Conan, I'm an actor

Chapter 340 Finishing Touches

As he spoke, he gestured to Vermouth, who looked at the machine gun in front of her with some difficulty. She didn't have Shinjo's stamina to carry a machine gun and ammunition boxes around.

Fortunately, Stout arrived at this time. He first moved the ammunition boxes and shell casings away, and Rena Mizunashi and she barely managed to carry the lightweight machine gun away from the scene.

Less than three minutes after they left, the spacecraft's crew entered the bridge, looked at the two leaking airbags, and began reporting over walkie-talkies.

Before he could finish his report, Officer Nakamori arrived at the scene with his men. Upon seeing the scene covered in tomato sauce, he immediately vomited.

Kogoro Mouri originally wanted to go up, but when he saw the height, he ultimately backed down.

"Mr. Shinjo, isn't this a bit too much?" Inspector Nakamori asked cautiously. This man in front of him was a killing machine; seven fully armed men were gone just like that, without even a chance to retaliate.

“I didn’t destroy those two airbags,” Shinjo said, pointing to the two damaged airbags. “If I hadn’t taken some action, we wouldn’t be talking on the airship right now, we’d be talking in the sea.”

Nakamori looked at the two broken airbags and sighed helplessly, "Then you have to tell me what kind of weapon it was, this weapon..."

Xincheng simply placed a police identification card in front of him. This card was genuine and was part of the deal between the police and him. As long as they didn't do anything too outrageous, the police would help clean up the mess, especially since these guys posing as red Siamese cats were asking for trouble.

“I understand,” Officer Nakamori said to the officers below. “Bring some white cloth over and cover this area first.”

There were many sheets on the airship, and soon several police officers found sheets to cover the bodies.

The elevators leading from the cabin to the observation deck are all made of glass curtain walls, offering a direct view of this area. Covering yourself with a sheet will at least provide some privacy. However, even so, that white-and-red blob is still quite conspicuous.

“These windows can be turned into one-way windows,” Jirokichi Suzuki said. “It’s just a matter of manipulating the computer panel.”

With Jirokichi Suzuki's operation, the original sightseeing elevator instantly became no different from an ordinary elevator.

"Kid, how long are you going to follow me?" Shinjo looked behind him.

"Uncle Shinjo, I..." Conan scratched the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed, looking for an excuse.

“Go and keep an eye on those kids. Don’t let them get near the area we just left.” Shinjo handed a cell phone to Officer Nakamori. “This was taken from the criminals. They seem to have used this phone to contact the outside world, including their employer. By the way, the password has been cracked. I wrote it down on a piece of paper.”

"This……"

"They didn't take the bacteria; they're all still in the research institute."

"They lied and said they had bacteria when there were none. What are they trying to do?" Nakamori was taken aback.

“I think it’s to create panic,” Conan asked, looking up. “Did those people carry explosives?”

“Yes.” Shinjo answered Conan’s question directly. “They probably want to use bombs to force us to take the airship to a location they designate, creating panic. For example, Osaka.”

Everyone present gasped in shock. These guys had gone too far. If the public knew that the airship had been hijacked and contained deadly bacteria, it was easy to imagine what they would do.

They will flee the city, the farther away from Osaka the better. Public transportation simply cannot handle the pressure of evacuating a city of millions of people in a short period of time.

"What do they want?" Conan asked Shinjo.

“It must be something that’s hard to move, like a Buddha statue or a sculpture,” Xincheng said, stroking his chin. “To steal something like that, you have to wait until everyone’s gone. Wait a minute, I think the mastermind is about to make their move.”

"Make a move?" Inspector Nakamori was taken aback. Just then, his phone beeped with a text message. He took out his phone and saw it was a message from the employer. He nervously picked up the codebook. "Let me see. According to the codebook, it should be..."

“Just tell him everything has been resolved.” Shinjo took the phone and began to respond, “I just had a friend find out the specifics. They will set off cold fireworks when the airship passes over Nara, creating the illusion that the airship is about to crash.”

"Nara?" Nakamori was taken aback. "Why Nara?"

"Of course it's because the surveillance around the Nara temples is incomplete. If they take the monks away from the temples, they can take the Buddha statues away." Conan looked at Shinjo. "Am I right, Uncle Shinjo?"

"really."

"The criminals have already posted information online, saying that they have taken control of the spaceship and planted bombs and bacteria on it." Jirokichi Suzuki took out his phone.

“It seems the criminals can’t wait any longer.” Shinjo glanced at his phone’s location. “They’re about to enter Nara’s airspace. By the way, Inspector Nakamori, you’re in charge of contacting the Metropolitan Police Department and having the Nara police officers prepare. Advisor Suzuki, have your men go up and set off cold fireworks.”

