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

Chapter 711 Carving Through South Los Angeles (2 Updates)
The streets of South Los Angeles are filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Shiraishi E stood amidst the haphazardly laid corpses, wisps of smoke still rising from the muzzle of her MP5 submachine gun.

"Hurry up," he said briefly, then strode towards the black Chevrolet.

Conan followed closely behind him, leaving bright red footprints on the blood-stained pavement.

When he ran to the Chevrolet, he found the driver's seat empty, with only the door wide open, indicating the driver's hasty and disheveled escape.

"Damn it, he got away." Shiraishi E didn't expect that guy to slip away so quickly. He wanted to catch him and get some clues, but now it seems impossible.

Conan eagerly opened the back door and saw Ran unconscious in the back seat.

Her hands were tied behind her back, and her mouth was taped shut, but her breathing was steady, and she didn't seem to be seriously injured. Conan quickly checked her pulse and breathing, and his anxiety finally subsided.

"Fortunately, she was just drugged and her vital signs are stable," Conan said, his voice trembling slightly.

Shiraishi E was already in the driver's seat, the key still in the ignition—the fleeing driver clearly hadn't bothered to remove it. He started the engine, and the car emitted a low rumble.

"It's good that you're alright." Shiraishi glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror. "We've stirred up a hornet's nest; we need to get out of here immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the gas, and the black Chevrolet surged forward like a wild horse. The tires screeched against the rough road, and the car leaned slightly as it turned, demonstrating the driver's superb handling skills.

However, they had only driven less than two hundred meters when a large number of armed gang members suddenly poured out of the houses on both sides of the street.

These people were clearly alerted by the gunshots and were now angrily searching for the intruders who had invaded their territory.

"Bang bang bang—" "Da da da—"

Gunshots rang out instantly, and bullets rained down on the Chevrolet.

The car window shattered instantly, scattering shards everywhere.

The car door panels were riddled with holes, and the rearview mirrors were shattered.

"Get down!" Shiraishi shouted, jerking the steering wheel to make the vehicle zigzag through the street, trying to avoid the intense firepower as much as possible.

Conan immediately lowered his body and used it to shield Ran, who was still unconscious.

He could feel the scorching air as the bullets grazed the roof of the car and hear the piercing sound of metal being torn apart.

At that moment, he truly felt the threat of death.

Shiraishi's expression was stern, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.

His eyes scanned the road ahead and the pursuing crowd in his rearview mirror as his brain rapidly calculated the best escape route.

A bullet whizzed past his ear, leaving a clear bullet hole in the car window frame, but he didn't even blink.

Thanks to its outstanding driving skills, Chevrolet finally broke through the densest network of firepower.

However, as they were about to drive onto the bridge leading to the city, they found that the bridgehead was completely blocked by several trucks parked horizontally.

A dozen armed gang members stood behind the roadblock, their guns all pointed in their direction.

"Damn it!" Shiraishi E slammed on the brakes, the tires leaving two black marks on the road.

Without hesitation, he swerved the steering wheel, and the vehicle made a sharp turn, entering a side alley.

The narrow alleyway was almost as wide as the car body, and the walls on both sides screeched against the car doors.

“We’re surrounded.” Shiraishi E calmly analyzed the situation: “Going back the way we came is impossible.”

Just then, more and more headlights appeared in the rearview mirror.

More than a dozen cars of various kinds converged from all directions, forming a huge pursuit convoy.

These vehicles were clearly belonging to gang members, and some even had gun barrels sticking out of the windows.

Conan looked back and saw flashing lights and roaring engines behind him, like a vicious army of pursuers.

His heart was pounding in his chest, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Are we...are we going to die here?" Conan's voice trembled involuntarily.

Shiraishi E suddenly revealed an almost wild smile: "Conan, you drive."

"What?!" Conan could hardly believe his ears. "I'm so short, I can't even reach the gas pedal!"

“Just drive standing up!” Shiraishi E’s tone left no room for argument. “Now change positions, quick!”

Conan instantly understood Shiraishi E's intention. In this situation of being pursued, if no one retaliated, they would be caught sooner or later.

If one wants to drive and fire simultaneously, separating duties is the only option.

Gritting his teeth, Conan struggled to climb from the passenger seat to the driver's seat.

The car shook violently at high speed, and he had to hold on tightly to the seat back to maintain his balance.

