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

Chapter 756 This guy is a super virus
Emi Shiraishi had no time to pay attention to Conan's turbulent inner monologue and his lament for the image of Sherlock Holmes. He was completely focused on starting his blackjack duel with Colonel Moran.

The rules of Blackjack are simple and straightforward: both players draw cards to make the total points of their hands as close as possible to 21, but not exceeding 21. If you break the 21 mark, you lose.

If neither player triggers a hit, the player with the higher score wins.

Before the tipping point, players can choose to continue "drawing cards" to increase their points.

The gambling begins.

As the dealer, Shiraishi E shuffled and cut the cards with a powerful but not particularly skillful technique, and then began dealing the cards.

He first dealt himself a face-up card—a conspicuous 10 of spades.

Then, a 7 of Hearts landed in front of Colonel Moran.

Next comes the hidden card segment.

Shiraishi dealt herself a card and placed it face down on the table, then dealt Colonel Moran a card, this time face up: a five of hearts.

“Colonel Moran,” Shiraishi E tapped her fingers lightly on the table, asking calmly, “Do you want more cards?”

Colonel Moran glanced at his cards: the 7 of Hearts and the 5 of Hearts, totaling 12 points.

He chuckled, with the adventurous spirit unique to soldiers and the confidence of gamblers, and said, "12 points? A long way from the wonderful 21. I believe Lady Luck is on my side tonight. Keep drawing cards!"

Shiraishi, expressionless, drew a card from the top of the deck, flipped it over, and neatly presented it to Moran—the 9 of Clubs!

"Haha!" Colonel Moran burst into a triumphant laugh, neatly laying out his three face-up cards. "7, 5, 9, 21! Perfect! Mr. Holmes, it seems my luck is indeed on my side tonight."

Conan, who was standing nearby, saw it all clearly and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "You're lucky my ass! It's clearly Noah's Ark manipulating things from behind the scenes, deliberately giving you this crucial 9 o'clock card!"

His heart leaped into his throat, and he looked at Shiraishi E with deep concern.

He wasn't really worried that Shiraishi E would keep that absurd "suicide" bet, but he was afraid that this guy would flip the table and renege on the bet at any moment, and then the situation would really be hard to handle.

Despite Colonel Moran's 21 points, Shiraishi E showed no sign of panic.

He slowly and deliberately turned over the card he had been holding face down—a King of Spades!

With the exposed 10 of spades, his score instantly became 20 points!
“20 points, a very good number, but unfortunately…” Shiraishi E’s tone remained calm, but her finger pointed to the deck of cards, “I need one more card.”

Colonel Moran, now confident of victory, leaned back in his chair with a smile and said, "Mr. Holmes, let's wait and see if your luck can work its magic and get you an A."

Shiraishi ignored his teasing and reached out to touch the top card of the deck.

He held it up to his eyes, glanced at it, and his lips seemed to twitch slightly.

Sure enough, Noah's Ark didn't even miss the last chance to annoy him—the card wasn't the life-saving Ace, but a useless 2 of Diamonds!

With this card, his total points will reach 22, he'll bust, and the game is over!

"Oh no..." Conan's heart sank when he saw Shiraishi E's subtle change in expression and the card she hadn't revealed yet. "We've really lost this time!"

However, Shiraishi suddenly made a "calm down" gesture to Conan and whispered mysteriously, "Don't be nervous, it's nothing. I forgot to tell you, I also have a trick up my sleeve—card shuffling."

"Rubbing...rubbing cards?" Conan was completely bewildered, unable to comprehend the meaning of this term at the gambling table. "What do you mean by rubbing cards? Do you think this is an arcade game? You can rub cards to perform a special move?!"

Shiraishi E chuckled, offering no further explanation. Instead, she held the fate-determining card between her palms in an extremely strange posture, kneading it quickly and discreetly like a glutinous rice ball, while muttering incantations as if casting some kind of spell.

After completing this bizarre action, he confidently said, "Alright, the ritual is complete. Now, it has become the Ace of Spades."

Conan nearly fainted upon hearing this, weakly rubbing his forehead: "...Do you think I look like an idiot? Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe such blatant deception! Shiraishi, get ready, it seems we have no choice but to go for it!"

As he spoke, his hand unconsciously reached for his waist. Although his usual tranquilizer gun watch wasn't there, he was in a posture ready to deal with any conflict.

"Mr. Holmes, please show your cards!" Colonel Moran, having lost his patience, urged in a deep voice, already prepared to witness the spectacular expression on his opponent's face after he flushed the card.

At the moment when Conan was about to draw his gun, Colonel Moran was smug, and even Noah's Ark, which was pulling the strings behind the scenes, thought victory was assured—

A barely perceptible smile curved Shiraishi's lips. With a flick of her wrist, she slapped the rubbed card onto the green velvet table with a crisp, clean "smack!"

When he removed his palm, revealing the cards clearly to everyone, time seemed to stand still.

The card was none other than the elegantly designed Ace of Spades, a symbol of victory and miracles! "Wh...what?!" "This is impossible!" Conan and Colonel Moran exclaimed almost simultaneously, their faces filled with utter shock and disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost!

