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

Chapter 709 Human Trafficking Organization (2 Updates)
The white Mercedes' engine roared hysterically, its speed soaring to 140 kilometers per hour, finally biting the rear of the black Chevrolet Suburban in front of it like a leech.

Since Xiaolan was still in the other car, Shiraishi was hesitant to use a violent collision to force the other car to overturn. He could only maneuver the white Mercedes and ram it hard into the Chevrolet from the side and rear!

"boom!!"

With a dull thud, two heavy vehicles collided violently, sparks flying everywhere!

Shiraishi E attempted to use this method to make the other party lose control or be forced to stop.

However, the black Chevrolet is clearly not to be underestimated.

After the collision, the vehicle only shook violently and did not lose control.

Immediately afterwards, the rear window of the Chevrolet rolled down quickly, and a white man with a fierce look leaned out, holding a semi-automatic pistol in his hand. He then fired a burst of shots at Shiraishi E in the driver's seat!
"Bang bang bang!"

The bullets whistled through the air, shattering the windshield of the Mercedes and leaving a spiderweb of bullet holes!

"Watch out!" Conan exclaimed, reacting swiftly as he ducked under the dashboard.

Shiraishi had already made a dodge move the instant the other party raised his hand. With only a slight tilt of his head, the bullet grazed his hair and struck the headrest of the seat, splashing up clumps of fluffy material.

His eyes were calm. Almost simultaneously with dodging the bullets, his right hand had already bought a handgun from the thugs' online store. Without even aiming, relying on his amazing intuition and feel, he pulled the trigger directly at the white man who had fired the shot!
"boom!"

A sharper gunshot rang out!

The white man instantly had a bloody hole in his forehead, his fierce expression froze, his body slumped limply against the car window, and the gun in his hand slipped down.

After taking down the gunman, Shiraishi E didn't hesitate for a moment. She immediately turned the gun around and aimed it precisely at the head of the driver of the black Chevrolet!

Through the shattered car window, the driver clearly saw the dark muzzle of a gun and the sight of his companion being instantly killed in the rearview mirror. Terrified, his survival instinct made him slam on the brakes!
"Squeak——!!"

The black Chevrolet's tires screeched against the ground as the car suddenly slowed down.

This was exactly the effect Shiraishi E wanted! Almost at the same moment, he slammed on the brakes of the Mercedes!
However, at the very moment when both vehicles suddenly slowed down—

"Boom!!!"

An even louder crash came from behind!
A sedan floored the accelerator and crashed heavily into the rear of the white Mercedes!

The enormous impact propelled the already slowed white Mercedes forward!
"Damn it!" Shiraishi E cursed under her breath, her reaction incredibly fast.

He yanked the handbrake, leaned halfway out, turned around, raised his gun, his eyes sharp as a hawk, and calmly pulled the trigger at the driver's seat of the car that had rear-ended him!
"boom!"

The bullet pierced precisely through the shattered glass, ending the threat posed to the driver behind.

The out-of-control rear-end collision vehicle veered to one side and finally came to a stop, and the white Mercedes was no longer being pushed forward.

Just as Shiraishi E was about to jump out of the car window to chase after the Chevrolet in front, another unexpected event occurred!

Another car, which had been driving to the side and rear, seemed to have planned this all along. It suddenly accelerated and, like a wild horse, crashed straight into Shiraishi E, who had just leaned out!

They intended to run him over in front of the car door!

At the critical moment, Shiraishi E displayed superhuman agility and strength!
He braced himself against the edge of the car window with one hand, and his whole body flipped upwards like a nimble ape, swiftly climbing onto the roof of the white Mercedes!
Standing on the bumpy roof of the car, which was covered with broken glass, Shiraishi E remained unfazed.

He bought a single-soldier grenade launcher from the bandit's online store, smoothly slung it over his shoulder, aimed it at the car that was trying to run him over, and calmly pulled the trigger!
"Boom-boom!!!"

The grenade, trailing a thin plume of flame, struck the car's hood with pinpoint accuracy!

