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

Chapter 690 Intimidation and Threats (1st Update)
The glass curtain wall of the Dongri Building reflects the city's neon lights under the night sky.

President Kitamura Ichiro finished his workday early, his face bearing his usual arrogance, and took the private elevator down to the basement level's private parking lot alone.

The empty parking lot was dimly lit, with only the echo of his leather shoes striking the ground.

His assistant was already waiting quietly in a black luxury car not far from the elevator entrance.

Kitamura opened the car door and habitually bent down to sit in the spacious back seat.

However, as soon as his body sank into the soft leather seat, he suddenly froze—there was another person sitting in the back seat, in the space that should have been just for him!

The man sat silently in the shadows, wearing a bandit mask, revealing only a pair of cold, emotionless eyes that were quietly watching him.

Kitamura's heart clenched suddenly. Overwhelmed with shock and anger, he opened his mouth to rebuke the uninvited guest.

But before he could finish speaking, his words were abruptly stuck in his throat.

Because the ruthless bandit only slightly moved his wrist, and a pistol with a silencer and a cold, hard metallic sheen appeared in his hand as if by magic, the muzzle pointing steadily at Kitamura, silently stopping the sound and movement that was about to erupt.

That gaze was calm and serene, yet more chilling than any menacing threat.

Kitamura's scolding and anger were instantly frozen. He stood there, frozen in place, cold sweat soaking the back of his shirt.

Shiraishi E gestured slightly towards the car with the muzzle of her gun. Kitamura could only swallow hard, stiffly sit down in the car, and close the door.

"Drive." A processed, slightly deep and distorted voice came from under the mask, revealing no age or distinguishing features.

The assistant in the front seat saw the scene in the back seat and the pistol in the rearview mirror. He turned pale with fright, and his hands on the steering wheel trembled violently. But he dared not disobey in the slightest and quickly started the car. The car drove smoothly out of the parking lot and merged into the night traffic.

During the journey, the carriage was deathly silent, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner and Kitamura's increasingly loud heartbeat.

Shiraishi finally spoke again, her distorted voice as calm as if she were discussing the weather: "You have to withdraw the lawsuit regarding the illness caused by the pollution from the Dongri factory by tomorrow night and accept all reasonable compensation claims from the other party."

Upon hearing this, Kitamura Ichiro was initially incredulous, but then a surge of overwhelming anger at being offended overwhelmed his fear.

He has always been the undisputed ruler in the company, and has never been threatened with a gun to his head.
What's more, it's about that trivial case that he completely disregards!
He forgot his predicament and habitually yelled, "You brat! Do you know who I am? You dare to—"

“Ahhhhhh——!!!”

A piercing scream instantly filled the entire carriage, drowning out his unfinished threats!
Without any warning or hesitation, Shiraishi E pulled the trigger!
The silenced pistol emitted two muffled, short "thuds" as the bullets accurately pierced Kitamura's knees!

A sharp pain overwhelmed Kitamura like a tsunami. His obese body convulsed violently, and blood quickly stained his expensive trousers and the leather seat beneath him.

He was like a fish thrown ashore, his mouth agape in vain, only able to let out a series of painful groans, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat pouring down his face.

The assistant in the front row was so terrified by the sudden bloody scene that he almost lost control and crashed into the guardrail next to him.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, making it almost impossible for him to drive normally.

Shiraishi E acted as if she had merely swatted two mosquitoes; the muzzle of the gun didn't even waver. Her eyes, visible through the mask, remained coldly fixed on Kitamura, who was writhing in agony. In a distorted voice devoid of any emotion, she asked again, "Do you agree or not?"

All of Kitamura Ichiro's arrogance and imposing manner were shattered by those two shots.

He truly felt the breath of death and the other party's cold-blooded indifference to human life.

The other party wasn't bluffing; they really dared to fire!
He endured the excruciating pain, tears streaming down his face, his voice broken as he pleaded and wailed, "I...I agree! I agree! Tomorrow...tomorrow morning...no! As soon as I get to the company, I'll have someone go to court to withdraw the lawsuit! I'll immediately apply for mediation! Compensation! We'll pay full compensation! Please...spare me..."

