Conan, I'm an actor

“But brother…” Vodka’s facial muscles twitched.

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes." Vodka immediately left with his men.

However, they didn't go far, stopping about 500 meters away. They had already drawn their weapons, ready to strike immediately if Shinjo and Amuro Tooru, those two traitors, tried to harm Gin.

"Tell me, what did you call us here for?" Shinjo asked, putting his arm around Amuro Tooru.

“Interpol has built a facility in Japan called Ocean Buoy. After that, surveillance data from Japan, Europe, and the United States will all be connected to it,” Gin said, holding a map between his fingers. “I need you to infiltrate Ocean Buoy and tamper with the system, such as leaving a backdoor for us to use.”

Chapter 265 Two Transactions

Gin originally intended for them to obtain some intelligence, such as the location of ocean buoys. However, this guy was so arrogant; he really thought he was easy to bully if he wasn't taught a lesson.

If this guy refuses him, he will immediately draw his gun and take care of this arrogant fool.

"Two million." A smile curved Xincheng's lips. "US dollars. And it has to be clean, usable cash, no black gold."

Gin's breathing became heavy. He had considered agreeing or refusing, but he never expected this guy to ask for money, and so arrogantly at that.

“Boburn and I are both in the organization, so it’s fine for us to work for free, since the organization pays us a salary anyway,” Shinichi said with a smile. “But my friend isn’t like that; he has a family to support. Two million US dollars is a fair price.”

Gin's lips twitched. What he said made a lot of sense, and he couldn't seem to find a reason to refute it.

“You should know the organization’s situation. The organization can’t come up with two million US dollars,” Gin said with a grim face. “As a member of the organization, helping to raise funds is also one of our tasks.”

“One thing at a time,” Xincheng said, stroking his chin. “It’s okay if you can’t come up with the money. You can write me an IOU.”

Gin's face darkened completely. Was this guy really going to make trouble for him today?

“You don’t have to pay back the money? Fine, I’ll just cover it for you.” Shinjo said with a grin, “But the accounts need to be settled. You, Gin, owe me two million US dollars.”

Gin took a deep breath, then clapped his hands, signaling Vodka to come over.

"Transfer $200 million to him!" Gin said with a dark face.

Vodka was taken aback. What did this mean? Weren't they about to draw their guns on each other? Why were they suddenly asking for money, and $200 million at that? That's no small sum.

Shinjo's face also turned cold. It seemed that Gin was preparing to take action against them and was unwilling to owe them any favors.

Gin left the rest to Vodka and then left without causing any trouble. Vodka didn't dare to make a move while Gin was around, let alone after Gin left, though he didn't give the two of them a friendly look either.

After leaving the port area, Amuro Tooru followed Shinjo directly to a coffee shop owned by Shinjo. Now that he was on the same side as Shinjo, he no longer had any scruples about his actions.

"This cafe isn't very good," Amuro Tooru said, looking at the menu. "It's mostly the same menu items you'd find in a regular cafe, and they're not cheap. How can you even make a profit?"

“I wasn’t planning on making money anyway. This coffee shop is located on a street corner, which is a hidden firing point. Just two heavy machine guns can block the entire intersection,” Shinjo said slowly. “If it’s an ambush, a volley of fire can kill a bunch of enemies following behind. If I want to escape, I might have to come here to take a detour.”

Amuro Tooru's eyelids twitched, then he changed the subject, "How do you plan to do this mission? And what about that two million US dollars, you..."

"Forget about the two million US dollars. This is a kickback for my friend," Xincheng said with a smile. "We'll need his help to find the ocean buoy, and we'll also need his help with the backdoor thing."

Amuro Tooru nodded. "I won't get involved in this matter. What I want to say is, if possible, erase the ocean buoys from the map."

"Erase it?" Xincheng was taken aback, his expression somewhat amused. "Do you know how big an ocean buoy is? How much explosives would it take to blow this thing up? This thing floats on the ocean like a small island. If you blow it up, where will the people inside go?"

"Couldn't you have chosen a time when no one's around to bomb it?" Amuro Tooru asked irritably.