Meanwhile, at the very core of the virtual world, where Noah's Ark was meticulously calculating all probabilities, its data stream also experienced a violent disruption and a brief "shutdown" at that instant!
Countless logical statements were marked with question marks, and error alarms shrieked silently!
It can't understand!
It clearly had backend permissions to lock the card's data and change it to the 2 of diamonds.
The player's commands didn't even touch the data layer, so why was the final result forcibly overwritten?!
This guy...this guy is definitely not an ordinary player! This is a virus!!
It's an incredibly powerful virus capable of distorting underlying rules and possessing ridiculously high privileges!
From utter despair to sudden ecstasy, Conan was stunned for half a second before jumping up and shouting excitedly, "A! It's A! 20 plus 1, 21! A tie! The banker doesn't lose! We...we didn't lose! That's great!!"

Eina Shiraishi elegantly placed the Ace of Spades alongside the other two cards, as if it were the natural way things were supposed to be.

Just kidding, how could mere artificial intelligence possibly be a match for my ruthless bandit system?
Is it really that hard to buy an Ace of Spades from the Bandit Mall?

He looked at Colonel Moran, whose face was ashen: "It seems that Lady Luck smiled upon me at the last moment. So, as agreed, can you tell me Professor Moriarty's whereabouts now?"

Colonel Moran's chest heaved violently, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He never imagined that, despite having an absolute advantage and even the assistance of a "god" behind him, he would lose in such an incomprehensible way.

The immense humiliation and the inability to explain himself to the professor quickly consumed his reason with rage.

Tell him where the professor is? Absolutely not!
"Hmph..." Colonel Moran let out a cold snort, his eyes sinister, and his right hand silently and extremely slowly reached for the pistol inside his dress uniform.

He planned to break his promise and shut this troublesome "Sherlock Holmes" up forever in the most direct way!
As for credit?

Compared to the professor's task, that was insignificant.

However, the moment his fingers touched the cold gun handle, something unexpected happened!
Shiraishi E, who had seemed relaxed all along, suddenly had a sharp look in her eyes, as sharp as a hawk!
He didn't even give the other party a chance to fully draw his gun. Like a cheetah poised to pounce, he suddenly pushed off the ground and leaped over the large gambling table!

The movements were so fluid and swift that they exceeded everyone's expectations!
"boom!"

A powerful flying kick landed squarely on Colonel Moran's chest!

The immense force sent him and his chair tumbling backward. With a jarring crash of the wooden chair breaking, his burly body slammed heavily onto the floor with a muffled groan. The pistol he had just pulled out slipped from his hand and fell into a corner.

"Colonel!"

"catch him!"

This scene was like igniting a powder keg!
Inside the club, Colonel Moran and the dozen or so burly men who were originally there to guard the area, after a brief moment of astonishment, immediately roared and pounced on Shiraishi E.

They either drew short sticks or daggers they carried, or they were unarmed but aggressive, and instantly surrounded Shiraishi E in the center.

Conan's heart leaped into his throat. He instinctively took a few steps back, looking for cover, and began to watch the show.

Surrounded in the middle, Shiraishi E remained completely calm in the face of attacks coming from all directions.

His movements were incredibly agile, sometimes as slippery as an eel, easily dodging between fists, kicks, and sticks; other times as swift as lightning, each strike precise and ruthless!
A burly man threw a punch, but he dodged to the side while simultaneously striking the man's ribs with his elbow, which slammed into the man like a venomous snake. The man immediately curled up and fell to the ground like a shrimp.

Another man stabbed him in the back with a dagger, but he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. With a swift roundhouse kick, he accurately knocked the dagger away, and then kicked the other man hard in the back of the knee with his other foot, causing him to scream and kneel down.

The movements were clean and swift, without any unnecessary actions. Every strike was aimed at the vital points, striving to instantly dismantle the opponent's fighting ability.

The wind howled as fists flew and figures tumbled.

Bai Shihui weaved through the crowd, causing chaos and falls wherever he went.

Those seemingly fierce and skilled fighters were like paper tigers in front of him, utterly vulnerable.

In less than two minutes, the only people left standing in the room were Shiraishi E and a dumbfounded Conan.

Conan watched as Shiraishi E casually brushed non-existent dust off her sleeves, then looked at the dozen or so thugs lying haphazardly on the ground groaning, and was deeply shocked.

He couldn't help but think of Sherlock Holmes from the original story, who, although also skilled in boxing and bartending, relied more on his intelligence and reasoning.

Conan couldn't help but think: If Sherlock Holmes back then had even half... no, even just a third of the skill of Shiraishi E, perhaps he wouldn't have chosen to perish together with Moriarty at Reichenbach Falls, jumping off the falls with him in his arms!

He couldn't help but feel a little strange at the thought of Holmes taking down Moriarty in no time.

The thought flashed through his mind and he quickly put it aside. Looking at Shiraishi E wiping her fingers, he couldn't help but give her a thumbs up!

Great!

(End of this chapter)