Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

[Long time no see, my little darlings! I squeezed in some time these past few days to write this chapter. I probably won't be this busy next month QAQ I won't stop updating, but I probably won't be able to update much this month. Sorry, my little darlings~]

Chapter 608 Charging Forward Alone

Chu Ming had just pushed open the door when he saw the pouring rain outside. Leaning against the doorframe, he turned to Gin and said, "Isn't this weather a bit unsuitable for sniping? Should we try another time?"

"What? It's raining? If there are umbrellas, even if Kiel guides people to a fixed location, it won't be easy for Chianti and the others to make a move, right?" Vodka happened to come out of the room and was also a little worried when he heard this.

Yesterday, after they returned from the base, Chu Ming figured he was going to hitch a ride with Gin on a mission anyway, so he decided to go with Gin to his safe house for the night and set off together the next day.

Gin glanced outside: "No need. The operation isn't until 1 p.m., by which time the rain will stop."

Chu Ming hadn't read the mission details carefully before, and only after hearing Gin's explanation did he realize that the operation wouldn't begin until the afternoon. He leaned against the doorframe like he had no bones and yawned, "The operation isn't until the afternoon. What are we going to do so early in the morning? We can't just sit here staring blankly for so long, can we? I should have slept in a bit longer."

Gin, his face cold, ripped Chu Ming off the doorframe: "Go train first."

???

Chu Ming was caught off guard and dragged away by Gin, looking completely bewildered: "Training what? Weren't we talking about the operation? How did it suddenly turn into training?"

Gin continued walking, his expression indifferent: "Aren't you bored?"

Which decent family gets beaten up when they're bored?

Chu Mingsheng was taken to the training ground by Gin with no will to live. While being beaten, he lamented that Gin had ruined all his good years.

After Chu Ming finished getting beaten up, time passed by second by second.

Gin emerged from the training ground refreshed. Looking at the rain outside, which had stopped, he nodded slightly with satisfaction. Turning to Vodka, he said, "Go pick up Vermouth first, then meet up with Gil."

Chu Ming sighed, climbed into the car with a resentful look, slumped in the back seat, and stared intently at Gin in the passenger seat.

Gin pretended not to see it, picked up Vermouth, and then drove towards the Sun Moon Building.

Vermouth looked at Chu Ming, who was slumped in his seat like a couch potato, and sat down next to him, asking with some curiosity, "What's wrong with Granburg?"

Gin didn't say anything, but Vodka chimed in while driving: "My brother dragged me to training early this morning, I guess I haven't recovered yet."

Vermouth stood by, laughing heartily, her face full of schadenfreude.

Seeing the identical indifference of the three people in the car, Chu Ming sighed softly and completely calmed down.

When the car arrived at the underground parking lot, Kiel still hadn't arrived. Gin checked the time; there was still half an hour until 10 o'clock.

He rolled down the car window, took a cigarette from his pocket, and was about to light it when Chu Ming, sitting in the back seat, drew out a resentful tone: "Sigh, how can there be such a miserable person as me in this world? Getting beaten up first thing in the morning is bad enough, but now I'm forced to inhale secondhand smoke. It's truly heartbreaking to hear and even makes one want to cry—"

Her plaintive tone made Vermouth, who was also taking out a cigarette, silently withdraw her hand. Gin felt the veins on his forehead throbbing and rudely shoved the cigarette back into his hand.

Chu Ming snorted with satisfaction, shifted his position, and leaned against the car window to look outside: "Although I haven't dealt with Gil yet, I don't think she's a good person."

Vodka turned around: "They've all joined the organization, how could there still be good people among them?"

Chu Ming was speechless for once, and glared angrily at Vodka: "What I mean is that she's definitely not that loyal to the organization!"

Vermouth became interested: "Why?"

"Hmph, it's already 9:30 and she still hasn't arrived. Maybe she's planning something." Chu Ming said confidently. "Maybe she's an FBI agent, and she's contacting the FBI right now to surround us."

Vermouth rested her elbow on her side and looked at Gin with a smile: "Not everyone likes to come and scout ahead of time like Gin does."

Gin sneered upon hearing this: "It's perfect if she's a rat. We have people all within a three-kilometer radius. If she's an undercover agent, we can catch her by the tail."

Seeing that Vermouth and Vodka showed no surprise whatsoever, Chu Ming knew that Gin always went to great lengths when carrying out missions, ensuring that there were no unstable factors within a ten-mile radius even for the smallest tasks.

Unfortunately, Conan still often manages to exploit her weaknesses.

