I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 412 Conan's Frustration (1st Update)
The villa's small bar.

Raindrops pattered against the windowpane. Gin sat on the sofa, a long trail of ash clinging to the cigarette between his fingers.

"Failed again?" Gin's voice was as cold as ice, and the ash finally broke under the weight and fell onto the Persian carpet.

Vodka nodded, looking dejected, and said, "Brother, if nothing unexpected happens, they're all probably dead."

He paused for a moment, then couldn't help but yell, "They call themselves a mercenary squad from the battlefield, but they can't even handle a high school student from Osaka? They're complete trash!!"

Vermouth leaned back lazily on the leather sofa, her long legs crossed, gently swirling the wine in her glass. She took a sip and chuckled, "That Hattori Heiji is the only son of the Osaka Prefectural Police Commissioner, he must have handled a lot of guns... You really think of him as just an ordinary high school student?"

Vodka turned to Vermouth, his tone laced with suspicion, and said, "Vermouth! Were you behind this? Otherwise, where did they get a Gatling gun?!"

Vermouth couldn't be bothered to get angry with this brainless idiot. She simply rolled her eyes elegantly and said, "Vodka, use your peanut-sized brain to think... I can't even get that kind of heavy equipment myself, how can I fund them?"

"Uh," Vodka said, his mouth agape like a goldfish starving for air, before finally sitting down awkwardly after a long while. "I guess I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Gin suddenly smirked: "Interesting. Looks like I should take matters into my own hands."

Upon hearing this, Vermouth slammed her wine glass down on the coffee table with a loud "clink," and said disdainfully, "Gin, when did you stoop so low as to bully high school students? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?! You may be shameless, but I still have a sense of shame."

“Yes, brother. This isn’t worth you doing it yourself!” Vodka quickly stood up and advised, “Leave this small matter to me!!!”

Gin's gaze shifted between the two men, but he ultimately had to abandon the idea.

If it's about eliminating traitors, it's understandable that he would do it himself.

But that's not the case now...

Nobody likes being talked about behind their back, and Gin is no exception.

He had no choice but to compromise, saying, "One last time, bring heavy firepower... and take care of him!"

“I understand, bro! I’m planning to bring RPGs this time.” Vodka said, holding up three fingers, “Three of them!! I’ll blast them to smithereens!”

After saying that, he turned and left the bar.

"...Using anti-tank missiles to shoot high school students?" Vermouth said speechlessly, "It's really disgusting! When did the organization degenerate to this level?"

With that, she shook her head and left, then silently began to tip off Shiraishi E and the others, telling them to hide.

the other side.

In the underground armory, under the dim light, Vodka was roughly putting on a heavy bulletproof vest.

The metal plates clanged together with a "click-clack" sound. As he fastened his tactical belt, he yelled at his men, "Check your gear properly! If you're missing a single bullet, I'll break your legs!"

“Brother Vodka, isn’t this a bit too much?” A young man in black asked nervously, pointing to three RPG rocket launchers in the corner.

Vodka grinned maliciously as he loaded bullets into the magazine: "Doesn't that Osaka brat like playing with Gatling guns?"

He slammed the magazine into the gun and yelled, "I'll show him what real firepower is!"

Ten minutes later, three modified Hummers roared out of the villa gate.

Vodka sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, rain pounding against the window, his eyes fixed on the mountain road ahead.

"Drive faster!" he yelled impatiently. "We're going to teach that Osaka brat a lesson tonight—"

boom! ! !
Before he could finish speaking, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out, and Vodka felt the world spinning around him.

The intense shockwave hurled the Hummer into the air, and he tumbled like a die inside the vehicle, his head slamming heavily against the roll cage.

"Damn it." When the vehicle finally came to a stop, its wheels upside down, Vodka's mouth was full of the taste of blood. He struggled to unbuckle his seatbelt, climbed out of the shattered window, and rain mixed with blood streamed into his eyes.

"Enemy attack! Take cover—" His shout came to an abrupt halt.

By the light of the burning vehicle, he saw the men in black accompanying him fall to the ground one after another, shot.

boom!
A heavy gun butt suddenly slammed into the back of his head. Vodka staggered two steps, but instead of falling, he whirled around—

"It's you, you brat?!" He glared at Heiji, whose face was covered in mud, and lunged at him in a rage.

The two wrestled like wild beasts.

Heiji was also surprised, not expecting that the other party hadn't fainted.

In a moment of panic, he hastily retaliated, striking Vodka in the temple with an elbow strike, but the other man seized the opportunity to grab him around the waist and slam him hard into the mud pit.

Amidst splashing mud and water, a fist the size of a vodka casserole slammed into the ground, grazing Heiji's cheek and leaving a deep dent.

"Cough cough. Is this bastard a bear?!" Heiji was shocked. He quickly jumped up, but Vodka grabbed his ankle and pulled him down again.

The two sides started fighting again.

Conan, who was not far away, saw what was happening and anxiously shouted, "Hurry up and help!!"

Shiraishi E watched with amusement, saying, "Don't rush, it's rare to see a good show." No sooner had he finished speaking than Conan rushed forward—

"Ouch!" With a scream, Conan was punched by someone, and his glasses flew off as they spun around.

He plopped down on the ground, clutching his face and gasping for breath: "Damn it...who hit me?"

However, no one paid him any attention.

Shiraishi E watched with great interest as the struggle in the mud grew increasingly intense!
Vodka threw Heiji into a mud pit with an over-the-shoulder throw, but Heiji took the opportunity to lock his throat.

The two rolled around in the mud like gourds, fighting fiercely until they were completely unrecognizable.

Heiji's advantage lay in his youth and his preemptive strike, giving him an early lead. However, Vodka, though caught off guard, managed to hold his own against Heiji thanks to his years of experience as an assassin and his superior physical abilities.

As the fight raged, Heiji seized an opportunity, leaned back sharply, and then slammed forward—with a crisp "crack," Vodka's nose broke.

The giant's vision went black, and he crashed to the ground like a felled tree, splashing up a cloud of mud.

"Haha." Heiji slumped in the mud, his right eye swollen shut, cursing, "This bastard... how can he take a beating like that?"

Shiraishi E walked over with a smile and poked the unconscious Vodka with her toe: "Not bad, you actually managed to take down Gin's number one henchman... Even though there was an element of surprise attack, it's still quite impressive."

"Is...is that so?" Heiji panted as he grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

Conan retrieved his glasses and surveyed the scene.

The flames burning on the vehicle had extinguished the rain, and the men in black lying on the ground had lost the ability to resist.

Despite this resounding victory and the capture of Vodka, Conan was anything but happy.

He felt that his detective skills had no room to be utilized.

Whether I'm there or not makes absolutely no difference!
depressed!

(End of this chapter)