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

Chapter 708 Taking the Hook and the Pursuit (1st Update)
Shiraishi and Conan hurriedly turned the corner of the building, only to find their blood freezing at the sight before them—Ran, her eyes closed and clearly unconscious, was being roughly picked up by a burly man in a black suit and quickly moved toward the back door!
Xiaolan's phone kept ringing.

Shiraishi E's brows furrowed instantly, and her eyes turned cold and sharp.

He had long known that the entertainment industry in Europe and America was rife with corruption, but he never expected these people to be so brazen as to kidnap someone at a high-security party frequented by celebrities! This was utterly lawless!
"Ran-neechan!!" Conan was shocked and horrified when he saw this. He shouted with all his might, hoping to wake Ran or attract the attention of others, while running after her with all his might.

The two rushed to the back exit, only to find two burly, expressionless bodyguards standing there like two iron towers blocking their way. They were clearly accomplices, responsible for covering their retreat and blocking the pursuers.

"Get out of the way!!" Conan shouted sternly in English.

Shiraishi Ei didn't even bother to utter a single word. A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly sprang into action like a cheetah!

Before the two bodyguards could fully react, he was already right in front of them!
He moved with lightning speed, delivering a precise chop to the side of one man's neck, while simultaneously sweeping his leg to trip the other man, causing him to lose his balance, and then followed up with a punch to the man's face.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled thuds came almost simultaneously. The two seemingly invincible bodyguards didn't even have time to utter a few more groans before they collapsed to the ground, instantly losing their fighting ability.

After overcoming the obstacle, the two rushed out the back door without hesitation.

The cool night air rushed in, and they just saw the black Chevrolet start up!
"Oh no! They're getting away!" Conan exclaimed urgently. In that critical moment, he displayed extraordinary calmness and resourcefulness, quickly pulling a tiny, button-sized signal tracker from his pocket and throwing it with all his might under the Chevrolet!

At the same time, he immediately pressed the button on the temple of his glasses, and the magnification and locking functions instantly appeared on the lens, clearly capturing and recording the license plate number of the car.

At that moment, the black Chevrolet accelerated away, quickly merged into the lane, and was about to disappear into the night.

"I've noted down the license plate!" Conan quickly recited the number, then anxiously turned to Shiraishi E, "Now what do we do..."

Before he could finish his question, he witnessed an even more straightforward and brutal scene—Shiraishi E dashed to the side of the road, and just as a white Mercedes was approaching, he spread his arms and blocked the front of the car!

A screeching sound of brakes rang out!
"What the hell?! Get out of here, you idiot!" The driver, still in shock, stuck his head out and cursed in English.

However, his response was to Shiraishi E suddenly pull open the car door!

Faced with Shiraishi's astonishing strength, the cursing white driver was pulled from the driver's seat like a chick and casually thrown into the bushes in the roadside green belt, emitting a series of screams and curses.

Shiraishi E didn't even glance at the person before getting into the driver's seat, leaving the key in the ignition.

Conan was stunned, but reacted quickly, immediately opening the passenger door and getting in. While fastening his seatbelt, he clearly stated the license plate number again: "They went in that direction!"

"Sit tight."

Shiraishi E's eyes were icy cold as she uttered three words before slamming her foot on the gas pedal!
The tires screeched against the ground as the vehicle shot off like an arrow, leaving a sharp trail in the Los Angeles night as it sped off in the direction the black Chevrolet had disappeared.

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On the viewing terrace on the second floor of the villa, Vermouth leaned gracefully against the railing, gazing intently at the view below.

When she saw Shiraishi E and Conan rush out the back door just as she had expected, and stage a car chase, a knowing smile crept onto her lips.

She knew the fish had taken the bait, and muttered to herself, "Let me see just how capable you two youngsters really are."
Just then, Xiaolan came out of the room connecting to the terrace, her face filled with surprise and admiration: "Miss Chris, you're right! The night view from the second floor is absolutely stunning!"

"The lights of the entire Beverly Hills are like a galaxy on earth! Thank you for calling me up, otherwise I would have definitely missed such a beautiful view!"

Vermouth turned around at the sound, her face instantly switching back to that flawless, warm, and charming smile, as if the person who had just been observing coldly and strategizing was not her.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She followed Xiaolan's gaze into the distance, her tone relaxed. "I heard that the designer of this building specifically chose this angle to frame the best view."

As the two were chatting, Xiaolan, with her sharp eyes, spotted someone coming out of the first-floor restroom and looking around for her garden.

Xiaolan immediately waved excitedly downstairs and shouted, "Yuanzi! We're here! Come on up! The view from here is amazing!"

After greeting Sonoko, Ran's gaze unconsciously swept across the second-floor terrace and the crowd below, a hint of confusion on her face: "Huh? Miss Chris, have you seen Emi and Conan? Where did they go? They were just over in the food area."

Upon hearing this, Vermouth gave a perfectly timed, slightly helpless expression and said casually, "Them... I think I just saw them rushing out the back door. They probably found these social parties too boring and went to find their own fun."

