Conan, I'm an actor

Those guys behind me must be people sent by the organization to kill me. I'm sure I won't have a good ending if I fall into their hands.

Judging from what that biker gang member said, the area ahead seems to be a competition venue, and there's a risk of traffic jams at any time. Following this guy and having him clear the way seems like a good option.

As Masaaki Okakura's car began to follow, the route planned by Karen appeared on the screen, consisting of one winding mountain road after another.

“Miss Karen, please wait a moment. Brakes can easily fail on mountain roads like this,” Yusuke Sakata said anxiously. “A slight mishap could…”

"Don't worry, my driving skills will be fine," Karen said with great confidence.

“I’m not talking about ‘us,’ I’m talking about Okakura Masaaki. He’s the man Mr. Shinjo wants,” Sakata said anxiously. “If it’s because of…”

“Coward, even if he dies, I can just find a replacement for Shinsei, right?” Karen snorted. “If anything goes wrong, it’s on me.”

Chapter 183 Setting up roadblocks on the mountain road

Meanwhile, a dozen kilometers ahead on the mountain road

A dozen or so modified race cars are competing on the mountain roads of Gunma. These are biker gangs from the vicinity of Gunma, and they are holding a race.

However, at that moment, sirens suddenly sounded behind them; it was the sound of police cars.

"What the hell is going on? Why are those guys still working at night?!"

"They might be coming for us, and they seem to be driving performance cars too."

"What do we do now?!"

"Of course we'll shake them off! These cops don't think they can catch us just because they've switched to some better cars!"

"Hahaha, that's true..."

The laughter on the walkie-talkie hadn't lasted more than a few minutes when it was interrupted by bad news: there were police cars blocking the way ahead, flanking them from both sides, and there were no side roads in between. They were doomed this time.

These vehicles all slowed down, knowing that being caught would only result in a speeding fine and a warning, which was much more acceptable than the consequences of failing to break through a checkpoint and being caught.

At the end of the mountain road, several police cars were parked across the middle of the road, and in front of them were several biker gang vehicles, which had obviously been stopped.

"Mr. Furuya, the checkpoint setup is complete," one of the officers said into the phone. "Is there anything else to do?"

They weren't with the Gunma Prefectural Police, who didn't have high-performance cars and wouldn't dare race these biker gangs. They were only here today because of someone's orders.

"You might see a rather strange vehicle and a black Honda sedan later. This is the license plate number; please take note of it," Amuro Tooru said. "The person in the car is the congressman's secretary, Masaaki Okakura. These two vehicles need to be allowed to pass. There are two Toyotas behind them; remember to stop them, just for a simple registration. Just help delay them for 10 minutes; don't cause any conflict."

"If a conflict occurs..."

"If a conflict occurs, kill the people in the vehicle immediately. Your own safety is the top priority." Amuro Tooru hung up the phone after saying this and drove his RX-7 toward the target location.

Those chasing Okakura Masaaki were undoubtedly members of the organization. Capturing these guys would be ideal, but if that wasn't possible, the safety of his own men had to be ensured first. Of course, this judgment was based on the premise that he believed those who assassinated Okakura Masaaki were minor figures.

Just then, the phone rang, and it turned out to be Xincheng calling.

"Did you set up the checkpoints on the mountain road?" Xincheng asked bluntly.

“Yes, I’ve already told them.” Amuro Tooru checked the rearview mirror. “Okakura Masaaki and Sakata Yusuke’s cars will be allowed to pass, and the other two Toyotas will help block them for a while.”

"A good arrangement, but those men under your command..."

What happened to my men?

"Have they seen vodka and tequila?" Xincheng coughed. "I'm afraid they might do something rash if they see these two, like arresting them on the spot."

"What did you say?" Amuro Tooru's face turned green. "Why are these two chasing after Okakura Masaaki?"

He had investigated Masaaki Okakura's background. It was true that this guy was a relatively important undercover agent in the organization, but ultimately he was just a minor figure. How could such a minor figure attract the attention of two high-ranking officials? Tequila was Vermouth's assistant, and Vodka was Gin's henchman.

Didn't I tell you?

"say what?"

“That Masaaki Okakura has a list, a list of the organization’s undercover agents.”

Amuro Tooru hung up the phone immediately, and as he accelerated, he began to notify his subordinates, instructing them to ensure Okakura Masaaki's safety and not to let the man out of their surveillance range.