Shiraishi seemed satisfied with his reaction. He reached out and gently patted Kitamura's sweat- and tear-streaked cheek with the cold barrel of his gun, a gesture filled with extreme humiliation and threat.

“My patience is limited. I hope you’re a smart man and know what to do.” With that, he looked away from the limp Kitamura, took out a phone, and saw a constantly moving map of Tokyo and a flashing dot on the screen. He glanced at it and ordered his assistant, who was on the verge of collapse, “At the next intersection, turn right onto Beika Avenue.”

"Yes! Yes! Understood!" The assistant's voice was trembling with tears as he nodded repeatedly, almost instinctively steering the vehicle.

"Drive faster," Shiraishi E added casually.

The assistant immediately slammed on the gas, and the car sped through the traffic.

Shiraishi E's gaze drifted out the car window, scanning the vehicles on the road like a falcon.

Soon, a black Toyota Alphard minivan came into his view, and he memorized the license plate number.

"Catch up with that black Toyota van." His command was concise and cold.

The assistant didn't dare ask any more questions, just nodded frantically, and floored the accelerator again. The engine roared and quickly approached the van in front.

Just as the two vehicles were parallel, Kitamura and his assistant witnessed a scene they would never forget—the ruthless bandit beside them suddenly pulled out his pistol again without warning and fired accurately and continuously at the rear tires of the van!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two soft gunshots rang out, and the tires of the black minivan burst instantly. The vehicle suddenly lost control, swaying violently like a drunken beast, before overturning heavily to the side, leaving a series of dazzling sparks and a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound on the road!

"Stop the car," Shiraishi E ordered.

The assistant slammed on the brakes almost instinctively, and the car came to a sudden stop not far from the overturned van.

Shiraishi E pushed open the car door and walked over unhurriedly. Terrified cries for help and groans came from inside the overturned van.

He walked to the deformed car door, pulled it open forcefully, and then roughly dragged out a middle-aged man inside—President Kinoshita—who was also wearing an expensive suit and had a bloody head.

Before President Kinoshita could recover from the shock and pain of the car accident, he saw a man wearing a bandit mask and a pistol pointed at him.

He was about to ask what was going on when he heard another muffled gunshot!

"Ah—!" With the same scream, his knee was also instantly shattered by a bullet!
Looking down at Kinoshita, who was writhing in agony on the ground, Shiraishi said in a cold, twisted voice, "Tomorrow, I'll make your son, who hit someone with his car and fled, go to the Metropolitan Police Department to turn himself in and confess to all the dirty deeds he's committed. Otherwise..."

He paused, then moved the gun to Kinoshita's forehead. "Next time I come, I'll kill your whole family, understand?"

President Kinoshita was terrified. The excruciating pain and fear had robbed him of all reason, leaving only the instinct for survival. He nodded frantically, incoherently promising, "I understand! I understand! I'll make sure he goes! Tomorrow! Please don't kill me!!"

"I hope you're not playing me for a fool." Shiraishi E said this, then turned and went back to President Kitamura's car without giving the person on the ground another glance.

Inside the car, President Kitamura was in excruciating pain, covered in sweat and pale-faced, but dared not utter a sound. His assistant, on the other hand, was so frightened that he almost fainted. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and urine.

"Drive." Shiraishi E's voice remained calm.

The assistant restarted the vehicle with trembling hands, barely able to grip the steering wheel.

After driving through several more streets, Shiraishi E again ordered the vehicle to stop.

He opened the car door and got out silently, just as he had arrived, his figure quickly disappearing into the shadows by the roadside.

Only after confirming that the demon was truly gone did President Kitamura emerge from his semi-conscious state and let out a weak, yet utterly terrified wail: "Quick! Get me to the hospital!! Hurry!!!"

The assistant then seemed to snap out of his daze and hurriedly stepped on the gas again. The black sedan wobbled and sped toward the nearest hospital, as if a vengeful ghost was chasing it.

(End of this chapter)