"Oh, I see." Ran nodded knowingly. She also knew that Shiraishi E and Conan weren't very interested in celebrities.

She instinctively reached for her phone to send a message asking where they were, but found the screen was completely black and nothing happened when she pressed any buttons.

"What happened?" Xiaolan asked, fiddling with her phone in confusion. "Why is my phone out of battery? I remember it was fully charged when I left home... How could it be draining so quickly?"

Vermouth glanced at the black-screened phone, a barely perceptible glint in her eyes, and casually suggested, "It looks like the phone is malfunctioning, or the battery is old. Take this opportunity to get a new one; the newer models have more features and take better photos."

Xiaolan looked at her phone with a pang of heartache and muttered, "Let's see if we can fix it first... There are so many photos and contact information stored on it."

Just then, Sonoko came running up to the second-floor terrace, panting, "Ran! You ran up here without saying a word! Wow! The view here is absolutely amazing!"

Her arrival temporarily interrupted the conversation about cell phones.

Three women stand on a terrace, admiring the dazzling night view of Los Angeles. Meanwhile, a high-speed car chase, triggered by a carefully orchestrated misdirection, is unfolding fiercely in the city's night.

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The white Mercedes roared in a deep rumble on the winding downhill road in Beverly Hills, its engine revving up relentlessly by Shiraishi E.

The speedometer needle swung rapidly to the right, easily surpassing the 120 km/h limit, and continued to rise.

Like a white ghost, the car sped down from the quiet, luxurious mansion district and plunged into the still bustling main road of Los Angeles at night.

Once you merge into the traffic, the real challenge begins.

The main road was packed with vehicles at night, their taillights resembling a red river.

With focused eyes and a firm grip on the steering wheel, Shiraishi E skillfully maneuvered the vehicle through the gaps in traffic.

Overtaking, changing lanes, braking suddenly and accelerating again... the actions were all done in one go, but it was inevitable that due to the extreme operation, there would be slight scrapes with the vehicles next to him, and the car body would constantly make ear-piercing "crack" and "bang" sounds.

"Bang!" Once again, to avoid a truck that suddenly changed lanes, the right side of the Mercedes almost grazed the guardrail, kicking up a trail of sparks.

Conan, sitting in the passenger seat, his small body tightly bound by the seatbelt, swayed from side to side as the vehicle shook violently.

His face was pale, and he gripped the overhead handrail tightly with both hands. He felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he couldn't help but swallow frantically to calm himself down. His voice trembled as he said, "Shiraishi... Shiraishi! Isn't this... isn't this going too fast?! It's too dangerous! If we lose control and overturn, we'll both... we'll really be done for!"

Shiraishi E's gaze was fixed on what lay ahead, but her tone was surprisingly calm, even carrying a hint of coldness: "Not fast? How can we catch up with those bastards if we're not fast?"

He glanced at the rearview mirror and said in a low voice, "In a place like Los Angeles where we know no one, if we lose her now, finding Xiaolan again will be like looking for a needle in a haystack, taking ten or a hundred times more time and effort! We can't afford to waste that time!"

Upon hearing this, Conan's heart sank, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

He instantly snapped out of his daze and realized that what Shiraishi E said was a cruel reality.

Xiao Lan is in a dangerous situation right now, and every second is crucial!

The fear was overwhelmed by intense worry and responsibility, and he took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He stopped looking at the dizzying, rapidly receding scenery outside the window and instead focused his attention on pressing the tiny button on his glasses.

Instantly, a clear tracking interface and a constantly flashing, moving light spot appeared on the transparent lens.

"The target is still ahead! It's about... 500 meters away!" Conan quickly reported the data. Although his voice was still a little strained, it had become much more stable.

"Roger that!"

Shiraishi E's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, she pressed the accelerator pedal all the way down!

The engine roared almost torn apart, and the powerful acceleration pressed the two of them firmly into their seats!

At the intersection ahead, the traffic lights were flashing a blinding red light.

The cross traffic is passing normally, with a dense array of headlights intertwining.

However, Shiraishi E showed no intention of slowing down!

"Hey! Red light!!" Conan cried out in alarm.

Shiraishi E seemed not to hear; his brain, like a high-speed computer, instantly determined the gaps in the traffic.

He spotted a fleeting gap between two cars driving side by side, and with a sudden turn of the steering wheel, the white Mercedes shot through the narrow gap like an arrow, at an almost suicidal angle!

"Screech—! Clang!"

The cost was devastating!

The sides of the car scraped violently against the two cars, the ear-piercing sound was enough to make your teeth ache, and the rearview mirrors on both sides were knocked off and fell somewhere unknown.

Conan closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the horrific scene beside him.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze immediately fixed on what was in front of him—

"I see it! It's that one! The black Chevrolet Suburban!!" Conan pointed at a blurry black car ahead and shouted excitedly, his voice distorted with extreme tension and excitement.

Following the direction Conan pointed, Shiraishi E also clearly saw the black vehicle that was trying to speed away.

He decisively floored the accelerator, and the Mercedes, battered and bruised, charged forward like an enraged white beast, making a final, desperate sprint toward its prey!

(End of this chapter)