Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

But then again, it seemed impossible, since Granbury hadn't touched his phone at all except for the earlier call.

But the only reason Conan would appear here at this time is that he has received some news.

Vermouth lowered her eyes, pondered for a second, but still didn't show anything.

After all, she had just angered Gin, and she couldn't afford to add fuel to the fire now.

As soon as Conan got out of the car, he searched around for Tsuchimon Yasuhiro's whereabouts. By the time he saw him, Kir had already led him toward the park bench.

Conan keenly sensed that there were snipers watching them from the high-rise buildings and the water tower not far away, which made him so anxious that he broke out in a sweat.

No, we need to think of a way to make them figure out how to give up this assassination attempt themselves.

As Tsuchimon Kanghui approached the bench, just as he was about to make a desperate move and kick the soccer ball to deliberately disrupt the order, a passerby saw Tsuchimon Kanghui being interviewed.

"Isn't this Mr. Kang Hui from Tumen? I really admire you! May I take a picture with you?"

Tumen Kanghui stopped walking towards the bench, his square face full of kindness: "Of course."

Seeing the head that was about to be taken slip away, Gin clicked his tongue impatiently, and Chianti, who was preparing to ambush, was also a little annoyed: "What are you taking pictures of! Hurry up and sit on the bench!"

More and more people gathered around, surrounding Tumen Kanghui in the very center.

Cohen moved the gun, realizing that from his angle he could easily aim at the person, and said, "I can kill from here."

Gin, watching the noisy crowd on the monitor, decided to be cautious and did not agree to Cohen firing at that moment.

However, Chu Ming looked at the sky and disagreed: "It's about to rain, and we don't want things to go wrong. If we can be sure of hitting the target with one shot, it's not a bad idea to fire now."

As he said this, he took off his headset, so only the few people in the car could hear him.

After all, there can't be two team leaders in one mission. He can discuss things with Gin, but he can't give direct commands through the headset.

Gin didn't mind Chu Ming speaking up again at this point. He casually turned off his headset and explained, "There are too many sheep in the way. If we miss, we basically won't have a second chance for this mission. It's best to hit the target on the first try."

"Furthermore, killing Tsuchimon Kanghui wasn't the main mission; otherwise, we wouldn't have needed to deploy so many people just for sniping." Gin turned his head and gestured with his chin towards the notebook in Chu Ming's hand. "Did any suspicious individuals appear in the surveillance footage?"

Chu Ming suddenly realized: "Our main mission is to lure out the FBI? No wonder you told Kiel to take a roundabout route on his way here!"

Gin did not refute this. He was the one who devised this mission. Kir had enough leverage to make Tsuchimon withdraw from the election, so whether or not Tsuchimon could be killed was not the most important thing.

Because of the large number of people involved, this mission was not a secret within the organization. His aim was to not only lure out the FBI but also expose the hidden moles within the organization.

Vermouth was suddenly startled. Oh no, wouldn't Conan, who suddenly appeared, be very conspicuous?

[Hey hey, two chapters on the first day of November~ Surprise!]

Chapter 612 Give Him a Shot

Vermouth turned her head to watch Chu Ming move all the surveillance cameras. From one of them, Conan could be clearly seen standing to the side, his hand on his belt, looking eager to release the ball from it.

She was a little anxious, afraid that Conan might get excited and kick the soccer ball into the crowd, which would expose him to the surveillance cameras.

At that point, even if she wanted to fix it for him, she probably wouldn't have anything to say.

Fortunately, Conan wasn't reckless enough to do that. He looked at Tsuchimichi Yasuhiro, who was now completely surrounded, and turned to hide behind a tree.

Then he quietly lifted the cover of his anesthesia watch.

He originally intended to use a method that left no trace, so that the organization would not notice.

However, since he was alone, any method he used would cause a disturbance. So he thought about it for a long time and finally decided to use a method that would cause the least harm and would best alert Mr. Tsuchimon's bodyguard.

That is—give him a shot.

Conan quietly hid behind a tree. Once Tsuchimon Yasuhiro was hit by the tranquilizer dart and passed out, his bodyguards would immediately be on alert. However, since the tranquilizer darts dissolve automatically upon entering the human body, the needle hole would not be found, and it would not cause any harm to Mr. Tsuchimon.

This way, they won't find out that he did it, and they can also help Mr. Tumen resolve the crisis.

Tsuchimon Yasuhiro is from the Self-Defense Forces. Given his physical condition, the tranquilizer dart will probably only work for a short while, but that will be enough.

At this moment, Kiel maintained her smile and gentle tone, though she was actually struggling internally. However, she couldn't resist Gin's constant urging: "Mr. Tsuchimon, why don't we finish the interview first?"

Tsuchimon Kanghui reassured the surrounding crowd for a few moments, then walked towards Kir: "Okay, Miss Mizunashi."