He might turn a blind eye to other things, but he absolutely could not give up on the matter of the organization list.

If he could get his hands on this list, he could expose all the moles lurking in the police and political circles. Even if he couldn't deal with them, he could at least take precautions in advance.

Of course, there was one thing he didn't say, and that was that he wanted to find the guy who caused Fu Jingguang's identity to be exposed, and that guy might be on the list.

In the research institute

"He's really in a hurry. Does he think that someone on the list exposed Morofushi Kagemitsu?" Shinjo shook his head. "That shouldn't be the case. If it were really an internal leak, there's no reason why only one person would be exposed. He should be able to realize that."

Just then, a loud noise came from outside the research institute. The noise grew louder and louder, and finally a sound came from the roof.

"Mr. Shinjo, the helicopter has arrived. When shall we depart?" came the voice from inside the helicopter.

"Now." Shinjo stretched his neck, slung his gear over his shoulder, and headed towards the rooftop.

“There are people monitoring the research institute. Are you sure it’s okay for you to use a helicopter so blatantly?” Yue Shui appeared at the door. “If those guys get attacked, it’ll definitely…”

Before she could finish speaking, Shinjo grabbed her shoulder and slammed her to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. However, Yue Shui seemed to have anticipated this, quickly dissipating the force and getting back up, now holding a short gun.

"Who are you?" Shinjo asked, staring at the person in front of him.

"Where did I slip up?" The "Yue Shui" in front of me tore off the mask, revealing a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

“Curaçao.” Shinjo frowned.

It seems that Karen's surveillance plan still has loopholes. To outsiders, the defenses of this research institute are impenetrable, but to "acquaintances," the institute is leaky on all sides.

This woman must have obtained Yue Shui's facial data and fingerprints through some means before entering the research institute. There is only one way to obtain Yue Shui's facial data and fingerprints: kidnapping Yue Shui.

"Where is she now?" Xincheng asked with a dark expression.

“She’s safe now. She didn’t see my face when I kidnapped her.” Curaçao stretched her neck. “I’ll release her after you die. After all, this little detective isn’t my target.”

Shin-chan raised an eyebrow. "You dare to kill me? Or is it Rum, the man behind you, who dares to kill me?"

The last operation by the US had already given Rum a lot of trouble, and Xincheng didn't believe Rum would dare to attack him again under these circumstances. Unless Rum had some very damaging evidence against him, such as him being Jiang Xiaobai.

“I found this in the research institute.” Curaçao pulled out a white clown mask.

Shinjo's expression darkened. It was the mask he had given to Sakata Yusuke, intending for Sakata Yusuke to appear in his place so that the two of them could appear together and dispel any suspicion.

Surprisingly, this guy didn't carry it with him, but it's not a big deal. A mask doesn't prove anything. At most, Curaçao just suspects him.

Thinking about this, he became even calmer.

"Oh, it's just a craft item, what's wrong with it?" Shinjo said into his earpiece. "Uncle Ochiai, you can go now, I won't be going for the time being. Oh, and let Narumi know that the box I gave him is usable now. Also, have Karen look for Koshimizu's whereabouts."

There was no echo in the headset, and the sound of the helicopter did not come again. Clearly, Ochiai was now in danger.

Chapter 184 The grenade left by Binga

"Are you looking for this old guy?" Binga dragged Director Ochiai out of the shadows behind him like a dead dog.

Shinjo's expression turned grim when he saw Ochiai's face covered in blood. He couldn't see Ochiai's exact condition from his angle, but judging from Ochiai's rising and falling chest, he should still be breathing. If he was taken to the hospital in time, he should be able to be saved. He had to deal with Curaçao and Binga as soon as possible.

But now he has a question: Curaçao got in by obtaining Yue Shui's fingerprints and facial data, so how did that bastard Binga get in?

“You must be wondering how I got in,” Binga said, stretching his neck. “That hacker was really good, but even the best hacker needs the right tools. Those cameras were all generic, with practically no anti-jamming capabilities.”

Xincheng's face darkened further. If the cameras weren't working, Karen would be no different from someone who was blind, and the security system would naturally not activate.

“This mask is no mere craft. If I remember correctly, the person who attacked me on the rooftop was wearing this mask.” Binga pulled a black pistol from his pocket. “I didn’t suspect you before, but Cognac, you were too hasty. You were the one who leaked the information to Gin, weren’t you?”

