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

Chapter 712 Blowing Up Gang Stronghold (1st Update)
Shiraishi E carries a quadruple rocket launcher on her shoulder; the dark launch tubes gleam coldly in the moonlight.

He narrowed one eye, aiming at the gang vehicles frantically fleeing down the street, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Run? Let's see where you can run to."

"Boom!"

The first rocket roared out and accurately hit a black SUV that was trying to turn into the alley.

The vehicle exploded into a fireball, its wreckage scattering everywhere and blocking the narrow alleyway.

The surviving gang vehicles panicked even more upon seeing this, scattering in all directions like startled cockroaches. Some drove onto the sidewalk, some crashed into roadside shops, and some simply abandoned their vehicles and fled.

These gang members, who usually run rampant in South Los Angeles, now looked so disheveled.

"Whoosh—Boom!" Two more rockets were fired in quick succession, and a modified muscle car and a pickup truck exploded.

The burning gasoline spread across the road, creating a sea of ​​fire that illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime.

However, despite Shiraishi's fierce firepower, she was no match for the sheer number of enemy vehicles, which were scattered across different streets as they fled.

Some vehicles took the opportunity to turn into the intricate alleyways and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Conan gripped the steering wheel nervously, looking in the rearview mirror to see that the road behind him was empty, and he could no longer see any pursuing vehicles.

He let out a long sigh of relief, feeling his back completely soaked with cold sweat.

"Alright, the enemy has been driven away. Shouldn't we go back now?" Conan asked.

Shiraishi E rejected the suggestion without hesitation. He calmly loaded the rockets, his eyes still scanning the surroundings warily: "It's too early to go back now, it's not the right time!"

He pointed to a particularly eye-catching American-style house in the distance.

The house occupied a large area and its exterior walls were painted a striking red, creating a stark contrast with the dilapidated buildings around it.

Even at night, you can see that the house is surrounded by barbed wire, and there are watchtowers in several key locations—typical features of a gang stronghold.

"Drive that way," Shiraishi E ordered.

Conan looked in the direction Shiraishi E was pointing and couldn't help but gasp: "That place is obviously a key gang stronghold! What are you doing there?"

"What are we going to do?" Shiraishi E suddenly chuckled, as if she'd heard something amusing. "Of course, we're going to take them down! What else could we be doing?"

His laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes turned icy cold: "They actually dared to kidnap Xiaolan right under my nose. They simply don't respect me at all."

"If I don't teach them a lesson they'll never forget, how can I continue to work in this industry?"

Ke stared in shock, his eyes wide, almost unable to believe his ears: "You're going to take down a gang's stronghold all by yourself? Are you crazy?!"

Shiraishi E chuckled softly and said, "I am a whole division by myself. Just watch how I deal with them."

Conan wanted to argue, but seeing Shiraishi E's unquestionable expression, he swallowed his words.

He shook his head helplessly, muttering "madman," then jerked the steering wheel and drove toward the conspicuous American-style house.

As the vehicle drew closer, the house became increasingly clear.

Conan noticed several figures moving around the house, clearly indicating that they had been alerted to their arrival.

Several searchlights suddenly turned on, their blinding beams sweeping back and forth across the street.

"They've spotted us," Conan said nervously, his palms starting to sweat.

“That saves me the trouble of knocking on the door,” Shiraishi replied calmly, while mounting the quadruple rocket launcher on the car window.

When the black Chevrolet came to a steady stop about 100 meters from the house, Shiraishi E pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—" Eight rockets in succession, like invitations from the Grim Reaper, streaked with dazzling flames as they hurtled toward the American-style house.

The first volley of four rockets accurately hit the tall wall, sending bricks and stones flying and filling the air with smoke and dust; the second volley of four rockets directly blasted at the sturdy iron gate and the guard post behind it.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, shaking the entire building. Several large breaches were blasted in the wall, while the iron gate and guard post were completely reduced to fragments.

Amidst the smoke and dust, terrified screams and chaotic footsteps could be heard coming from inside.

Before the aftershocks of the explosion had completely subsided, Shiraishi Ei suddenly pushed open the car door and jumped out.

He casually tossed Conan a small walkie-talkie, his tone as calm as if he were just going for a walk: "Tell me if you run into trouble."

After saying that, he picked up a modified shotgun, cocked it with a "click," and then strode forward without hesitation, stepping over the brick and stone debris on the ground, and walked into the American-style house with its doors wide open.

His figure stood out remarkably tall amidst the smoke and flames, each step firm and powerful. Moonlight shone on him, casting a long shadow, making him appear like a grim reaper descended from hell.

Conan, sitting in the driver's seat, watched Shiraishi E disappear into the dust and couldn't help but say, "Damn, that guy... he's kind of cool!!"

To be honest, he also wanted to go and do that to his mother.

But when I thought about how thin my arms and legs were, I had to give up the idea.

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Shiraishi E's figure disappeared into the billowing smoke, passing through the breach in the blasted wall, her footsteps making soft sounds on the rubble.

