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

Chapter 719 Shinichi: First Bank Robbery, Nervous (2 Updates)
Vermouth disappeared behind the bank's revolving doors, and an eerie silence fell over the sports car.

Shinichi Kudo looked down at the cold Uzi submachine gun in his hand, the metallic feel making him feel a wave of unreal dizziness.

He looked up at the magnificent bank building outside the window, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

It all happened so fast that it caught him completely off guard.

This morning I was planning to take a walk in Griffith Park and watch the Black street dance groups perform—it sounded so normal and pleasant.

Before he knew it, Vermouth had dragged him into her car without a word, and he inexplicably swallowed the chocolate that contained the antidote. After experiencing excruciating pain from the transformation, he was now going to rob one of the most secure banks in Los Angeles with a submachine gun.

Shinichi rubbed his temples hard, taking a full thirty seconds to process this series of unbelievable events.

He even secretly pinched his thigh to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

The intense pain finally made him mutter a curse under his breath: "What the hell is going on? I don't understand at all, I really don't understand!"

He turned to look at Shiraishi E in the passenger seat and saw that she was carefully wrapping transparent tape around her fingers, her movements as practiced as if she were doing a routine chore.

Shinichi couldn't help but raise his voice: "Hey, Shiraishi! Say something! You just let someone arrange for you to rob a bank like this? Don't you think it's utterly absurd?"

Shiraishi E nodded, her hands continuing their work without pause: "It is indeed quite absurd."

He carefully smoothed out the last piece of tape, making sure it completely covered the fingerprints: "But this is still much more interesting than going shopping or going to the park to see Black uncles."

As he spoke, he handed Shinichi a new roll of tape: "You should put this on too, so you don't leave fingerprints."

Shinichi took the tape, his expression even more helpless: "Are you that close to her? She asked you to rob a bank, and you just obediently did it?"

Shiraishi E shrugged indifferently: "I know what she looks like and I have information about her. If she dares to cheat me, she'll be in big trouble."

Shinichi looked at the other person's confident demeanor and felt a headache coming on. He couldn't understand where this strange confidence came from at all.

He repeatedly emphasized: "Putting aside whether the two of us could successfully rob a bank, I absolutely cannot do something so illegal!"

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi smiled slightly and began checking the safety mechanism of the submachine gun: "It's alright, I'm quite experienced in this kind of thing, and with Chris providing backup inside, there shouldn't be any problems."

He paused, then added, "As for whether it's illegal or not, as long as it's not discovered, it's not illegal."

Shinichi was almost laughing in exasperation at this twisted logic: "You're just spouting nonsense!"

Shiraishi E chuckled, glancing at Shinichi with a knowing look that seemed to see through everything: "Alright, enough talk. Get ready."

He gave Shinichi a meaningful look: "If you really didn't want to go, you would have gotten off the bus and left long ago. What are you still babbling to me about?"

This statement precisely hit Shinichi's weak spot.

He was silent for a moment, then finally slumped his shoulders in frustration: "Okay, I admit I do want to see what Vermouth is up to."

As he resigned himself to his fate and began wrapping tape around his fingers, he couldn't help but lament the unpredictability of life.

"I'm clearly a champion of justice," Shinichi muttered to himself, the tape making a soft scraping sound on his fingertips. "How did I end up as an accomplice to evil?"

Shiraishi E seemed to hear his mutterings, chuckled, and patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, just think of it as experiencing life. Besides..."

Shinichi took a deep breath and wrapped the last fingertip with tape.

He had to admit that there was some truth to Shiraishi E's fallacies.

As long as he doesn't get discovered... then no one will know that Shinichi Kudo, the high school detective, was involved in a bank robbery!
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The fifteen minutes of preparation time flew by amidst their absurd and contradictory conversation.

Just as the second hand of her watch was about to point to the moment of the planned action, Shiraishi E suddenly began to take off her coat.

He took off his rather ordinary-looking black jacket and casually tossed it to Shinichi Kudo beside him.

"Put it on," Shiraishi E said. "This bulletproof vest."

Shinichi took the jacket and only then realized that it was unusually heavy; the lining was clearly embedded with some kind of lightweight bulletproof material.

A warm feeling instantly welled up in his heart. He hadn't expected that this seemingly cynical guy would be so loyal at this crucial moment, giving him his life-saving equipment.

While grateful, Shinichi's sense of morality prevented him from accepting it calmly. He asked worriedly, "You gave me this bulletproof vest, but what about you? What are you going to do? You should wear it."

To his utter surprise, Shiraishi E, upon seeing this, did not hesitate at all and immediately reached out to take the coat back, her movements swift and decisive, without any intention of being polite.

Shinichi was startled and instinctively pulled his coat back.

What's wrong with this guy? Shouldn't the normal procedure be a series of rounds of back-and-forth? Why isn't he playing by the rules at all?