Eri Shiraishi controls the steering wheel with one hand while assisting Conan in changing positions with the other.

Finally, Conan stood in the driver's seat.

Because of his short stature, he can only drive standing up, with his hands raised high to grip the steering wheel.

He reclined the seat as far back as possible, barely managing to find a position where he could press the accelerator and brake pedals.

"Keep driving in a straight line and try not to make sharp turns," Shiraishi instructed, while simultaneously buying an RPG directly from the Bandit Shop.

“Open the skylight,” Shiraishi E said.

Conan fumbled around next to the steering wheel and found the button to control the sunroof.

With a soft hum of the electric motor, the sunroof on the roof slowly opened.

Shiraishi E took a deep breath, then suddenly stood up from her seat, her upper body completely leaning out of the skylight.

The night wind instantly tousled his hair, but he didn't care.

The headlights of the pursuing vehicles illuminated the almost maniacal smile on his face.

The first pursuing vehicle was a modified muscle car, which was rapidly approaching, and the gunman in the passenger seat had already raised his automatic rifle.

Shiraishi E steadily hoisted the RPG onto her shoulder, squinting one eye to aim.

He could feel the whistling air currents of bullets passing by and hear the frantic shouts of the enemy behind him.

"Looks like tonight will be another sleepless night," he said softly, then pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh—" The rocket shot out of the launch tube with a dazzling tail flame, cutting through the night sky and heading straight for the muscle car.

"BOOM!!!" A deafening explosion rang out, and the muscle car was instantly blown into a huge fireball, with debris flying everywhere.

The two cars following closely behind couldn't brake in time and crashed into the burning wreckage, triggering a secondary explosion. The raging fire illuminated the entire street, and thick smoke billowed upwards.

Conan saw this scene in the rearview mirror and was so shocked that he almost forgot to breathe.

But he quickly regained his composure and tried to control the steering wheel to keep the vehicle moving steadily.

Without pausing, Shiraishi quickly retreated back into the car, reloaded a rocket, and then peered out of the sunroof again.

"Turn 30 degrees to the left!" he shouted.

Conan immediately did as instructed, turning the steering wheel slightly to the left.

This angle allows Shiraishi to better aim at the pursuing vehicle on the right.

The second rocket roared out and accurately struck an SUV that was trying to overtake on the right. The shockwave from the explosion even made their Chevrolet shake slightly.

One explosion after another echoed through the night sky of South Los Angeles, and one pursuing vehicle after another was reduced to scrap metal in the fireballs.

Like the Grim Reaper, Shiraishi E takes away several enemy vehicles every time she appears.

However, the number of enemies was simply too great.

After losing six vehicles, the remaining pursuers became more cautious, spreading out and approaching from multiple directions simultaneously.

“They’ve gotten smarter,” Shiraishi said as she retreated into the vehicle, loading rockets. “We need to change our strategy.”

Just then, a bullet grazed Shiraishi E's arm, leaving a bloody gash. He frowned, but his hand continued moving without pause.

"You're injured!" Conan exclaimed.

"It's just a superficial injury, nothing serious," Shiraishi E replied calmly. "Turn right at the next intersection, then speed up."

Conan nodded and suddenly turned right at the intersection.

Because he was standing while driving, he almost lost his balance while turning, but fortunately he managed to grab the steering wheel in time.

After turning the corner, a relatively wide road came into view.

Conan pressed the accelerator hard as instructed, and the engine roared, instantly increasing the car's speed.

Shiraishi E leaned halfway out of the violently shaking car window again, the night wind whipping his black hair wildly across his forehead.

His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the relentless convoy behind him, his mind racing, calculating the position, speed, and threat level of each pursuing vehicle.

Although the gang members' vehicles were spread out in an attempt to avoid being wiped out, this was nothing but a futile struggle in Shiraishi's eyes.

A cold, stern smile curved his lips as he reached into the weapon pouch at his feet and retrieved another rocket, smoothly loading it into the RPG launcher.

"Looks like tonight's fireworks display has only just begun," he muttered to himself, then picked up the rocket launcher again, squinted one eye, and began to aim.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, a familiar trail of flame suddenly blazed out from the pursuing convoy.

A burly black man was standing in the back of a pickup truck, an RPG launcher also slung over his shoulder, a ferocious grin on his face.

“You think you have this stuff? Try it, you bastard!” the black man yelled, pulling the trigger.