"So what if it is?" As Xincheng spoke, he rushed towards Binga. Both of these guys were experts, and he definitely couldn't beat them if they attacked together, so he decided to cripple one of them first.

"Curaçao, don't do it, let me handle this guy." Upon hearing Shinjo's admission, Binga's temper flared instantly, and he repeatedly pulled the trigger towards Shinjo's location.

He had spent two days in the hospital because of that gunshot wound and had been ridiculed. He had to take care of this guy himself to vent his anger, and he wouldn't allow anyone else to interfere.

But to his astonishment, Shinjo dodged the bullets with an extremely bizarre movement, then appeared before him like a ghost. He felt something pressing against his chest; looking down, he saw a shotgun with its barrel sawed off.

"The game is over!"

Shinjo pulled the trigger directly. The immense force from his right hand made his expression change. If his entire arm hadn't been mechanically modified, it would probably be ruined.

However, someone was in a worse situation than him. Binga's chest was caved in badly. But what Xincheng found strange was that even though a shot was fired close to his body, the kid wasn't killed instantly. He must have had bulletproof inserts installed inside his body armor.

Binga tried to get up in a disheveled state, but failed several times. He opened his mouth and spat out a lot of blood, mixed with black solids.

"In the end, you're just a small-time hoodlum. You're far from being able to compare to Gin." As Shinjo walked past the old man Ochiai on the ground, he scanned Ochiai's condition with his prosthetic eye. He was alright, but he looked badly injured.

Just as Xincheng was about to finish off Binga with a single shot, a gust of wind came from behind him, and Curaçao ultimately chose to save his companion.

As Shinjo hurled his empty shotgun behind him, he pulled out a grenade, pulled the safety off, and threw it directly at Binga, who was not far away.

As the grenade hit the ground, Binga felt his life was about to end. But at that moment, Curaçao kicked the grenade to the end of the corridor, where it exploded, sending shrapnel flying everywhere.

“He’s beyond saving. The impact of the bullet has caused him to bleed profusely.” Shin-chan said, looking at Curaçao in front of him. “Even if there’s a hospital right here, if the blood bank is out of blood, he still won’t survive. I’m giving him a quick death, so why are you stopping me?”

“Let us leave, or I’ll kill this guy.” Curaçao pointed her pistol at the curator Ochiai, a look of fear on her face.

She understood Binga's capabilities, and it was precisely because she understood them that she agreed to Binga's plan and risked attacking Cognac. She had a good grasp of Cognac's strength; the two of them working together could definitely take it down. She could ask him questions later.

But she didn't expect that Binga would be taken down in just one encounter, and judging from his mouth being full of blood, he probably wouldn't live much longer.

"Aren't you being too naive? After I admit to what happened, do you think you'll still have a chance to leave here?" Shin-chan asked with a smile.

“I can pretend I didn’t hear that…” Before Curaçao could finish speaking, he saw Cognac rushing towards him.

She frowned and fired at Ochiai. The fact that Cognac was able to rush over meant that he didn't care whether Ochiai lived or died; she fired simply to distract Cognac.

However, to her surprise, the new city's route changed, and it appeared in the path of the bullet.

With a metallic clang, Shinjo actually withstood the bullet, and his body only swayed slightly, without affecting his movements.

Curaçao glanced at Binga on the ground, seemingly making a decision, and threw out a smoke grenade, instantly filling the entire corridor with chemical smoke.

After doing all this, she ignored Binga on the ground and ran towards the window at the end of the corridor.

The window over there was shattered by the grenade earlier. That should be a way to get outside the research institute. Once outside, I can escape.

However, just as Curaçao was about to reach the window, a metal plate fell down, sealing the window shut.

Curaçao tried hitting the steel plate, and the plate only deformed slightly.

Just then, Xincheng emerged from the chemical fumes, dragging a corpse in his arms—Binga. Binga's neck had been broken, and his face was filled with resentment.

"You guys are really ruthless, even preparing something like a 'glorious grenade'." Shinjo took a grenade with the safety pulled out from Binga's hand. "A defensive grenade. This kid doesn't seem to be planning to leave you any way out."

If it weren't for the prosthetic eye's X-ray vision, Binga might have done it, and all four of them, except for him who had his body modified, would be dead.