Just then, he suddenly raised his hand to touch his neck, looking around in surprise: "How come there are still mosquitoes in this weather?"

Kiel was leading the way when he heard this and turned around, about to say something, when he saw Tumen Kanghui's eyes slightly unfocused, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Her gaze faltered, her first thought being that the organization had already made a move, but the voice of Gin coming through her earpiece told her that the organization hadn't even had a chance to act yet.

Tsuchimon Yasuharu's bodyguards immediately stepped forward to clear away all the onlookers, then stood guard beside him. One of them drew his weapon and kept watch around, while the other carried the fallen Tsuchimon Yasuharu on his back and checked his condition: "Uh—it's nothing, he just suddenly... fell asleep?"

“We can’t be careless. Let’s escort Mr. Tsuchimon back to the car first. Ms. Mizunashi, I’m sorry, today’s interview is suspended. As for when we can resume it, we’ll talk about it when Mr. Tsuchimon wakes up.” Another bodyguard turned to Mizunashi Rena and said, while keeping Kir at a safe distance.

Rena Mizunashi could only force a smile and nod: "Of course, Mr. Tsuchimon's health is the most important thing."

As they were talking, rain began to fall from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the rain intensified. People opened their umbrellas and scattered in all directions. Having just witnessed Tumen Kanghui suddenly collapse, although they did not know what had happened, most people did not want to stay in this dangerous place for long.

It was under these circumstances that Kiel was suddenly pushed aside by the crowd, and even his shoes were accidentally stepped on and lost.

Conan had been keeping an eye on Rena Mizunashi all along, and now that her shoe had suddenly fallen off, wasn't this a golden opportunity presented by heaven?

Taking advantage of his short stature, he nimbly darted through the crowd, reaching out for the shoes on the ground.

Just as he was about to touch it, another hand reached out and grabbed the other side of the shoe.

Both of them were stunned.

Kir looked at the familiar little boy in front of him, somewhat puzzled: "You are—Detective Mouri's child? I remember, your name is—Conan?"

Her gaze shifted slightly. She half-squatted down, reached out and removed her earpiece and brooch. At the same time, she touched Conan's neck and stared intently into his pupils: "Conan, did you follow me here?"

Conan's eyes flickered, and he stammered, "B-Of course not, it was just a coincidence..."

Rena Mizunashi didn't believe it, but she didn't delve into it. She just stared at Conan for a second, then picked up the shoes and put them on: "Anyway, thank you."

Before Conan could say anything, she hurriedly got up to find the director and told him that she was leaving first. Gin had just announced the retreat and said that they would meet at the usual place in an hour. Tsuchimon Yasuhiro suddenly fainted, and the TV station was in a panic, so they did not investigate Mizunashi Rena's whereabouts.

Although Rena Mizunashi removed her headset and brooch, the camera nearby still captured the scene clearly. Except for the lack of audio, everything else was very clear.

Vermouth frowned slightly as she watched Conan being discovered by Rena Mizunashi. Her frown deepened even more when she saw Chu Ming take a screenshot of the scene.

Chu Ming reached out and poked Gin's back, then handed the laptop forward: "I still think there's a big problem with Gil. Not only did we have to urge her several times for the mission just now, but look at her technique, isn't that the CIA's most famous pulse lie detector?"

Gin narrowed his eyes, took the computer Chu Ming handed him, and looked at the screenshot Chu Ming had taken on the screen. His expression deepened: "A rat..."

Seeing that Chu Ming didn't bring up Conan but only suspected Kir, Vermouth was slightly relieved and began to think about the question: "Logically speaking, Kir wouldn't betray the organization. After all, when she was captured by the undercover agent, she didn't reveal any information about the organization even after being injected with truth serum. She even bit the undercover agent's wrist with her teeth when her weapon was confiscated. It was because of this that the BOSS noticed her."

"Maybe it's a charade staged by the undercover agent and her," Chu Ming speculated reasonably. "After all, it's not uncommon for two undercover agents to sacrifice one to benefit the other, since neither can reach the core of the organization."

Vodka chimed in as he drove, "But we use this method more often. Many of those undercover agents consider themselves righteous and generally don't use this method."

"It's precisely because they pride themselves on justice that they wouldn't use such methods willingly. However, it's possible that the undercover agent who died made this sacrifice voluntarily." Chu Ming skillfully entered the dark web. He now had very high privileges, and all the intelligence on the dark web was open to him. He opened the report of that incident and pointed to it, explaining to Gin and the others what he had discovered was wrong.

I originally planned to write two chapters, but I ran out of time. I'll see if I have enough time to update two chapters tomorrow.

Chapter 613 Miss 007

Inside the car, Chu Ming continued to talk eloquently.