Thinking of Conan, Chu Ming suddenly touched his face, which was not disguised, and blinked.

Logically speaking, since Professor Agasa isn't here today, Conan shouldn't be tracking the organization anymore, right? He didn't prepare anything today...

Speak of the devil, and he appears; Chu Ming's phone suddenly started buzzing.

Why would Conan call him at this time?

Gin looked up and silently observed in the rearview mirror.

Chu Ming answered the phone, his voice gentle and warm: "What's wrong, Conan?"

Vodka had never heard Chu Ming speak in such a tone before, and he couldn't help but tremble. His gaze towards Chu Ming was indescribable.

When Vermouth heard Chu Ming address her, her gaze seemed to casually fall on Chu Ming, but for some reason, Chu Ming's phone didn't leak any sound. She tried to hear something, but couldn't hear anything at all.

Conan, panting heavily on the other side, seemed to have just finished strenuous exercise: "Brother Chu Ming, where are you now? Could you come pick me up over here in the shopping street? I—"

Chu Ming interrupted him apologetically: "I'm sorry, Conan, I have an important meeting at my company and I'm not in Tokyo right now. Can I call the company and have someone send a driver to pick you up? Can you give me a detailed address?"

Gin looked at Chu Ming, who was blatantly lying and even trying to send the organization's driver out to pick up the child, and then looked away to avoid seeing him.

Conan, on the other hand, looked anxious when he heard that Chu Ming was not in Tokyo, but he didn't say anything more: "No need, Brother Chu Ming, it's fine if you're not here. There's no need to send a driver to pick me up. I was thinking of asking you to go to the bookstore together to see if there are any new detective novels."

He looked at the flashing lights on his glasses, his face showing some impatience. In this kind of situation, finding an ordinary driver would be of no use at all. Since it involved that organization, it was best not to drag others into it.

But this time he had to catch up. The bugging device stuck to the door had been accidentally stepped on by Rena Mizunashi. If it were discovered, the people in that organization wouldn't believe that it was just a child who placed it to investigate whether Rena Mizunashi was being monitored. Instead, they would assume that someone was eavesdropping on the organization's messages.

The first person to be suspected will likely be Kogoro Mouri, the famous detective who appeared at Rena Mizunashi's house this morning to investigate. And once the organization discovers this, not only Kogoro Mouri, but also Ran and himself will be in danger...

His gaze fell on a bicycle parked to the side, and his eyes slowly hardened. It seemed he was going to be the only one charging forward.

[The missing person has returned~ The busiest time is over. I'll post one chapter today to prevent a break in updates. I expect to resume updates next month~]

Chapter 609 Rye

Chu Ming hung up the phone and met Vermouth's nonchalant gaze: "Oh my, Granbury's voice is unusually gentle, I'm not used to it. What's up, who are you chatting with, you seem so happy?"

Seeing that Vermouth clearly wanted to know what Conan and he had talked about, but couldn't say it directly and could only try to find out indirectly, Chu Ming smiled and said, "Of course it was about my little cutie~"

The soft, melodious voice, coupled with Chu Ming's deliberate prolongation of the tone, created a sticky, lingering sensation that made Vodka's hands tremble violently. He twisted the steering wheel sharply, causing the car to shake three times. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his tone filled with disbelief: "You're not even an adult yet, this isn't your girlfriend... is it?"

"..." Chu Ming was speechless. He glanced at Gin and said, "Afu is hopeless. How about we throw him out for the mission later?"

Vermouth couldn't help but defend Vodka: "Vodka is simple-minded, why would you lie to him for no reason?"

???

Chu Ming gave Vodka a sour look, his tone full of sarcasm: "Fine, so your feelings have faded? I only said one thing to Vodka, and you're already rushing to stand up for him. What, are you afraid I'll bully him? Then you can treat him like a princess next time~ Besides, Vodka is the big brother's little brother. The big brother hasn't said anything, so why are you in such a hurry!"

Gin silently flipped through the documents in his hand, not saying a word, not participating at all, as if he were deaf and hadn't heard anything.

Vermouth simply didn't want Chu Ming to ramble on and steer the conversation away from the main topic. She wanted to subtly inquire what Conan wanted with Chu Ming, but she was choked up like this and had no choice but to silently shut her mouth, just like Gin.

Chu Ming single-handedly silenced the car, leaving no one to disturb him. He snorted, leaned back in his seat, and continued looking out the window.

Suddenly, the peace inside the car was broken by the buzzing of a cell phone. Chu Ming looked in the direction of the buzzing and saw it was Gin calling.

