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

Chapter 744 Mary: Such a dangerous thing... Confiscated!
Two deafening explosions rang out in quick succession on the narrow street, and towering fireballs, accompanied by scorching heat waves, rushed towards them, turning Yamato Kansuke's resolute face a bright red.

He watched helplessly as his colleague's police car was instantly transformed into a twisted, burning iron coffin. A wave of horror surged through his heart, which then turned into a chilling shock—the other side was no ordinary bandit; they possessed terrifying military skills and a ruthless fighting spirit!

"Stop the car! Stop everything! Don't come any closer!" he roared into the communicator, slamming on the brakes himself.

We can't let our colleagues drive up there and become sitting ducks anymore!

He took a deep breath, grabbed the cane from the passenger seat, opened the car door, and using the vehicle as cover, carefully moved forward with the cane in hand.

Each soft tap of the cane on the ground sounded exceptionally clear against the backdrop of deathly silence and the crackling of distant flames.

Through the billowing smoke and scattered vehicle debris, his gaze, sharp as an eagle's, was fixed on the two abandoned, still-smoking crime vehicles ahead.

Sure enough, there is someone!

There were two figures, one tall and one short, both dressed in dark clothes, wrapped up tightly, with their backs to him, slowly retreating into a secluded alley.

"A child?" A look of disbelief and astonishment flashed in Yamato Kansuke's single eye.

Minors were involved in the criminal gang?

This momentarily distracted him, but his years of experience as a criminal investigator immediately overwhelmed his surprise.

As the two figures were about to disappear into the shadows at the alley entrance, he knew that any warnings would be superfluous at this moment. When facing dangerous individuals of this level, he had to strike first!
Without hesitation, he raised his gun with one arm and, relying on years of shooting experience, quickly aimed at the tall figure as if by muscle memory.

His fingertip gripped the trigger, ready to apply pressure...

Just at this moment!

A fierce, almost beast-like intuition, honed through countless brushes with death, suddenly pierced him!
Extremely dangerous!

Before he could even think, his body reacted before his brain could—he suddenly fell to the side and backward!
"Whoosh—!" Almost at the same time his body left his spot, a scorching bullet, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, flew past his cheek!

He could even feel the scorching air from the bullet as it cut through the air and the icy touch of that instantaneous kiss of death!
"Thump!" Yamato Kansuke fell heavily onto the cold, rough ground, his cane slipping from his hand and rolling to the side.

The burning, stinging pain on my cheeks was incredibly clear, and my heart was pounding wildly in my chest, almost as if it would jump out of my chest.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Fear, a long-forgotten fear born of the absolute threat of death, gripped his heart.

"Just now... if only it had been a fraction of a second slower..." He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his heart filled with lingering fear.

The other person didn't even turn their head!

He almost achieved a precise blind-fire headshot simply by relying on footsteps or some inexplicable battlefield instinct!

What a terrifying opponent!

He was afraid. For the first time, when facing a criminal, he felt powerless and dared not chase after him easily.

"I'll help! How's the situation?!" At that moment, Morofushi Takaaki's voice came from behind.

Yamato Kansuke struggled to his feet, picked up his cane, his face extremely pale, and his voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "I only saw two people, one big and one small, wrapped up very tightly, I couldn't tell if they were male or female, and they went into that alley... Takashi, they were very dangerous! Especially the adult... He... he didn't even look back, and he almost shot me..."

He pointed to the clear bloodstain on his face, still shaken.

Zhu Fu Gaoming looked in the direction he pointed, then glanced at the injury on his friend's face. His expression instantly turned extremely serious, his eyes sharp as knives: "I understand... I will be extremely careful."

He took a deep breath, adopted a more professional two-handed gun-holding posture, lowered the muzzle slightly, and approached the alleyway, which seemed like a gaping maw, with steady and rapid steps.

"Hey! Takashi! Don't go! It's too dangerous!" Yamato Kansuke shouted anxiously, trying to stop him.

"It's alright, I'll be careful." Morofushi Takaaki didn't turn his head, his tone calm but with an undeniable determination. His figure quickly disappeared into the darkness of the alley, and no matter how Yamato Kansuke called after him, he did not stop.

He absolutely could not let such a dangerous bandit escape before his very eyes!

Just then, Uehara Yui also drove over and, seeing the horrific scene and the anxious Yamato Kansuke, immediately ran over.

"Yui! Go and bring Takaaki back! Those guys are not people that ordinary police officers can handle! Go now!" Yamato Kansuke almost shouted at her, his one eye filled with worry.

When Uehara Yui saw the wreckage of the police cars that were still burning, she realized the seriousness of the situation. She nodded solemnly and, without saying a word, immediately rushed into the alley.

However, just as she approached the alley entrance, before she could even call out Zhu Fu's name, she saw his face change drastically. He burst out of the alley in unprecedented terror, screaming at her with all his might, "Run—!!!"

Uehara Yui was stunned by this sudden turn of events, and her steps unconsciously faltered.

"Boom——!!!"