His face flushed slightly, but he forced himself to remain calm and coughed lightly, saying, "Ahem... Well, thinking about it carefully, you're better at fighting than me, and you're more skilled. I don't think you need this jacket, so I'll give it to you." As he spoke, he quickly put on the bulletproof jacket, zipping it all the way up, as if that would give him an extra layer of security.

Shiraishi E rolled her eyes at him speechlessly, too lazy to dwell on the matter any longer, and simply ordered, "Alright, you follow behind me."

Before he finished speaking, he took off the standard bandit hood and put on an ordinary black mask.

He then concealed the Uzi submachine gun inside his jacket, keeping it ready to be drawn at any moment, opened the car door, and swaggered toward the entrance of the city's national bank.

Shinichi followed suit, putting on a mask, hiding his submachine gun, getting out of the car, closing the door, and quickly catching up with Shiraishi E.

His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating profusely with nervousness.

This was the first time in his life he had done something like this, and every cell in his body was screaming, "This is illegal!"

He couldn't help but jog a few steps to get closer to Shiraishi E, lower his voice, and ask with a slight tremor, "Later... later, what exactly do we need to do? This is my first time doing something like this, I have no experience, can you give me a definite answer?"

Shiraishi E looked straight ahead and casually replied with four words: "Watch my expression."

Shinichi almost choked on his words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Are you still joking at a time like this? I can't read minds, how am I supposed to read your mind and act accordingly?"

Shiraishi E did not answer directly, but only glanced quickly in the direction of the bank's entrance.

Shin subconsciously turned his head to follow his gaze, and his heart skipped a beat—in front of the revolving bronze gate, two burly security guards were watching them warily, their right hands already quietly resting on the rifles hanging in front of their chests.

Oops!

Shinichi immediately realized that the two grown men, wearing masks to cover their faces and behaving suspiciously, were indeed too conspicuous in front of the heavily guarded bank.

If he were a security guard, he would definitely be suspicious too.

He quickly moved closer to Shiraishi E and said urgently in a breathy voice, "We have to think of a way to dispel their suspicions first; we can't just force our way in..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Shiraishi E interrupted him impatiently: "Dissuade me, what are you talking about? Just kill them, won't that solve the problem?"

Before Shinichi could react, he saw Shiraishi E move with lightning speed.

With a "whoosh," he pulled out his Uzi submachine gun from his pocket and, without any warning or hesitation, fired a precise burst of short fire at the two security guards who had just become alert!
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

The crisp, deadly gunshot instantly shattered the tranquility of the street.

The two security guards hadn't even fully raised their guns when they were struck in vital areas by whistling bullets and fell silently into pools of blood.

"Go!" Shiraishi E shouted in a low voice, and without the slightest hesitation, she rushed towards the open bronze door like a cheetah.

Shinichi was stunned by the sudden killing, but his body instinctively rushed forward.

As Shiraishi E rushed into the bank lobby, she moved quickly while continuing to fire at other security guards who had heard the commotion and were looking over, attempting to raise their guns.

As he fired, he even shouted in a remarkably accurate imitation of a Black street urchin, "Robbery! Robbery!! Fuck you all, get the fuck down! Don't move if you don't want your heads blown off!!"

His shouts were full of arrogance and ferocity, a stark contrast to his languid demeanor in the car just moments before.

"Da da da--!"

Warnings were punctuated by incessant gunfire.

Within seconds, four more security guards who tried to resist were accurately and efficiently knocked to the ground by him.

Terrified screams erupted in the hall, and people scattered like headless flies.

"Bang! Bang!"

The surviving security guards began to fight back from behind cover, bullets hitting the gleaming marble floor and pillars, sending up debris.

However, Shiraishi E was incredibly agile. He made various swift tactical evasive maneuvers in the spacious hall, sometimes sliding to the side, sometimes rolling, narrowly avoiding the bullets. At the same time, the Uzi submachine gun in his hand kept spitting fire, and each short burst of fire was accompanied by the fall of a security guard.

His marksmanship was frighteningly accurate; he almost never missed a shot.

After quickly eliminating all armed resistance, he continued moving while firing his gun, smashing the surveillance cameras hanging throughout the hall one by one, sending sparks flying.

At the same time, he pointed his gun at the panicked crowd and shouted sternly, "Everyone! Hands on your heads! Assemble in the middle of the hall! Now!!"

His voice carried an undeniable sense of oppression, and the terrified crowd could only tremble and obey under his intimidation.

Meanwhile, Shinichi, who had just rushed through the gate, stood dumbfounded near the entrance, watching Shiraishi E's series of smooth, ruthless, and decisive actions, almost single-handedly taking complete control of the entire bank lobby in just one minute.

He gripped the Uzi submachine gun tightly in his hand, which hadn't been fired a single shot yet. He felt like an audience member who had accidentally wandered onto a film set, completely unable to participate and just there to make up the numbers!

(End of this chapter)