"By the way, who was the person you mentioned earlier who had a red Siamese cat on the airship?" Kogoro Mouri suddenly asked.

“The first woman to enter the smoking room.” Shinjo stretched his neck. “Also, that Fujioka Takamichi should be their employer. Just keep those two under control.”

“Okay!” Officer Nakamori immediately replied.

However, not long after, Karen's voice came through Shinjo's earpiece: the Second Investigation Division had failed, and the two robbers had retreated to the B-side deck and started planting explosives.

"Are the people in the Second Investigation Division really that useless?" Shinjo complained as he hurried toward the flight deck on the B side.

His words were overheard by Officer Nakamori, who was passing by. Officer Nakamori wanted to retort, but considering that the people in the Second Investigation Division were indeed useless compared to public security elites like Shinjo, he kept quiet.

“You don’t even know what kind of cases they usually handle,” Karen said, speaking up for the Second Investigation Division. “Right now, they’re dealing with armed terrorists.”

"Let's leave by helicopter!" Takamichi Fujioka popped out a quarter of his body and shouted outside, "We've already planted explosives on the airship. I'm only giving you half an hour! If you don't agree to leave after half an hour, I'll blow up this airship and we'll all become fish food!"

"What happened? How did the suspect find out?" Inspector Nakamori glared at his subordinate. "How could you mess up such a small thing!"

"These guys opened fire immediately after they realized something was wrong," a subordinate said, sounding somewhat aggrieved. "We weren't carrying any weapons, we were no match for them..."

"Even if you brought them, it would be useless. Your little revolvers are no match for semi-automatic weapons." Shinjo snapped his fingers. "Bring the stuff over here."

Stout understood and quickly brought the two huge backpacks to Newtown's side.

Shinjo took out the launcher and rocket from his bag and began assembling them. At the same time, he said to Nakamori and the people behind him, "This thing is a rocket. No one can stand behind you when it is launched, otherwise they will be killed by the high-temperature gas."

Those standing behind him scattered quickly, as if stung by a poisonous insect.

The two people inside the house were also stunned when they heard that rocket launchers were going to be used outside. Fujioka Takamichi only peeked out for a moment before immediately closing the door and yelling as he lay down.

The next second, a sharp whistling sound rang out, and the rocket exploded after contacting the wooden door, scattering the metal jets inside. Instantly, painful screams echoed through the room.

Nakamori's subordinates were stunned. In the past, it was already quite difficult for them to use a revolver to fire a machine gun. Now they had encountered someone who came up with a rocket-propelled grenade. This was not a matter of martial ethics.

“They are all terrorists, and before becoming terrorists, they were already mercenaries. Mercenaries are not protected by any treaties and can be killed if necessary.” Xincheng reloaded a rocket, ready to launch it.

"Wait!" Nakamori immediately stopped Shinjo's actions.

Are you kidding me? Those guys planted bombs in the room. The metal jet is very unstable. If they accidentally hit a bomb, they'd all be fish food.

“Those guys have weapons.” Shinjo put down his rocket launcher when he heard Nakamori’s remonstrance. “I’ll go in instead.”

As he spoke, he pulled a Vector from his backpack and rushed into the room before the two officers at the door could react. Almost the instant he entered the room, gunshots rang out.

Takamichi Fujioka and the waiter were only incapacitated, but their hands could still move, and they could still aim and pull the trigger.

The magazines of both pistols were emptied almost immediately, and the guy who was hit by the bullets stood still like a wooden stake, with no way to dodge.

Shinjo looked at Takashi Fujioka and said, "You know, it hurts a lot when a bullet hits you."

As he spoke, he opened his hand, revealing four deformed bullets inside. These four bullets were aimed at his head, and he stopped so that he could catch them with his hand.

“You…you…” Takamichi Fujioka looked at the bullet in his palm and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

His men reacted immediately, switching magazines and aiming at Shinjo's head. But before she could fire, Shinjo's Victor had already emptied its magazine in her direction.

"You're not a policeman!" Takamichi Fujioka looked at his unresponsive subordinate with a terrified expression. "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I... what..."

He was met with a burst of bullets aimed at his knees and shoulders, instantly rendering him unable to move.

“It’s taken care of. Take them away.” Shinjo said, pointing to the two men on the ground. “There are a lot of bullets embedded in their knees and shoulders, which should limit their movement. If you’re still worried, you can chop off their hands.”

“No need for that, Mr. Shinjo,” a police officer said somewhat awkwardly.

“These aren’t ordinary criminals; they’re terrorists who were originally mercenaries. We can’t be too careful with them.” Shinjo took out his phone and dialed Kuroda Hyōe’s number, telling him to come and clean up the mess.

