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

Chapter 741 The Fierce Sera Mother and Daughter

In the night shift area of ​​the Nagano Prefectural Detention Center, the lights were dim, and the air was filled with a mixture of caffeine and lethargy.

Several police officers on the night shift struggled to keep their heavy eyelids open. Some kept yawning, while others mechanically shoved cold instant coffee into their mouths, trying to dispel the heavy sleepiness of midnight.

In one corner, someone was even wearing headphones and watching popular TV shows on their phone to combat the long and boring hours.

They all thought that this night would pass quietly in peace, just like countless nights before, until the moment of shift change arrived.

However, this drowsy tranquility was shattered in the next second!

With a sharp clang, the tightly closed metal door of the detention center's reception hall was suddenly pushed open a crack from the outside, and a cylindrical metal object rolled in with an ominous thud, bouncing on the floor and making a crisp rolling sound.

"What...?" A police officer instinctively looked up, before he could finish speaking—

"Bang!!!"

The stun grenade exploded with a deafening roar! There were no shrapnel, but the intense light and terrifying noise exceeding 170 decibels that erupted in that instant were like an invisible giant hammer, slamming into the sensory nerves of everyone in the hall.

In an instant, all the staff members felt a blinding white light before their eyes, unable to see anything, with only a sharp, piercing, continuous buzzing in their ears. They completely lost their sense of balance, their minds went blank, and they staggered around like drunkards, instantly losing all ability to react.

In that critical moment, three figures suddenly appeared like ghosts!
Mary was the first to be affected; she was completely covered up except for her calm, almost cold, eyes.

Her movements were as swift as lightning. The moment she burst in, her Glock pistol was already raised. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several precise shots rang out, and surveillance cameras at key angles inside and outside the hall exploded, sparks flying everywhere.

Following closely behind, Sera Masumi, like a cheetah released from its cage, took advantage of her opponent's temporary incapacitation to unleash her superb fighting skills.

Chop, elbow strike, joint lock... the movements were clean and swift, without any hesitation. In almost a single exchange, the two male officers who were closest to him and trying to reach for their batons were knocked unconscious.

Shiraishi E was the last to stroll in, as if she were just entering a convenience store.

He looked around and saw Mary and Sera Masumi "cleaning up" the scene like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, "punching" the staff who were temporarily unable to resist, to ensure that they could not pose a threat in the short term.

In the blink of an eye, the only person still conscious and able to move in the lobby was a young female clerk huddled under the reception desk, trembling with fear.

Mary walked straight to the reception desk, not even glancing at the female clerk, and fired a shot at the reinforced bulletproof glass window with a "bang"!
The bullet shattered the glass, leaving a spiderweb-like crack. The loud noise startled the female clerk in the audience, who let out a short scream and nearly collapsed.

Sera Masumi stepped forward at the opportune moment and, through the broken glass, shouted in a deliberately low voice, "Find me a prisoner named Koshimizu Nanatsuki! Now! Immediately! Which room is she in?!"

The female clerk was already terrified and dared not hesitate for a moment.
She scrambled back to her computer, her fingers trembling uncontrollably with extreme fear, and she pressed the wrong keys several times.

Having finally gained access to the system, she cried out in a panicked voice, "It's...it's in room 44! At the very end of the corridor in Block B!"

Mary's cold gun barrel immediately shot across the cracked window, pointing at her: "Lead the way."

The female clerk, pale-faced and trembling, opened the door to the inner passage and led the way, her legs almost trembling.

The group quickly crossed the corridor.

Along the way, they did encounter other security personnel who rushed to the scene after hearing the commotion.

But when they saw the dark muzzle of Mary's gun and their colleague who had been quickly taken down, and then weighed their own pitiful rubber baton... a realistic consideration quickly overwhelmed their professional impulses.

'With such a meager monthly salary... why risk your life?' This thought appeared in their minds almost simultaneously.

The point of working in a detention center is to have a safe and secure environment, away from the dangers of the front lines, right?

Those who jump out now to be the first to stick their necks out will face obvious consequences.

So they wisely chose to raise their hands and lean against the wall, indicating that they would not resist.

Seeing this, Sera Masumi found it convenient. As she passed by, she snatched the baton from one of the officers and struck him squarely on the side of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

"I'm sorry, I'll take a nap for now," she whispered, making sure there was nothing to worry about behind her.

With the absolute deterrent effect of firearms and the other party's lack of effective resistance, they encountered almost no significant obstacles and smoothly arrived at the door of detention cell number 44 at the end of the corridor in Block B.

"Nanatsuki-nee!" Sera Masumi rushed to the door and peered inside through the small window.

Inside, Nanatsuki Koshimizu had already been awakened by the commotion outside and was anxiously pressing her ear against the door to listen.

When she saw Sera Masumi's familiar face, her eyes widened in surprise, and then an indescribable warmth and excitement welled up in her heart: "Masumi?! You... how did you get here?!"

She never expected that this girl she had only known for a short time would be so loyal and dare to break into the detention center to rescue her! "No time to say more, open the door quickly!" Sera Masumi urged the female clerk who was leading the way.

