Conan, I'm an actor

Chapter 330 The Port Deal

As the two were talking, a catamaran sailed in from a distance. When the catamaran got closer, Gin and Vodka couldn't help but shudder.

There is a close-in weapon system at the bow, which looks like the Type 630 series, while at the stern there appears to be a weapon unit capable of launching missiles.

Gin stared at the ship for a long time, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. Just as he was thinking, the ship had already approached their submarine, and kayaks were launched from the submarine.

Shinjo took Ryss directly onto the submarine, and Ryss appeared extremely nervous upon seeing Gin.

Upon learning that she was meeting Gin tonight, her first reaction was to ask for leave, but those two ungrateful guys, Stout and Aquawit, asked for leave before her.

Curaçao offered to go in her place, but considering that Curaçao had just recovered from her injury and was still in the recovery period, she felt embarrassed to let Curaçao go, so in the end she had to go herself.

"You've got some nerve, bringing a traitor to see me. Aren't you afraid I'll kill her?" Gin's eyes turned extremely sharp.

“You can give it a try.” Xincheng pointed to the missile boat behind him and said, “It’s equipped with AK-630s, which were bought from somewhere else. The seller said they were taken from a warship and are in fairly good condition. They can fire 5000 rounds per minute, but we haven’t been willing to test their full rate of fire before. Why don’t you try it for me?”

Gin's face twitched. 5000 30mm shells per minute? Are you kidding me? Forget a minute, they'd be wiped out in a second.

"Oh, right, there are also the two launch units at the back, which are said to be able to launch anti-ship missiles. They can hold eight missiles, but missiles are so hard to get. So far, we've only managed to buy five, and they're not even properly maintained. We don't know if they'll even work. If you can't help us, please give them a try. I think this submarine is perfect for being used as a target ship."

“Cognac, don’t push your luck, or else…” Vodka took a step forward, his hand already in his pocket, ready to draw his gun, but Gin stopped him.

"Vodka, is that it?" Gin patted Vodka's cheek. "You probably don't know this, but your boss has already sold you out to me. From now on, I'm your boss. How dare you talk to your boss like that? Aren't you afraid I'll make things difficult for you?"

Vodka's face turned pale and then red. It would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid, but he just couldn't stand how arrogant Cognac was in front of Gin.

"Alright, stop teasing Vodka. Where's what I asked for?" Gin asked. "You brought such a big ship here, you didn't come empty-handed, did you?"

“These weapons and ammunition are already taking up a lot of space when fully loaded. You need to bring a dozen more people.” Xincheng stroked his chin. “I’ll take you ashore. I’ve prepared a speedboat for you over there, and the cargo is also on the shore.”

"Okay." Gin took out a walkie-talkie, said a few words, and then twelve burly men climbed out of the submarine.

Xincheng led them directly onto the missile boat without any attempt at secrecy. This missile boat was modified by Karen herself, using mature and readily available technologies. The truly core technology lay in the adaptation of electronic information technology, but this kind of thing couldn't be discerned by sight.

Gin's expression was rather unpleasant, because he realized that Cognac hadn't lied; it really was a missile boat, complete with weapons operating platforms. This guy had come here today to flex his muscles.

Vodka was secretly alarmed. Luckily, he hadn't drawn his gun, or he and Gin would have been riddled with bullets. He was also curious about where Cognac had gotten this thing. The technology seemed familiar, and the ship's shape looked so similar.

Because the ship uses a catamaran design, it is very fast. It arrived at the port area in just a few minutes, dropped off the passengers, and then sailed away.

Watching the missile boat disappear into the sea, Vodka wanted to send someone to follow it, but Gin stopped him with a look.

Gin naturally understood Vodka's thoughts. The missile boat was definitely going back to port now. This port must be Cognac's headquarters in Japan, and that "non-existent" submarine must be there too.

Once they control the location of the port, they will have more leverage in negotiating with Cognac.

The problem is that they currently lack the resources to compete with Cognac. Even if they knew the location of that port, it wouldn't matter. As their base of operations, Cognac must have deployed numerous defensive systems there. Rushing in would be suicide. As for selling the location to someone capable of sabotaging the port, while that person could indeed destroy the port, they would also be finished.

Their little tricks naturally didn't escape Shinjo's notice. Shinjo didn't care, since the base on Jiuliang Island was almost finished being renovated anyway, so it didn't matter if they were exposed.

As for the missile boat, all he had to do was remove the close-in weapon system at the front and the missile launcher at the rear. He had built several of these catamaran hulls; he could just pick one unarmed to fool the inspectors. He didn't believe those officials would actually dare to challenge him.

At least in the last two years, no official has dared to oppose them. After all, they are notoriously ruthless, and in the past, they have directly confiscated homes, which has terrified these people.