“Look, Ethan joined the organization 10 years ago and has been infiltrating very well ever since. Five years ago, when Kiel had just joined, someone who had been in the organization for less than a year, she was able to detect that something was wrong with Ethan and even tried to arrest her, especially since she was just an outer member at the time…”

"Furthermore, four years ago, when you went to arrest Ethan, the report said that the transmitter that Kiel used to monitor new members suddenly appeared in a strange place. By the time you arrived, Kiel had already killed Ethan and also killed a contact there."

"Didn't you ever suspect that Keel was just going to meet Ethan and that contact, but because you followed him, he decided to sacrifice the old one and make sure the new guy's identity was confirmed so that both undercover agents wouldn't be discovered?"

"Most importantly, I just realized that Kir's name is Mizunashi Rena. 'Mizu' sounds like 'Miss,' 'Rena' sounds like 'zero,' and 'Na' sounds like '7.' Put them together and it's Miss.007, Miss 007? What kind of dark humor is this? Isn't this just dancing in your faces?!"

Chu Ming's long string of words hit the group in the face.

Gin and the others had never given Kir's name much thought, since the organization had always relied on codenames, so no one had paid attention to this point until now.

However, these are just Chu Ming's guesses. Gin closed the computer and handed it back to Chu Ming: "This is just your suspicion. After all, it is a true story that Gil withstood the truth serum and killed an undercover agent. We can't just convict a meritorious person because of a few words. Besides, Gil always completes his missions very well."

“Yes, I’ve also heard that Gil was chosen by the Boss and given a codename because she withstood the undercover agent’s beatings and remained silent even when faced with truth serum. She even managed to find an opportunity to bite the undercover agent’s hand, biting him so deeply that the bone was visible. In the end, she snatched the undercover agent’s gun and killed him. The Boss greatly admired her courageous behavior at the time,” Vodka added as he drove.

“But Granburg’s suspicions aren’t entirely unfounded.” Gin’s tone shifted, his voice turning menacing. “If she really is a rat, I wouldn’t mind sending her on her way.”

Chu Ming knew that it would be difficult to persuade them with just a few words. However, even if the FBI didn't come because of the mission and Kir wasn't taken away by the FBI because of her injury, Chu Ming planned to let her stay in the organization for a while longer. At that time, Hondo Eisuke would naturally appear by Conan's side.

"You were with Gil when he was captured, weren't you? Are there any other details?" Chu Ming stared intently at Gin, trying to find any more clues.

“When my brother and I rushed over, Ethan was almost dead. The contact was standing next to him, repeatedly calling out a name. He eventually committed suicide when he realized he couldn’t escape. But I didn’t hear what he was calling out clearly because I was standing too far away.”

Vodka was exceptionally proactive in providing clues. He now wholeheartedly approved of Chu Ming focusing his energy on others. As long as Chu Ming had something to do, he wouldn't have the time to bother him and his older brother.

Gin rested his elbow on the car window, noticing that everyone's questioning gazes were directed at him. He frowned slightly and said with a rare sigh, "I really can't remember what the dead guys look like or what their names are..."

"Then think about it carefully—" Chu Ming felt he was just one step away from success, so he eagerly leaned over, trying to awaken Gin's long-dormant memories. "My intuition tells me that this name is crucial. Think about it quickly."

Gin took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth without lighting it, then leaned back in his chair, propped his head up, and thought for a while before finally speaking: "Hondo. The contact was holding his corpse, whispering in the ear of this man who would never respond again, 'Hondo, Hondo, Hondo...'"

Listening to Gin's words, Chu Ming typed a long string of commands into the computer and quickly created a program. Sawada Hiroki, whom he had smuggled out of the organization, jumped around on the screen, helping him improve the program.

“Based on the photos of Ethan left behind by the organization, I conducted a big data search online. This program runs automatically and identifies similar photos and names based on facial recognition. In this way, we might be able to find relevant intelligence.”

Gin had no concerns about Chu Ming's computer skills, but he did remind him, "Kil is a codename member after all. Although the BOSS probably won't say anything if you kill her, killing a codename member for no reason is not a good thing for you."

Chu Ming understood what Gin meant. After all, he was different from Gin. He was only an heir at the moment. Randomly killing codenamed members would have some impact on his future takeover of the BOSS position. But what did it matter? When he took over, he could just die if he didn't choose a side.

Anyway, he's not a good person, and there aren't any good people in the organization.

He closed his laptop and put it aside, then turned to look out the car window: "Where are we going now?"

To be honest, Chu Ming usually does solo missions or just hands them over to Bourbon. He rarely has the opportunity to do group missions like this, so he wasn't very clear about either the code or the old place Gin mentioned.

“Let’s go to the old warehouse in the suburbs. Since the first plan of action failed, we need to prepare the second plan,” Vermouth explained.