The next second, a deafening explosion rang out, and the car was instantly engulfed by a huge fireball, with parts flying everywhere!
The firelight illuminated Shiraishi E's cold profile. Without pausing, he turned around and was about to jump off the roof to chase after the black Chevrolet that had begun to reverse and try to escape.

But the attacks are far from over!
"Buzzing—"

Three more cars, like sharks that have smelled blood, rushed toward Shiraishi E from different directions!
A gun-wielding arm also emerged from the car window, and bullets rained down on him!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Shiraishi E's eyes narrowed, and she had no choice but to temporarily abandon her straight-line pursuit.

He nimbly rolled and leaped on the roof of the car, dodging the hail of bullets to the other side of the white Mercedes wreckage.

At the same time, the grenade launcher in his hand roared again!
"Puff puff!"

Three grenades were fired with near-impossible accuracy at the three oncoming cars!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three enormous fireballs rose into the air almost simultaneously, the shockwaves from the explosions sweeping around and scorching heat waves hitting our faces.

The three cars instantly turned into burning scrap metal, rolling and sliding out of control before finally coming to a stop on the road, engulfed in flames.

Shiraishi stood up straight, expressionless, watching the burning fireballs and their remnants brush past him, the intense flames reflecting in his unwavering pupils.

In the distance, passersby, terrified by the sudden, Hollywood-movie-like spectacle, let out screams and cries of horror.

Ignoring the chaos around him, his gaze quickly locked onto the black Chevrolet that had already reversed and was turning around in an attempt to speed away!

Can't let it run away!

Shiraishi E's eyes sharpened, and she decisively threw away the empty grenade launcher.

He then bought a special gun from the bandit shop that fires a tracking locator.

He quickly raised his gun, the scope steadily focusing on the rear of the black Chevrolet—

With a soft "whoosh," a specially designed tracking device accurately struck the Chevrolet's rear bumper and firmly attached itself to it.

The miniature indicator light on the locator begins to flash, meaning that the signal has been successfully transmitted and locked.

After doing all this, Shiraishi watched the black Chevrolet disappear around the corner of the street, no longer worried that the other party would escape.

………………

Conan's small body was huddled tightly under the passenger seat, surrounded by deafening gunshots, violent crashes, and the sound of wind whipped up by Shiraishi E as she moved around outside.

He heard Shiraishi E stop the car, and then the car was rear-ended violently. The huge impact almost made him hit the front seat.

Then he heard Shiraishi E not even open the car door, but instead darted out of the broken car window like a raccoon dog.

Immediately afterwards, the gunfire outside became more frequent and intense!
“Da da da da—!”

The sound of automatic weapons firing was incessant.

Several stray bullets even pierced through the thin passenger door with a "thud," the scorching bullets grazing his clothes and hair before embedding themselves deeply in the other side of the car. Conan's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his heart pounded wildly!
Before he could catch his breath, an even more terrifying "BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!" came from outside.

A series of deafening explosions!
Each explosion caused the wrecked Mercedes to shake violently, and scorching blasts of air even seeped in through the gaps.

Conan's expression was extremely grim. He had heard that Los Angeles was not safe, but experiencing such a fierce street gunfight and explosion, comparable to a war movie, was far beyond his imagination!

Fortunately, after several loud explosions, the gunfire outside suddenly stopped, leaving only the crackling of burning vehicles and the distant sound of police sirens.

Without hesitation, Conan knew he had to get out of the wrecked car, which had become a sitting duck, immediately. He crawled out from under the seat, struggled to push open the deformed door, and jumped to the ground.

The moment his feet touched the ground, the sight that came into view completely stunned him!

The once relatively clear street has now been transformed into a chaotic battlefield!

Seven or eight cars of various kinds lay scattered about, all of them engulfed in flames, the towering flames turning the night sky blood red.

Twisted metal, broken glass, and charred objects whose original appearance was no longer discernible were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with thick smoke, gasoline, and an indescribable burnt smell.