On a hillside not far away, Kazama stared at the sea with high-powered binoculars. When he saw the familiar shape of the submarine's hull, he felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

This is the outer shell of the Azure Dragon-class aircraft. He never expected that someone would be so bold as to sell such technology and equipment.

As for the missile boat that Xincheng brought out, he didn't take it seriously. Mainly because the boat was too small and too far away to see clearly, so he just regarded it as an ordinary yacht.

Amuro Tooru, standing to the side, remained silent. He had known about the submarine for a long time, but he had not reported it to his superiors, partly for self-preservation, as there was a mole within the higher-ups.

Another reason is that any organization that has access to submarines and dares to sell submarine hulls or submarine hull technology must be a high-ranking member of the Self-Defense Forces, not someone a lowly police officer like them can touch. They don't want to end up in jail before they even catch the criminals.

"How do you plan to investigate?" Amuro Tooru decided to teach his arrogant subordinate a lesson.

“Those guys who were captured should know something about the submarine,” Kazama said, frowning. “Maybe we can find a breakthrough by talking to them.”

"When Gin abandoned the Japanese branch, he had already transported some people away by submarine. This was two months ago. If Gin really cared about these people, he should have come back a month ago to pick up the rest, instead of sending them on the Suzuki Express to carry out missions."

Kazama paused, "Mr. Furuya, you mean..."

“Those you caught were just small fry. You interrogated them for so long and didn’t get any useful information. Don’t you realize there’s a problem?” Amuro Tooru shook his head. “They don’t even know the organization has such a submarine.”

"Then let's start the investigation from the source factory, especially the sound-absorbing tiles..."

"These kinds of things are classified. If you take the initiative to investigate this issue, the person behind the scenes will definitely know about the submarine. What do you think they will do?"

Kazama fell silent. If he were the one behind it all, he would be charged with stealing secrets by now, thrown into jail, and die there without even having the chance to go to court.

The previous Himuro was killed in prison by the combined forces of the Mitsui and Yotsubishi conglomerates. If these conglomerates, who have no direct connection to the prison, could do it, then those with closer ties to the prison...

"So we'll just watch and do nothing?"

"All we can do is write down what we see and submit it. It's that simple. Next, we'll have Administrator Kuroda negotiate with the higher-ups. As for how much hush money we can get, that depends on Administrator Kuroda's skills."

"How could this be? Is this something that can be traded? The Azure Dragon-class has only served for a few years, and it's already..."

“You’ll get used to it. Besides, there are spies planted by the organization in the upper echelons.” Amuro Tooru looked at Kazama, who looked frustrated. “Leave this matter to me. I’ll bring it up with Manager Kuroda. Don’t worry about what happens afterward. Avoid getting yourself into trouble.”

Amuro Tooru was also somewhat troubled. Because of his close relationship with Shinjo, he had been marginalized within the planning department. When it came to matters involving classified information, his superiors and colleagues would intentionally or unintentionally avoid him. Bringing up the idea of ​​thoroughly investigating the submarine was simply asking for trouble.

But if he doesn't take action, Kazama will definitely get stuck on this stubborn idea, and who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause.

On the shore of the port, two burly men opened the door of a container, inside which were rows of weapons and ammunition, all of which were brand new.

“Two thousand AR-15s, and 30 rounds of ammunition.” Shinjo handed a list to Gin. “There are also four man-portable air defense missile launchers and four RPG-7s, but these things are not in good condition; they were all salvaged from the junk market.”

Gin's eye twitched. He wanted to find these items in some junk market too.

The burly men brought by Gin began unloading and loading cargo. New Town had prepared four speedboats, and the loading speed was very fast. It would take a maximum of four hours to load all the cargo. If the submarine could unload the cargo faster, the time would be even shorter.

"You'd better hurry up." Shinjo glanced at his watch. "There are patrols in the port area, and someone could come at any time."

"Someone could come at any moment?" Gin asked, frowning. "You haven't sealed off this place?"

If this kind of transaction were to be discovered, it would be quite troublesome, possibly even escalating into a bloody incident. Things are different now; Gin doesn't want to get into trouble in this wretched place called Japan.

“The surveillance equipment around the area has been taken over. If anyone gets close, we have 10 minutes to clean up the scene. Of course, that is, if those people are security guards on regular patrol.”

"You mean those hyenas from the police? You've messed with them?"

“I’ve had some dealings with them recently because of some things, and they’re keeping a close eye on me. But don’t worry, even if they break in, we have a few minutes to evacuate. There are bombs inside the container that can be detonated remotely, so evacuation won’t be a problem.”

Upon hearing Xincheng's words, Vodka instinctively moved a little further away from the containers. Who knew if those bombs were safe? What if they detonated?

Xincheng listened to the sounds coming through the headset and occasionally lent a hand.

Karen took over the surveillance in more than just this port area; she monitored the surveillance in the entire neighborhood. It was because of this that he realized they were being watched.