The female clerk, her voice trembling with tears, waved her hands in a panic: "I...I don't have the key! The access cards and keys are all with the warden. I only have access to the lobby...I can't open this door!"

"Useless!" Mary sneered, shoving aside the female clerk who was about to collapse. "Get out of here!"

She stepped forward, carefully examined the door lock structure, and then took out a set of professional lock-picking tools from her pocket that had caught Shiraishi Eto's eye.

She skillfully manipulated the tiny crochet hook and tension wrench with her fingers, making subtle movements inside the keyhole, completely focused on her task.

In just over ten seconds, a crisp "click" was heard, and the seemingly sturdy lock was easily broken.

Mary deftly opened the door, and with a backhand choke, precisely struck the back of the neck of the female clerk who had led the way, extinguishing her last vestiges of consciousness.

"Go!" she shouted, calling to the group who had rescued their target, and they retreated quickly along the original route without hesitation.

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The car door slammed shut, temporarily shutting out the chaos of the detention center and the first wailing of sirens.

Inside the carriage, a brief silence and a subtle relaxation after the adrenaline receded filled the air.

Shiraishi E let out a sigh of relief, leaning back lazily in the passenger seat, and said with a sigh, "Looks like I'm just here tonight as a spectator... I should have stayed in the car and provided backup. I wouldn't have had a chance to do anything."

He hadn't expected Sera and her daughter to be so formidable; the two of them easily broke into the detention center without him even having a chance to fire a shot.

Hearing this, Sera Masumi, who was in control of the steering wheel, laughed and glanced at him through the rearview mirror. Her tone was full of youthful arrogance and confidence: "This kind of small scene can be handled by me and my mom. Why do we need you, this 'big shot,' to personally take action?"

As she spoke, she skillfully shifted gears and accelerated with both hands and feet, and the vehicle roared away from the dangerous area that was about to be heavily surrounded by the police.

As the vehicle wound its way through the night, in the back seat, Nanatsuki Koshimizu, whose shock had subsided somewhat, finally had a chance to take a closer look at Emi Shiraishi beside her.

Despite wearing a mask, her distinctive voice and eyes made her recognize him immediately.

She lowered her head, her voice filled with sincere gratitude and deep shame: "Shiraishi-kun? It really is you... Thank you for saving me again... I'm so... useless. You've given me so much help and reminders, yet I was still so careless and fell into the police's trap. I'm truly... ashamed to face you."

Shiraishi E turned her head to the side, casually waved her hand, interrupting her self-blaming words, her tone calm but with a kind of detached indifference: "The problem is not with you, you don't need to take all the responsibility on yourself, and you don't need to feel ashamed about it."

"Hmm?" Koshimizu Nanatsuki looked up, her eyes filled with confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

Shiraishi E's gaze fell on the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, her voice lowering slightly: "Those three detectives who arrested you—Yamato Kansuke, Uehara Yui, and Morofushi Takaaki, none of them are simple characters."

"Especially that Morofushi Takaaki, he's meticulous and has extremely sharp insight. He's notoriously difficult to deal with in the Nagano police force. It's not unfair that you were taken down by them. If you have the chance later, you can check their background and the cases they've handled yourself."

He left it at that, revealing no more, but the weight of his words was enough for Koshimizu Nanatsuki to understand that this opponent was of an extraordinary level.

These words acted as a soothing balm, easing the tension in Nanatsuki Koshimizu's heart.

It turns out it wasn't that I was too stupid, but that my opponent was too strong.

She let out a long sigh of relief, as if some of the burden in her chest had dissipated. However, this brief moment of relaxation was immediately interrupted by the increasingly loud and clear wailing of police sirens coming from behind the car.

She instinctively looked back and saw flashing police lights in the distance, like sharks that had smelled blood and were in hot pursuit.

"The police are catching up!" she warned, frowning, her relaxed nerves tightening again.

Sera Masumi, in the driver's seat, remained completely calm. Instead, she grinned, revealing a wild and excited smile, her eyes sharp as an eagle's: "Don't worry! They can't catch me!"

Her confidence was almost overflowing.

As she spoke, she slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the roar of the engine instantly drowned out the siren.

“Although I usually prefer riding a motorcycle, it feels more liberating…” she said, her hands moving quickly and precisely on the steering wheel as if they had a mind of their own, causing the car to tilt sharply as she spoke, “but when it comes to driving a car, I’m also super skilled!”

Before the words were even finished, the vehicle performed an incredibly beautiful drift at a sharp bend, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the ground, the car drawing a perfect arc before instantly cutting into another narrow alley, leaving the police car behind, which was also trying to take the bend, far behind.

Then came a series of sharp turns, lane changes, and accelerations. Sera Masumi seemed to become one with the "borrowed" car, weaving freely through the complex streets like a fish in the sea.

In the rearview mirror, the flashing police lights quickly shrank and receded into the distance, eventually disappearing completely into the night and the intricate road network.

(End of this chapter)