Chu Ming happened to be sitting right behind Gin. He sat up straight, grabbed the back of the seat in front of him, and leaned forward, pressing his ear close to Gin's phone. Before Gin could shove his head away without hesitation, he heard Kir's voice: "...There was a little problem, but it's resolved now..."

Chu Ming sullenly withdrew his head: "It's Gil... She's so slow, only now getting ready to leave."

He paused for a moment. Since Conan wanted him to pick him up, it meant that Conan must have overheard some information. Even if it was just to retrieve the bugging device, he would stick close to Rena Mizunashi. He had been hiding for so long, and he couldn't let it all go to waste.

Just in case, he turned to Vermouth and asked, "Sister, did you bring any disguise materials?"

Vermouth was still in the mindset of being launched into flight by Chu Ming. She never expected that Chu Ming would come over and poke her again after only a short while, as if nothing had happened. She raised her chin in annoyance and said, "Don't talk. Our relationship has faded."

Chu Ming was flexible and adaptable. He blinked and looked completely innocent: "What? The relationship between my sister and me is as clear as day and as deep as the moon. Even if it has faded a little, it doesn't matter at all. I was just saying that out of anger. I was just jealous. It hurts my heart to see you defend Afu."

Looking at Chu Ming's face, which was scrunched up in a deliberately pitiful expression, Vermouth sighed softly. Who could resist such a face? She reached out and rubbed Chu Ming's face vigorously twice, then took out disguise materials from her bag.

Gin usually develops two or three plans to ensure that the mission goes perfectly.

If Kir's guidance fails this time, or if they fail to kill Tsuchimon Yasutaka at Beika Park, then Vermouth will disguise herself as Tokishima Kiriko and, together with Kir, intercept Tsuchimon Yasutaka's car on the bridge, and kill him the moment he gets out of the car.

So Vermouth carried her disguise materials with her, but she didn't know why Chu Ming suddenly wanted to use them.

Chu Ming took the materials and applied them to his face, disguising himself as Yusuke Matsutake, and then covered it with a face sculpted from Shuichi Akai.

"Why are you using his face again?" Vermouth watched as Chu Ming pulled off the black sweater he was wearing underneath, casually wrapped it with thread, and turned it inside out into a black woolen hat. He put the hat on his head, truly capturing the essence perfectly. "And two layers—isn't that a bit too cautious?"

"Let's make use of this trash. Shuichi Akai is nowhere to be found, who knows if he just barely escaped with his life and is hiding in some remote mountain valley. I'll throw some dirty water on him, so even if he's not dead, he probably won't be able to leave the house." Chu Ming straightened his clothes with a strange smile.

……

poison.

Too poisonous.

Vermouth silently gave Chu Ming a thumbs up.

Just as Chu Ming was joking around with Vermouth, effortlessly deflecting all of her probing and quizzes, a Citroën pulled up beside them, its window slowly rolling down.

After making sure he could see who was in the driver's seat, Gin put his hands in his pockets and said in a low voice, "Kiel, our agreed time is ten o'clock."

Kiel rested his hand on the car window: "Didn't I just say on the phone that I was held up by something? And as you instructed, I specifically circled around the suspected FBI outpost a few times, and sure enough, they were following us, but don't worry, I've already shaken them off."

She glanced at Gin, who was unusually cautious with the car window only slightly ajar, and said with a half-smile, "So, can you put your gun away now? If you kill me here for such a strange reason, then no one will help you get rid of DJ."

After Kiel arrived, Chu Ming looked at his phone. He connected a signal capture device to his phone, and after Kiel arrived, the signal waveform became very active, clearly indicating that the signal had been captured.

Conan's signal receiver can't receive signals if it goes beyond a certain range. If it can still receive signals at this point, it means that he must have arrived nearby.

Wow, that's pretty impressive. I wonder how this kid managed to chase me all the way from the shopping street. I bet he ran all the way on foot.

“Okay, I’ve already set up informants. They’ll keep an eye on any FBI agents who show their faces. Right now, the FBI doesn’t have a leader, so it’s a good time to wipe out the rat holes as well.” Gin slowly put away his gun, sneered, and looked at Kiel. “Your mission this time is crucial. One last confirmation.”

"Time: 1 PM, Location: Edie-P. I'm in charge of getting the DJ to the designated location."

"Yes, Kiel, you'd better bring the person right to the center of my camera lens~" Chianti's arrogant voice came with the roar of a car as it stopped next to Kiel.

"Chianti? Cohen's here too. Two snipers on the job, that's reassuring!"