Four cars were already parked at the entrance of the port area, all with license plates belonging to the Public Security Planning Section, but they were not in a hurry to enter the port area, seemingly waiting for something.

"Do you think it's possible that Amuro Tooru interfered and prevented this search?" Karen asked with some doubt. "They've been here for a long time, so they should already have information about this transaction."

"Unlikely, and because of my acquaintance with him, that guy has been marginalized. Apart from his old subordinates, no one listens to him."

“It’s really been a disaster to work with you. When you recruited this kid, I remember your condition was that you wouldn’t hand over the drug’s information. Now that you’ve handed it over, you’ve even caused him to almost lose his job.”

"Can you blame me? Blame those old fogies for being too obsessed with immortality." Xincheng suddenly remembered something. "By the way, check the coastal surveillance footage and send drones to search the coastal area."

"You mean they'll call in coastal defenses? The reason they haven't attacked yet is because they're waiting for reinforcements?"

"Pretty much. When the time comes, you can use a drone to warn those guys at sea." Shinjo stroked his chin. "I just don't know who will be coming."

However, Gin's men discovered the enemy coming from the sea faster than Shinjo and his men; the submarine's radar detected the anomaly on the sea surface immediately.

Gin's choice was also straightforward: all the cargo was sealed up, and the speedboat that had been loaded rushed to the vicinity of the submarine as soon as possible. After unloading, the bombs on the speedboat were detonated.

Watching the orange-red fireworks on the sea, and confirming that all the speedboats had been sunk, Shinjo led Gin directly into the pile of containers and quickly found a special one. Opening the door, they found a full set of home appliances and a bed.

“This is…” Gin looked at the container in front of him, which was similar to a hotel suite, and his lips twitched slightly.

“It’s one of my backup plans. As long as I can get through four hours, these containers will be loaded onto the ship,” Xincheng said with a smile. “That’s our ship. Once we’re in international waters, someone will open the containers. It will take a maximum of 12 hours.”

What happens after we reach international waters?

“It should stop at the port of Singapore. Of course, you can also have your submarine pick you up.” Xincheng stretched. “My people will pick me up and take me away from here as soon as possible. If you dare to come with me, I don’t need those two seats.”

Chapter 331

"I'll still have my people come pick me up," Gin snorted.

Although he was cooperating with this guy now, he knew in his heart that if given the chance, this guy might try to sabotage him at any time, and he might do the same to him.

After closing the container door, Shinjo and Chengshi sat on the bed and sofa, respectively. As the television was turned on, Karen connected via Wi-Fi and projected the surveillance footage onto the screen.

A few minutes later, two ships stopped at the spot where they had just made their transaction. The people on the ships and those on the shore looked at each other, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

A dozen minutes later, a car drove in from outside, and another person from the Public Security Planning Section got out of the car.

"Yasuda Yu, one of the members of the Public Security Planning Section," Karen's voice came through. "I heard this guy doesn't get along with Amuro Tooru. Should we give him a piece of our mind?"

"What's coming?"

"Drone bomb package."

Shinjo stroked his chin, seriously considering the matter. Normally, if he called the Public Security Planning Division, those guys would definitely suspect him. After all, in Tokyo, only they could pull off this kind of thing. But today was different; Gin was here too.

Even if he blows up Yasuda Yu, he can just pin the blame on Gin, and they probably won't be able to say anything.

"Forget it, let's not cause trouble for Amuro Tooru. If we kill this Yasuda Yu now, another troublemaker will emerge, and the suppression against him will be even more severe."

"Alright, but what are your plans for this kid?"

"arrange?"

“Pull him out of the planning department and make him work for you. Or, use your influence to support him and help him climb to a high position, at least to the level of being comparable to Kuroda.”

“I could consider it,” Shinjo said, stroking his chin. “It’s just that I don’t seem to know anyone at the Metropolitan Police Department.”

“There are two councilors we can work on. They have close ties with Superintendent Shiratori and Deputy Superintendent Moroboshi,” Karen said, stroking her chin. “Should we try to pull some strings?”

"You can handle it yourself, but don't make it too obvious." Shinjo stretched, then noticed Narumi beside him. "Why don't you help Narumi make some arrangements and get him a councilor too?"

"No, please don't!" Cheng Shi quickly refused. "I'm already managing a hospital, it's too much trouble. If I add a councilor on top of that, I'll be overwhelmed."

Shinjo smiled, and the matter was temporarily put on hold, but that didn't mean he would abandon the plan. After all, outsiders are never as comfortable as family. If it weren't for Grandpa Ochiai's advanced age, he would have already stepped down and made him a member of parliament.

Just then, a surveillance camera on the television screen began to spin rapidly, then fell to the ground and lost signal.

"What's going on!"

"They probably spotted us. We couldn't see them clearly before, so we got a little closer," Karen said with a hint of helplessness. "I didn't expect these hyenas to have such a sensitive nose; they actually shot down the drone."

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