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

Chapter 724 Escaping into the Building (1st Update)
With a piercing scream of twisting metal and a deafening roar of shattering glass, the massive helicopter, like an out-of-control steel behemoth, crashed into the glass curtain wall of the building!

Inside the office lobby, the white-collar workers, who were just moments before immersed in the sounds of keyboards clicking and telephones ringing, were terrified by the sudden scene of disaster.

Documents flew everywhere, coffee cups shattered, and people screamed in terror, leaping from their workstations like a herd of startled deer and rushing toward the emergency exits in a frantic rush, creating chaos in an instant.

The helicopter, carrying immense inertia, plowed through the open office area, easily tearing apart and tossing away chairs, cubicles, and computer monitors like toys under its impact.

The spinning propellers were frantically cutting through the ceiling, with concrete fragments and light fixture debris raining down. Finally, with a dull crack, the propellers came to a complete stop, twisting and turning, and the billowing dust slowly enveloped the mess.

In the driver's seat, Shinichi's body was tightly bound by the seatbelt during the devastating impact, and his head inevitably suffered a violent shock. He was now completely unconscious, and blood seeping from his forehead slid down his pale cheeks.

Vermouth, standing nearby, was also feeling unwell. The intense shock made her dizzy, and the world seemed to spin in her eyes. She shook her head violently, trying to dispel the buzzing in her head, but her vision remained blurry.

Only Shiraishi E seemed completely unaffected. He was only stunned for two seconds at the moment of impact, but quickly recovered.

Almost the instant the aircraft came to a complete stop, he deftly unbuckled his seatbelt, nimbly leaped out of the severely deformed cabin, and landed steadily on the ground littered with shattered glass and debris.

His sharp gaze immediately swept out the window, just in time to see the two persistent armed helicopters approaching. They had even adjusted their posture, and the missiles mounted under their short wings reflected a deadly gleam—the other side clearly did not intend to give them any chance to breathe and intended to turn the building and them together into a sea of ​​fire!
"Heh." Shiraishi E let out a cold sneer, her eyes showing no sign of panic.

His mind raced, and in an instant, he redeemed the FIM-92 'Stinger' missile from the Bandit Mall.

In an instant, a missile launcher appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Without pausing for a moment, he shouldered the launcher, aimed, and locked on!
call out--!
The first missile roared out, trailing a fiery white tail!

He didn't even wait to confirm the results of the battle; he purchased missiles with effortless ease, and almost instantly, the launch tubes were fully loaded with ammunition.

Whoosh—! Whoosh—! ...

In just a few breaths, he launched twelve Stinger surface-to-air missiles in quick succession at an inhuman speed!

Twelve death trails ripped through the sky, like the guidance of death itself, each heading towards one of the two armed helicopters.

The pilots cried out in despair over the communication channel. They desperately released flares and made frantic evasive maneuvers, but faced with such dense and precise saturation attacks, all resistance was in vain!
"BOOM!!! BOOM—!!!"

Two deafening explosions rang out in succession, instantly igniting two huge fireballs in the sky. Burning fragments scattered like fireworks, and the two once-arrogant armed helicopters were now reduced to two twisted piles of scrap metal, plummeting towards the city streets.

Shiraishi E tossed away the panic launcher in her hand expressionlessly, as if she had only done a trivial thing.

He turned and strode quickly toward the helicopter wreckage, leaned inside, unbuckled Shinichi's seatbelt, and helped the unconscious high school detective out.

At this point, Vermouth managed to suppress her dizziness and staggered off the plane.

She didn't catch a glimpse of the fleeting outcome of the aerial battle outside the window. A strong sense of crisis made her urge urgently, "Let's go! Their reinforcements will be here soon! We can't stay here!"

Shiraishi nodded without offering further explanation. She simply draped Shinichi's arm over her shoulder, half-supporting and half-carrying him, and followed Vermouth as they quickly passed through the office hall filled with terrified gazes and ruins, disappearing into the thick smoke and chaos leading to the safety passage.

He helped the unconscious Shinichi, and the unsteady Vermouth had just passed the elevator, which was crowded with terrified office workers, and could only turn to the more strenuous escape route.

After descending only two floors, Vermouth could no longer hold on.

The shock of the helicopter crash, the intense tension in her nerves, and the physical exertion from rushing downstairs had pushed this thousand-faced witch to her limit.

She grabbed the cold metal handrail, breathing heavily, her face pale and her forehead beaded with sweat: "No... I can't take it anymore, I have to rest... for a bit..." Seeing this, Shiraishi E stopped and carefully leaned the still unconscious Kudo Shinichi against the wall.

He straightened up, patted the dust and debris off his clothes, and remained calm, as if he had not just experienced a life-or-death escape.

He looked at Vermouth and calmly cut to the heart of the matter: "What do you plan to do next?"

Vermouth nearly collapsed onto the cold steps, leaning against the handrail, her chest heaving with rapid breathing. "What else can I do?"

She forced a slightly weary, bitter smile. "Of course, we need to get rid of those damned pursuers outside first!"

She sighed in frustration and added, "My disguise tools and spare identification are in that damn car. Otherwise, getting you out of this area would be a piece of cake."

“It’s alright,” Shiraishi E said calmly, yet with a chilling murderous intent. “We can still choose to fight our way out.”

"Fight your way out?" Vermouth rolled her eyes helplessly, as if she had heard an absurd joke. "Even if you're a great fighter, do you think you can take on the entire Los Angeles Police Department plus all those unidentified armed men by yourself?"

Her gaze shifted to Shinichi, who lay unconscious against the wall, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "Not to mention... we're also carrying this burden."

This statement left Shiraishi E speechless.

Shinichi Kudo not only has questionable fighting skills, but more importantly, he would never shoot at the police who represent law and order.

Taking him along is like putting heavy shackles on yourself; it is indeed the biggest burden.

Just as the air seemed to freeze, the "burden" leaning against the wall suddenly let out a painful groan.

"Ah... Ugh..." Shinichi's body trembled violently. He unconsciously clutched his chest tightly, as if he were enduring some kind of excruciating pain. His forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.

Shiraishi E and Vermouth both turned their gazes toward him.

Immediately afterward, under the gaze of the two men, Shinichi Kudo's body seemed to be compressed by an invisible force, his bones made a faint "crackling" sound, and his originally well-fitting clothes became loose and baggy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, the tall, handsome high school detective disappeared, replaced by an elementary school student curled up on the ground, wearing oversized clothes—Edogawa Conan!

After a brief silence, Shiraishi E couldn't help but smile, which eventually turned into a soft chuckle: "Heh...that's good, the problem is solved. We don't need to worry about him anymore."

Vermouth also recovered from her initial shock, and that subtle smile of control returned to her pale face: "Indeed... the police and the attackers were tracking three adults."

"In any case, they would never suspect a child who happened to be at the accident scene and was frightened."

She forced herself to stand up, walked to Conan's side, squatted down and carefully checked his pulse and breathing, and then looked at his eyelids to confirm that he was only unconscious due to the transformation and had not suffered serious external injuries in the previous plane crash.

"Alright, he's fine, he just passed out." Vermouth stood up, clapped her hands, and said in a relaxed tone, "Just leave him here."

Shiraishi E nodded, having no objection to the decision.

The short rest seemed to have restored some of Vermouth's strength.

Without giving Conan another glance, the two took a deep breath and disappeared back into the shadows of the escape route, running down the cold stairs step by step.

(End of this chapter)