The rocket roared out, trailing a dazzling plume of flame, heading straight for the vehicle where Shiraishi E was.

"Watch out!" Conan saw this scene in the rearview mirror and exclaimed in shock, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands in tension.

At the critical moment, Shiraishi E remained unusually calm.

His pupils contracted slightly, and almost instinctively he turned the rocket launcher around. Without any aiming process, relying entirely on his experience-based intuition, he pulled the trigger on the incoming rocket.

"Whoosh—" Two rockets drew two intersecting trajectories in the night sky and collided with a loud bang in mid-air, less than fifty meters apart!

"BOOM!!!" A huge explosion resounded throughout the street, a blazing fireball burst in the air, and the shockwave shattered the shop windows on both sides of the road.

Shrapnel and vehicle debris rained down, striking the road with a crackling sound.

The burly black man stared in disbelief at the scene, his sinister grin freezing on his face, replaced by unbelievable terror.

"OMG, this is impossible! How the hell is this possible?!" he screamed, barely able to believe his eyes. Intercepting a rocket in mid-air—this was completely beyond his understanding of gunfights!
However, his shock did not last long. Almost before the smoke from the collision of the two rockets had cleared, Shiraishi E had already reloaded at an astonishing speed, and the third rocket had already been fired.

"No—!" The black man only had time to let out a short scream before the rocket accurately hit the pickup truck he was in.

"BOOM!!!" The pickup truck instantly turned into a huge fireball. The impact of the explosion flipped the entire vehicle to the ground, and burning gasoline splashed everywhere, igniting the two cars next to it.

The black man's figure flashed by in the flames, not even managing to utter a complete scream.

Conan witnessed this breathtaking scene in his rearview mirror and couldn't help but gasp. He had never seen such a precise and deadly shot; it was completely beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person.

The continuous, high-intensity firing had made the RPG launcher barrel scorching hot, almost impossible to hold with bare hands. Shiraishi frowned, and without hesitation, tossed the overheated launcher out of the car, the metal clashing against the ground with a piercing sound.

“Let’s get a different toy,” he said casually, bending down to pull a larger metal box from under his seat. Opening the lid, inside was a brand-new quadruple rocket launcher!

He skillfully set up the heavy weapon, its four launch tubes gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen in the moonlight. As he pulled the trigger, four rockets roared out almost simultaneously, each heading towards one of the four pursuing vehicles.

"Boom boom boom boom!!" Four deafening explosions rang out in succession, turning the entire street into a battlefield. Burning vehicle wreckage blocked the road, and thick smoke billowed up, turning the moonlight into an eerie orange-red.

The surviving pursuers finally felt fear. They watched helplessly as their comrades' vehicles turned into fireballs one after another, while the enemy seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of ammunition.

Some people began to slow down involuntarily, their faces filled with fear and hesitation.

"Who the hell is this guy?" "Damn, his firepower is stronger than our entire gang's!" "Let's retreat, if we keep chasing him we'll all die!"

Panic spread rapidly among the pursuers. The once-aggressive convoy began to descend into chaos, with many vehicles turning around to escape the deadly trap.

Shiraishi E keenly noticed this change. He immediately retreated into the car and gave Conan an unexpected order: "Stop the car, then turn around and let's go after them!"

"What?" Conan could hardly believe his ears. "They're not chasing us anymore. Wouldn't it be better if we took this opportunity to escape?"

Shiraishi E shook her head, her tone serious: "You think this is Beika Town? This is South Los Angeles, and their spies and outposts are everywhere. If we don't scare them today, we'll be shot dead by spies while we're out shopping tomorrow."

Conan opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but ultimately didn't say anything.

He didn't understand these things, but Shiraishi E was obviously more professional, so he simply listened to her!
In this dog-eat-dog world, traditional morality and laws have lost their meaning.

To protect those who are important to you, sometimes you have to take extraordinary measures.

The black Chevrolet drew a beautiful arc in the middle of the street, its tires screeching and puffs of smoke as they rubbed against the pavement.

After making the U-turn, Conan stepped on the gas without hesitation, and the car shot towards the fleeing gang members like an arrow.

At this moment, the roles of hunter and prey are completely reversed.

Shiraishi E once again set up the quadruple rocket launcher, a cruel smile on her face: "Come on, let you gangs experience the power of an RPG!!"

A new wave of explosions echoed through the night sky of South Los Angeles!
(End of this chapter)