A muffled explosion, far louder than the previous gunshots and tire explosions, suddenly came from the depths of the alley!
Like the roar of an ancient behemoth! A scorching wave of air, mixed with rubble, bricks and deadly shockwaves, erupted from the narrow alley like a tsunami!

The first to be hit was Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was thrown into the air by the violent force and crashed heavily to the ground several meters away.

Yui Uehara was also hit head-on by the shockwave, and her whole body flew backward uncontrollably. She then lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

"Brilliant! Yui!!" Yamato Kensuke shouted hoarsely, his eyes wide with rage.

He could no longer care about the injuries on his face and the inconvenience in his legs. He endured the excruciating pain and practically crawled over.

He checked their breathing with trembling hands and, upon confirming they were still breathing, felt a little relieved. However, seeing them unconscious, he feared they might have suffered a severe concussion or internal injury.

"Hold on! You have to hold on!" He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to first pull up Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was closer, and then half-carried and half-supported him to his car and placed him in the back seat.

Then they turned back and, with equal difficulty, dragged Uehara Yui into the car as well.

After doing all this, he was almost exhausted. His limp was so painful that he was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment. He started the car, turned on the siren, and sped like a madman toward the nearest hospital.

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The narrow, dark alleyway exit seemed like a dividing line, isolating the gunfire and explosions from the scene into another world.

Shiraishi E led Mary out, and they returned to the relatively peaceful street.

He intended to hail a taxi directly back to the hotel, but when his gaze swept over an izakaya (Japanese pub) on the street corner with a noren (traditional Japanese curtain) hanging and dim lighting, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

The aroma of food wafting through the air stirred up a long-suppressed hunger.

"Let's fill our stomachs first," he said succinctly to Mary, then lifted the noren curtain and went inside.

The izakaya was a small, smoky, and noisy place, making it a good place to hide.

Faced with the landlady's scrutinizing gaze, Shiraishi E lied without batting an eye, claiming that she was over 22 years old.

The proprietress looked at his excessively young face with suspicion in her eyes, but when he gently placed a few banknotes on the counter, that suspicion was quickly suppressed by the practical benefits. She silently turned around and fetched a few bottles of chilled beer.

Shiraishi E pulled Mary to sit in the corner booth, where the surrounding noise provided them with perfect cover.

The piping hot fried skewers are golden and crispy, while the oden broth exudes a mild and delicious aroma.

After a few glasses of ice-cold beer, my tense nerves seemed to relax a little.

Shiraishi E poked at the fried chicken pieces on the plate with a bamboo skewer, complaining with a hint of boredom, "If I had known it would be this boring, I wouldn't have made the trip. I feel like you could handle it all by yourself without me."

Mary grabbed the bottle without hesitation and filled her glass to the brim, the fine foam rising to the surface.

She rolled her eyes at Shiraishi E and lowered her voice, saying, "You can't say that. If you hadn't been lucky enough to find a gun in the car, would our operation have gone so smoothly? Tools are also part of strength."

Despite the massive uproar they had just caused by blowing up police cars and triggering a large-scale riot, in Mary's eyes, as long as their core identities remained intact and no decisive biological evidence was left behind, all of this was just an acceptable minor inconvenience in carrying out the mission!

She took a big gulp of beer, the icy liquid sliding down her throat and dispelling some of her fatigue. Then she picked up a skewer of grilled chicken with scallions, took a bite, and found the meat tender and the sauce rich.

As if suddenly remembering something, she leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper of pure curiosity: "Speaking of which, what about your bomb...? Where did it come from?"

"I made them myself," Shiraishi E replied casually, as if to say that the skewer of grilled mushrooms tasted good.

Mary was taken aback by his attitude and retorted irritably, "I can do it too! I'm asking you, do you carry around dangerous items all the time?"

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile. He put down his chopsticks, reached into his coat pocket, and actually pulled out something—a flat cube about the size and thickness of a wallet, with a matte metal casing that looked exceptionally exquisite. It resembled a high-tech electronic device more than a bomb.

He gently placed it on the table and pushed it toward Mary: "My version is more... mini, easy to carry around, just in case."

Mary's pupils contracted slightly as she reached out and took the small bomb, examining it closely in her hand.

Its workmanship is extremely fine, the seams are tight, and there are almost no rough spots. It's also lighter than I expected. "The workmanship is excellent, very fine..."

She murmured, her fingertips tracing the cool metal casing. Then, she looked up, her expression matter-of-fact, her tone like an elder disciplining a younger person: "However, it's too reckless for a child like you to carry something so dangerous around all the time... Confiscated!"

Before she finished speaking, she swiftly and naturally stuffed the small bomb into the inside pocket of her coat, then continued picking up the skewers without changing her expression, as if she had merely confiscated a dangerous toy that shouldn't belong to a child.

This series of smooth and seamless "robbery" actions made Shiraishi E chuckle. He shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of indescribable emotion: "You and your sister... are really completely different. They're like two extremes."

Mary said nonchalantly, "It's normal that it doesn't look like one. It's abnormal that it does!"

(End of this chapter)