A dozen minutes later, in the planning department's office

Kuroda Hyōe found Kazama, and Amuro Tooru was also there, seemingly looking at some documents.

"I have a mission for you two. There's a terrorist attack targeting the Suzuki Foundation's airship. They used biological and chemical attacks as well as bomb attacks," Kuroda Hyōe said directly.

Kazama and Amuro Tooru's expressions changed simultaneously. Although they were in charge of security, their work was more about intelligence and logistics, and this matter was beyond their job scope.

"The matter has been resolved. It was Tetsuo Shinjo who resolved it, the head of the Shinjo Group." Kuroda Hyōe's expression was somewhat grim. "Nine terrorists, six dead, three wounded, and the seriously wounded. Now, I need you to go to Osaka to test the spaceship for any viruses and retrieve the bodies."

"Nine? Didn't the Red Siamese Cat only have seven people?!" Amuro Tooru asked, frowning.

“These people aren’t Red Siamese cats; they’re impersonating them. Their target is the Buddha statues in Nara. The accomplices in Nara who were responsible for moving the statues have been caught, and we got the whole criminal plan out of them.” Kuroda sighed. “When you get there, remember not to clash with that guy. If possible, investigate what kind of weapon he’s using.”

"Does this even need to be investigated?" Kazama was taken aback.

"Yes, the Metropolitan Police Department's Second Investigation Division said that he may have used a large-caliber sniper rifle or machine gun, and also used a rocket launcher in front of them."

"Huh?" Kazama and Amuro Tooru asked in unison, "How dare he!"

"This time, we'll let it slide because he eliminated the terrorists. If you can collect his weapons, that would be great. If not, then register his ammunition and report it to us." Kuroda Hyōe sighed; he didn't have any good ideas about that new town.

The planning department had already assessed him. That guy controlled a drone network and a large number of bombs. He had drone bases all over Tokyo and even Japan. If he wanted to, he could carry out hundreds of bombings in a single day.

Meanwhile, on BELL TREE

Suzuki Jirokichi looked at the holes in the airship wall, then at Shinjo. The old man seemed to have a lot to say and was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The hole was caused by the metal jet from the rocket, and cold air is currently pouring into it.

"The same way those guys got in, that's how my stuff got in." Shinjo seemed to have figured out what Suzuki Jirokichi wanted to ask. "As long as the glass on the upper level of the Sky Observation Deck is opened, you can enter the airship from there."

Chapter 341 Theft

“I see. It seems we should install a canopy that can’t be opened next time,” Suzuki Jirokichi nodded and said.

"Is that the point?" Conan, who was next to him, wanted to complain, but just then the phone rang.

"Is that Hattori on the phone?" Shinjo said with a smile. "Answer it and ask what the situation is like outside."

Conan nodded and pressed the speakerphone button. As soon as he answered, he heard Hattori's somewhat anxious voice—"Kudo, are you on the airship right now? Those people from Red Siamese Cat said they planted bacteria and bombs on the spaceship. Now the whole of Osaka is in a state of panic, and public transportation has been completely paralyzed."

“You mean that? The bacteria are actually fake,” Conan said with a smile. “And the people from Red Siamese Cat have already been dealt with. Their real target was the Buddha statue in Nara Temple. They wanted to use bombs and bacteria to attract people’s attention so they would have time to move the Buddha statue.”

“I see.” Hattori nodded. “These guys are incredibly audacious to devise such a plan.”

"I believe the Metropolitan Police Department will release the information soon, and then the panic in Osaka will stop." Conan stretched.

"You're overthinking it." Shinjo rolled his eyes. "The Metropolitan Police Department didn't tell the public the truth about this from the beginning. Now the Metropolitan Police Department's credibility has dropped to rock bottom, and given that this involves life and death, who would believe this denial information?"

"What should we do then?" Conan's mind was a little blank.

"Change course and land in an uninhabited area," Shinjo said directly. "Also, have the Metropolitan Police Department release this information. As long as the airship doesn't land in Osaka, the panic in Osaka will disappear."

“I’ll contact a professional to handle this right away,” Suzuki Jirokichi said immediately.

The Metropolitan Police Department quickly accepted the suggestion, designating an area for the airship to land and assigning dedicated inspection personnel. Clearly, they didn't completely trust the information on the phone and wanted to verify it.

Shinjo had no objection to this, but Grandpa Suzuki was extremely dissatisfied, feeling that his authority had been challenged. In the end, it was only after Officer Nakamori's persuasion that the old man was convinced.

Osaka

After the Metropolitan Police Department posted the notice, the panic subsided considerably. Although some people were still fleeing out of the city, the number of people fleeing was greatly reduced.