“There are dormitories inside, and both the living and working areas are underwater. Once a breach is made in the wall, seawater will enter the building under pressure,” Shinjo said, shaking his head. “If things go wrong, everyone in the lower level will die inside. And even if someone is lucky enough to survive and floats on the surface, the whirlpools created when the entire facility sinks will pull them to the bottom of the sea.”

"We can arrange rescue ships..."

"Why were the rescue ships able to arrive at the scene in such a short time?" Shinjo asked a very pointed question. "Was it because the Japanese Public Security Bureau received advance notice? Or was this operation planned by the Japanese Public Security Bureau?"

Amuro Tooru fell silent. He wanted to destroy the facility, but he didn't want to cause too many casualties. There's no such thing as a free lunch.

"Forget it, destroying this facility isn't my main task." After thinking for a moment, Amuro Tooru decided to abandon the mission.

“Actually, destroying this facility isn’t difficult.” Shinjo shook the file folder in his hand. “Isn’t there a natural scapegoat here? Since Gin and his group have their eyes on this facility, let them destroy it.”

"Didn't you already have a falling out with Gin? Do you think you can order him around?"

“I can’t, but the BOSS can.” Xincheng’s lips curled into a smile. “To tell you the truth, the organization has a conventionally powered submarine right under the Sea of ​​Japan. Whether we can dig it up depends on whether what’s inside this ocean buoy can tempt that old man.”

"How did you know?" Amuro Tooru's expression was rather unpleasant.

A conventionally powered submarine is a far more serious threat than a helicopter. Previously, his target might have been an ocean buoy, but now he's thinking about how to sink the organization's submarine.

"Don't underestimate my intelligence capabilities." Shinjo placed a latte in front of Amuro Tooru. "It's instant, and that's about all I'm capable of. Don't mind it."

"Can I have the information?"

“Give it to me? No way.” Shinjo shook his head. “Exchanging it is possible.”

Amuro Tooru's expression turned extremely serious. "What do you want?"

He couldn't figure out what Xincheng wanted, but he knew it must be extremely important, since this guy rarely did anything that didn't make a profit.

"Has the higher-ups started investigating Conan Edogawa? Or rather, have they started investigating APTX-4869?"

“At present, it’s just suspicion; there’s a lack of direct evidence that he is Shinichi Kudo. I do have some circumstantial evidence, but I haven’t provided it,” Amuro Tooru said. “This part of the work wasn’t my responsibility, and I’m not aware of the progress.”

"Can you really sabotage this?" Shinjo tapped his fingers on the table.

"Why!" Amuro Tooru stood up abruptly, then realized his lapse in composure. "This is an order from higher-ups. They value this matter far more than we do. If we act rashly..."

"What do you think of this country? For example..." Xincheng's lips curled into a smile, "...the hereditary system."

Chapter 266 Transactions and Processing Methods

Amuro Tooru's expression was somewhat grim. He had managed to glean some scraps of information about the secret of APTX-4869, and with Conan Edogawa's corroboration, he could roughly guess the drug's effects. However, the mortality rate of drug A was too high, and very few who participated in the trials survived, so he didn't take the matter to heart.

Now that Xincheng had brought it up again, he thought about it carefully and felt a chill run down his spine. After a long pause, he finally asked, "Do you mean there's a version of APTX-4869 with a higher success rate?"

"Don't you think the news that Shinichi Kudo is still alive spread too fast?" Shinjo stretched his neck. "If I were Gin, I would suppress the spread of this rumor and investigate whether Shinichi Kudo is still alive. But Gin didn't do that. Instead, he let the rumor spread, which directly resulted in the disabling of APTX-4869."

"what do you mean……"

“I didn’t say anything, but what would you do if the worst happened?” Shin-chan said, rubbing the rim of his coffee cup. “Even hereditary systems have so many drawbacks, let alone immortality. What would happen if someone who was originally 80 years old suddenly had several decades of extra lifespan, especially those members of parliament and politicians?”

"But……"

“Other countries are fine, but here…” Xincheng sighed, “Subordinates rebelling against superiors is a tradition. If the older generation is greedy for power and the younger generation can’t get what they want, guess what will happen? This kind of thing has happened before in history.”