Is this...is this really on the streets of Los Angeles, or at the scene of a firefight in some war-torn region?
Conan's brain momentarily went blank, unable to comprehend the sheer scale of the fierce battle that had just taken place outside.

"Stop daydreaming, get in the car!"

A calm voice pulled him back to reality from his shock.

Suddenly, Shiraishi E appeared out of nowhere and pulled up a black heavy motorcycle, which was parked next to the burning wreckage of the Mercedes, its engine emitting a deep roar.

Conan jumped in surprise and immediately ran over, instinctively trying to climb onto the back of the motorcycle.

Shiraishi E suddenly picked him up and placed him between the motorcycle's fuel tank and her own body: "You little kid, sit in the front and help me investigate some things."

Conan immediately sat up straight, his gaze quickly focusing on the tracking grid that appeared on his glasses.

"The target has shifted to the left road!" he hurriedly reported.

As Shiraishi skillfully shifted gears and twisted the throttle, the motorcycle roared and sped onto the sidewalk, avoiding the burning obstacles on the main road.

“I know, I also put a tracker in his car.” He spoke calmly, as if the fierce battle just now had nothing to do with him: “Now you investigate these people’s information and where they will go.”

As he spoke, he shoved his phone into Conan's hand.

Conan took the phone, turned on the screen, and saw more than a dozen photos that had just been taken—close-ups of the attackers.

Shiraishi E had apparently forcibly dragged some not-yet-completely-burnt corpses from the burning wreckage of the vehicle, tearing off their clothes to reveal grotesque tattoos on their skin.

Conan frowned deeply as he looked at the uniform, menacing tattoos: "This is troublesome... They're all the same! These people are definitely members of an organized gang! But I don't know much about the gangs in Los Angeles..."

“Ask your dad. He used to live in Los Angeles, so he must know this place very well!” Shiraishi E said, weaving nimbly through the narrow sidewalk on her motorcycle, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Without delay, Conan immediately packaged the photos on his phone and sent them to his father Yusaku Kudo's encrypted email address, and then made an overseas call.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Dad, I just sent you some pictures, did you see them?" Conan spoke rapidly, his voice tinged with obvious anxiety: "We've run into big trouble in Los Angeles! A group of guys with these tattoos kidnapped Ran! We're tracking them now! What gang are they? What's their background?"

Upon hearing the severity of the situation, Kudo Yusaku's tone immediately turned serious on the other end of the phone. Without any preamble, he said, "I saw it. The tattoos on these people belong to a yakuza organization called 'Human Snake'."

"They are mainly active on the West Coast, engaging in extremely dangerous illegal activities such as drugs, arms dealing, and human trafficking. Their members are mainly composed of illegal immigrants from Eastern Europe and local outlaws, and they act with extreme brutality!"

"This isn't the time to talk about this!" Conan interrupted. "Where is their hideout?"

Yuzuru hesitated for a moment: "Based on the intelligence shared by my FBI friend, their main area of ​​activity and base is most likely in the South Los Angeles area. But I don't know their exact hiding place... I'll contact my friend in the FBI right away and see if they can provide immediate support!"

Shiraishi E, who had been listening to the call, suddenly spoke up, her voice carried through the wind noise: "No need to bother the FBI. Knowing their general area of ​​operation is enough. Always chasing after them is too passive and makes it difficult to catch up."

As he spoke, he suddenly swerved the motorcycle off the sidewalk and into a dimly lit alley filled with trash cans.

He was clearly very familiar with the roads here, and began to navigate through the various narrow, intricate alleys and side roads, precisely taking the shortcut that was the only way to South Los Angeles.

Conan watched as Shiraishi E skillfully maneuvered the motorcycle, weaving through the maze-like streets, choosing routes that were almost always the fastest and least noticeable.

His doubts deepened—Shiraishi E's familiarity with Los Angeles, especially these remote corners, was definitely not that of a first-time visitor.

This guy must have spent a long time here before, otherwise there's no way to explain how he can be so adept at it!

(End of this chapter)