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

Chapter 715 Conan's Doubts (2 Updates)
The bathroom door was pushed open, and Vermouth walked in.

She looked at the female escort member standing in front of the sink, disguised as "Xiao Lan," who was breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down.

“Relax, darling.” Vermouth walked over, took a slender women’s cigarette from her handbag, and gracefully lit it for him.

The aroma of tobacco permeated the enclosed space, blending strangely with the expensive fragrance in the restroom.

The female member trembled as she took the cigarette, took a deep drag, and the nicotine eased her tense nerves slightly.

Instead of asking questions, Vermouth began touching up her makeup.

Seeing that the other person had calmed down a bit, she asked softly, "Now, tell me what happened."

The female member took another drag of her cigarette, smoke slowly exhaling from her pale lips. "That boy... he's not human."

Her voice still carried lingering fear: "I pretended to be unconscious in the back seat, but everyone could see everything clearly through the window!"

"He's all alone."

Her voice suddenly rose, then she quickly lowered it again: "He's outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!!! He killed forty or fifty gang members all by himself! It wasn't a sneak attack, it wasn't guerrilla warfare, it was a head-on assault!"

Vermouth raised an eyebrow slightly, the cigarette between her fingers trembling slightly: "Go on."

The female member's voice was filled with disbelief: "He was so calm. Those gangsters were shooting at him, and he dodged them with incredible ease, as if he could predict the trajectory of the bullets."

Vermouth listened in silence, her eyes growing deeper behind the smoke.

She had long known that Shiraishi E was no ordinary person, but this description still exceeded her expectations.

"Where did he get his weapons?" Vermouth finally interrupted her, her voice still calm.

The female member shook her head violently, cigarette ash falling with it: "I don't know. I really don't know. We lost track of him on the way to South Los Angeles... He probably got it around that time!"

"So, how did he destroy the stronghold?" Vermouth continued to press.

"Um... I don't know either." The female member lowered her head in shame. "I was so scared that I could only pretend to be unconscious. I only heard a series of explosions, each one more violent than the last. When I secretly opened my eyes, the entire base was engulfed in flames."

She took a deep breath and added, "And not just one stronghold. I roughly estimate he's taken down at least four or five. Right now, the gangsters in South Los Angeles are on the run; it's like the end of the world."

Vermouth didn't speak, she just quietly smoked her cigarette.

The cigarette burned slowly between her fingers, and the gray ash fell silently.

The information was so shocking, even absurd, yet the woman's terrified expression was so real.

"Are you sure you're not exaggerating?" Vermouth finally confirmed.

The female member, who swore, declared, "I swear in the name of God, if I'm lying even a little bit, may I die a horrible death."

Vermouth nodded slightly and asked a few more detailed questions: the specific tactics used by Shiraishi E, the possible circumstances of her injury, and whether she had any accomplices to help her.

The female member answered each question, but had clearly provided all the valuable information.

"Alright, you can go back and rest now," Vermouth finally said.

The female member felt as if she had been granted a pardon, thanked him repeatedly, and hurriedly tidied herself up before leaving the restroom.

Vermouth stood alone in the bathroom, slowly exhaling a smoke ring in front of the mirror.

She stubbed out her cigarette, pushed open the bathroom door, and returned to the light and shadow of the party.

Her gaze cut through the noisy crowd and landed precisely on the barbecue area at the far end of the lawn. Shiraishi Ei was standing there, holding a plate of barbecue, chatting and laughing with Conan beside her, looking like an ordinary handsome young man.

However, at this moment, in Vermouth's eyes, the boy's figure was shrouded in a mysterious and dangerous aura.

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The aroma of roasted meat filled the night air, and the sizzling sound of oil dripping onto the charcoal fire filled the air.

Conan held a plate of perfectly grilled ribs, but he couldn't taste anything.

His gaze kept drifting to Shiraishi E beside him, his mind replaying the events that had unfolded in South Los Angeles that evening.

“So,” Conan finally put down his fork, his voice low, “where did those weapons come from?”

Shiraishi E slowly cut off a piece of grilled meat, a faint smile playing on her lips: "I stole the first pistol from the owner of that white Mercedes. As for the rest... I stole them from the enemy."

"Really? I don't believe it." Conan looked directly into the other person's eyes, his tone carrying the persistence unique to detectives.

Shiraishi E suddenly chuckled and reached out to ruffle Conan's hair: "As expected of a famous detective, your eyesight is indeed sharp."

He lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear: "That's right, I cheated!"

"Cheating?" Conan was stunned.

“It’s very simple,” Shiraishi E said frankly. “I just need to silently say ‘NUTTERTOOLS’ in my mind, and the weapon will appear automatically.”

Conan's face instantly darkened: "Don't try to fool me with game cheat codes!" He practically gritted his teeth as he said this.

Although he wasn't a seasoned gamer, he learned about the famous cheat codes for Grand Theft Auto while chatting with his classmates.

Seeing Conan's sullen expression, Shiraishi E couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He slowly cut another piece of roast meat before saying seriously, "To be honest, you don't believe me, so there's nothing I can do!"

Rather than believing it was cheating or using external tools, Conan is more convinced that Shiraishi E took the weapon from the enemy.

"And what about those explosions?" Conan continued, "How come they were so powerful?"

In response, Shiraishi E replied while eating, "Turn on the gas, then make a delayed ignition device, and you'll have a time bomb!"

Conan remained skeptical: "The power couldn't possibly be that great, could it? There was even a mushroom cloud!!"

Shiraishi E argued logically, "Those gangster strongholds definitely have armories! Once an explosion occurs, how could those armories possibly escape?"

"The explosion triggered a chain reaction, causing the entire armory to catch fire." Conan nodded in agreement; he could understand that.

“That last stronghold, that mushroom cloud… how come it was so big?” she said again.

"This shows that the last gang had stockpiled far more weapons than we thought," Shiraishi said casually.

“...That makes sense.” Conan finally nodded and picked up his fork again to continue eating.

He was actually dissatisfied with these answers, but he found that there were no better answers than these explanations.

Surely this guy didn't do it by silently chanting "NUTTERTOOLS" in his head?

(End of this chapter)