As he stood in front of the main entrance of that American-style house, the moonlight shone through the gaps in the smoke and dust, illuminating his cold profile.

Instead of rushing into the room, he calmly bought a uniquely designed helmet from the bandit shop.

Once this expensive thermal imaging helmet was put on, the world suddenly presented a different scene before his eyes—the cold walls turned into a translucent blue, while the human bodies lurking inside the buildings became conspicuous red heat sources, as invisible as fireflies in the dark.

“You have nowhere to hide!” A cold smile curled at the corner of Shiraishi’s lips. Through the thermal imaging, he could clearly see two gang members hiding behind the load-bearing wall at the entrance, their submachine guns trembling slightly, clearly in a state of extreme tension.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shiraishi E picked up the shotgun, aimed it at the wall, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"Bang bang bang!" The specially designed armor-piercing bullets easily tore through the wall, leaving several holes the size of bowls.

A short scream came from behind the wall, and the two red heat sources collapsed to the ground, quickly losing their vital signs.

Fresh blood gushed from the bullet holes, gleaming a dark red luster in the moonlight.

After dealing with the guards at the entrance, Shiraishi E did not rush in.

He moved silently around the building's perimeter like a cheetah, his thermal imaging camera constantly scanning the interior.

Whenever he spotted a heat source hiding behind a wall, he would not hesitate to raise his gun and fire.

The muffled thuds of bullets piercing the walls and the cries of those wounded echoed throughout the house, turning it into a deathly prison.

"Shit! This guy can see us!"

"He fired from the outside! Get away from the wall!"

"Grenades! Throw grenades!"

"..."

The room descended into chaos.

The surviving gang members were horrified to discover that no matter where they hid, bullets could always penetrate the walls and find them with pinpoint accuracy.

Some people fired wildly at the outer wall, some tried to fight back through the windows, and some desperate people even took out grenades and threw them out.

A grenade exploded where Shiraishi E had just been standing, kicking up a cloud of dust, but he had already moved to another firing position.

After confirming that all external threats had been eliminated, Shiraishi began to execute the next step of the plan.

He took out several trigger-activated bombs from his backpack and skillfully installed them at various entrances and exits.

Once these sophisticated devices sense that the door has been pushed open, they will generate a violent explosion within a range of three to four meters, enough to blow anyone attempting to enter or exit to pieces.

After sealing off the exit, Shiraishi returned to the side of the building, picked up a shotgun, and fired continuously at the wall, quickly creating a hole large enough for one person to pass through.

Instead of going inside immediately, he took out several C4 bombs, pulled the fuses, and quickly threw them into the room.

"what is that?"

"It's a bomb! Run!"

Terrified screams and chaotic footsteps came from inside.

Shiraishi calmly retreated to a safe distance and pressed the detonation button.

A deafening explosion rang out, the entire wall collapsed, and the screams inside the room came to an abrupt halt.

He stepped through the hole into the devastated interior, his feet resting on the still-burning wreckage of furniture and the corpses lying scattered about.

The shotgun spat fire in the darkness, finishing off every enemy still breathing.

Several gang members who were hiding in a corner and trying to play dead were discovered in terror and were riddled with bullets before they could even beg for mercy.

After cleaning the first floor, Shiraishi E turned her attention to the second floor.

Footsteps and suppressed breathing could be heard coming from the stairwell, indicating that there were still many remaining enemies upstairs.

But he didn't intend to waste time clearing out each room one by one.

Looking at the ceiling, a crazy idea formed in his mind.

"If I covered the entire ceiling with C4," Shiraishi E muttered to herself, a slight smile appearing on her face. "I'm a genius."

Just do it!

He bought more than fifty C4 bombs from the bandit's online store and threw them directly onto the wall, where they stuck to the ceiling in dense clusters.

After completing all this, he quickly evacuated the building and sped towards the Chevrolet.

Conan, watching from the car, was terrified. When he saw Shiraishi E running back, he quickly asked, "How did it happen? Were you being chased?"

"Reverse! As far as possible!" Shiraishi E jumped into the car and gave the urgent order.

Conan didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly shifted into reverse and stepped on the gas.

The vehicle rapidly reversed down the street, and only after it had traveled nearly 100 meters did Shiraishi signal it to stop.

He took a deep breath and pressed the detonation button.

"Boom—" The deafening explosion made Conan instantly deaf. He saw the entire American-style house engulfed by a huge fireball, and the powerful shockwave uprooted the surrounding trees.

The building structure disintegrated in the explosion, bricks and rubble fell like raindrops, and a small mushroom cloud slowly rose into the night sky, dyeing the entire sky an eerie orange-red.

Conan's mouth gaped open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

He had never seen such a shocking explosion, and he couldn't believe that one person had single-handedly caused such destruction.

In the firelight, Shiraishi's profile appeared exceptionally cold and hard. He glanced indifferently at the ruins of the gang stronghold, his tone chillingly calm: "Let's go, to the next gang stronghold!"

(End of this chapter)