was he like before?"

Ai replied in a calm, factual tone, "Before... he was more used to carrying a rocket launcher and directly blasting the target, people and buildings, to smithereens. Today..."

She paused, seemingly searching for the right words: "It was a very gentle and precise approach."

Mary was stunned by the answer. Her brain was almost unable to process the words "rocket launcher" and "bombing" with the seemingly lazy boy in front of her.

What kind of answer is this?
Even Mingmei, who was in the driver's seat, nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, Auntie, he was probably in a good mood today, so he chose a method that was less noisy."

Mary fell completely silent, staring blankly out the window.

Shiraishi E walked up to her weaponless, horrified lieutenant and, without any further conversation, delivered a clean and precise chop to the side of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Then, as easily as dragging a piece of luggage, he pulled his deputy out of the wrecked car.

Watching the boy's frail figure dragging an agent through the smoke-filled streets, Mary's heart was filled with turmoil.

But at this moment, she finally understood why the other party was able to rescue Miyano Elena and the others from the black-clad organization!
--------------

After fleeing the scene, Akemi began to take a detour.

Instead of choosing the shortest path, she flexibly moved between several areas.

Sometimes it drives into narrow, old alleyways lacking surveillance cameras, sometimes it merges into busy main roads to blend in, and sometimes it suddenly turns into the underground parking lots of large shopping malls or office buildings.

In a secluded corner of one of the parking lots, she skillfully picked the lock on another unremarkable family car.

After changing cars, Akemi got back on the road and drove around for a long time, making sure that there were no suspicious vehicles following her before finally turning around and heading towards her real destination—the Miyano residence.

The vehicle smoothly drove into the mansion's garage, and the heavy roller shutter slowly closed, completely isolating the outside world.

Only then did Elena, inside the car, begin to relax her tense nerves.

Shiraishi E got out of the car first, and as if dragging an ordinary piece of luggage, easily pulled her still unconscious deputy out of the trunk and headed straight for the basement.

The air in the basement was slightly cool and carried a faint smell of dust.

He casually pushed open the door to an unused storage room, inside which were only some dusty old furniture.

He tossed his deputy onto the open ground in the center of the room, which served as a makeshift interrogation room.

Mary followed her downstairs, her face still cold, her eyes filled with suppressed anger at being betrayed and a kind of ruthless cruelty as if she were about to execute a family law.

She looked at her former subordinate, who was slumped on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Leave the rest to me! I will make him tell me everything he knows, without missing a single word."

Seeing this, Shiraishi E nodded indifferently: "Alright, you're a professional."

He paused, as if remembering something, and added, "Oh, right, I'll provide you with some tools; you might find them useful."

With that, he turned and went out of the room, bought an interrogation medical kit directly from the bandit shop, then came back and placed the kit at Mary's feet, opening the clasp with a "click".

The lid was lifted, revealing a neat array of medications and syringes: clearly labeled truth serum, tranquilizers to keep one conscious and prevent fainting, high doses of adrenaline to keep one's life hanging in the balance, and even some special drugs that Mary could immediately recognize for applying extreme pressure... Its professionalism and completeness were comparable to a small mobile interrogation station.

Mary looked at the box of "professional tools" and remained silent for a moment.

She looked up, glanced at Shiraishi E with a complicated expression, and finally took the box, saying softly, "Thank you."

But she couldn't suppress her questions and couldn't help but ask, "Where...where did you get so many...such a complete set of things?"

Shiraishi E casually pointed her chin toward the stairs: "The one upstairs, your niece, isn't that what she does? For her, mixing these things is probably easier than cooking."

Mary accepted this reasonable explanation.

Yes, for a genius who can develop drugs that reverse aging, concocting these interrogation drugs should indeed be a piece of cake.

She asked no more questions, took a deep breath, and turned her gaze back to her deputy, who had just woken up from the pain on the ground.

Without any warning, Mary suddenly bent down and, with extremely skillful and ruthless movements, grabbed her deputy's arms and legs, dislocating all four of his joints with a few teeth-grinding "crack" sounds!

Crisply and without any hesitation.

"Ah—!!!" The intense pain instantly jolted the deputy fully awake from his unconsciousness, causing him to let out a shrill scream like a pig being slaughtered. His forehead was instantly covered in large beads of cold sweat, and his body convulsed uncontrollably due to the excruciating pain. However, because his limbs were dislocated, he was unable to make any movements, leaving only desperate wails.

Mary stood coldly before him, as if looking down at an ant, her voice icy and threatening: "You should know my interrogation methods very well. This is just the beginning."

"If you don't want to experience what's to come, just honestly tell me everything you know, and I'll give you a quick death."

The assistant was terrified; the intense pain and profound fear of Mary's methods completely shattered his mental defenses.

Tears streamed down his face. Forgetting all loyalty and orders, he screamed in a distorted voice, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! It's a direct order from above! I'll tell you everything! Please... just give me a quick death!!"

(End of this chapter)