“All of this is just your conjecture, your assumption. Maybe this situation won’t happen…” Amuro Tooru was also a little troubled. “Give me some time to think it over.”

The choice between his ideals and his identity caused him pain.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

"Shinjo-senpai, this shouldn't be your original intention, but rather the reason you used to convince me," Amuro Tooru said, staring at Shinjo. "Just what stage has the development of Drug A reached?"

“Indeed.” Shinjo shrugged. “If they investigate Conan Edogawa, they’ll most likely end up investigating me, which will cause me a lot of trouble. As for the development progress of Drug A, I don’t know about it within the organization, but I do have a version that can make people 100% young again.”

"Is that all the intelligence we have?"

Do you want the truth or a lie?

"It seems there's no need to ask."

After seeing Amuro Tooru off, Shinjo stroked his chin, realizing that he had underestimated the situation and that winning this guy over would not be easy.

Just then, a phone call came in. The caller ID showed it was Ai Haibara. Judging by the time, she should have already gotten out of school. I wonder how the counterfeit money case is going.

"Hey? You're home? What did you think of that kid?"

"She's a bit smarter than I expected," Haibara said, looking at the data on the computer. "Do you still have that kind of medicine? I want to find someone to test its effects."

"Who?"

“Pisco”.

"impossible!"

"It has to be him."

Shinjo felt a toothache and remained silent for a while before asking, "Why?"

Pisco had a medical check-up before moving to the nursing home, and if he remembered correctly, the old man was in good health and could live for at least thirty years. He took the old man in because of his wealth and social reputation, and he couldn't let Haibara squander it.

“His age is just right. Let me see where the limits of Drug A are. Is it to go back 10 years, or 10 or 20 years?” Haibara said directly. “Your social status and wealth are no less than his, right? Right now, he’s just a superfluous existence.”

"You can't say it like that. In short, it won't work." Shinjo was a little annoyed.

"If it doesn't work out, then forget it." Haibara didn't insist any further and hung up the phone.

Xincheng was a little angry as he looked at the phone, which was ringing with a dead tone. He still wanted to ask about the details of the counterfeit money case.

Back at the research institute, Shinjo learned the details of the case from Masaaki Okakura. When he learned that Conan had not chosen to go it alone, but instead used Shinichi Kudo's name to get professionals to solve the case, a subtle change in his expression finally appeared.

"By the way, you took him home afterwards, right? Where did you take him?" Shinjo asked, stroking his chin.

"The Agasa family," Okakura Masaaki asked, somewhat puzzled, "Is there a problem?"

"The Agasa family? They've improved a bit, but not much." Shinjo stroked his chin. "Looks like I need to find an opportunity to talk to them. It's not good to keep hiding like this."

"This……"

"That's none of your business. Go back to sleep."

Agasa's family

"Shinichi, aren't you going to sleep yet?" Professor Agasa asked, holding a cup of coffee.

Since returning home today, Conan has been sitting on the sofa lost in thought, not eating dinner. It's already bedtime, but he hasn't made a sound.

"Doctor, what do you think? Should I go back to the Mouri Detective Agency?" Conan said helplessly. "Uncle Mouri probably already knows that whether he sticks his neck out or not, he'll get stabbed anyway."

"You really dare to go back?" Professor Agasa asked with a smile. "Didn't you say before that Kogoro would kick you out?"

"I'm not too sure." Conan's expression instantly fell.

“Your parents should be arriving soon. How about I go to the Mori family's place first and see what they think?” Professor Agasa said somewhat helplessly. “It’s better than you walking right into their trap.”

"Never mind, I'll just go by myself after school tomorrow," Conan sighed helplessly.

"What exactly happened?" Professor Agasa asked, somewhat puzzled. "Why did you suddenly make up your mind?"

He had advised Conan to go to his house to avoid trouble before, but Conan refused to go back then. Why has he suddenly changed his mind now?

"A girl named Ai Haibara joined our class today. She and I are both people who took that drug," Conan said menacingly. "She said she's going to send me to the Mouri family's house!"

"You don't want to be threatened by others, do you?" Dr. Agasa's face showed a hint of disappointment.