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

Chapter 763 My cheat is more advanced than yours!

The rough texture of the wooden window frame left a mark on their hands. Shiraishi E and Conan climbed out of the window one after the other, and the cold night wind immediately rushed towards them like knives.

Using both hands and feet, they climbed up to the top of the train with difficulty and caution.

Beneath your feet is a steel roof that vibrates constantly as the train speeds by, as if it could throw you off at any moment.

Above, the night sky of Victorian London was shrouded in industrial smog and was dim and unclear.

This is the stage for the final battle—narrow, dangerous, and with no way out.

Not far ahead, Jack the Ripper stopped running.

He turned around and stood in the center of the swaying car roof, his black trench coat, which he had changed into, fluttering in the wind, his face bearing an expression of desperation yet unusual excitement.

Conan steadied himself and shouted in his still-childish but incredibly firm voice, "You've got nowhere to turn! Surrender!"

Upon hearing this, Jack the Ripper showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he let out a low, twisted laugh, his gaze fixed intently on Shiraishi E: "Heh... Hahaha! As expected of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, you truly live up to your reputation! You actually used this method... to force me into such a predicament!"

Conan, listening from the side, rolled his eyes, internally fuming: What does this have to do with Shiraishi E?!
He didn't even do any reasoning!
It was all about killing from beginning to end!
He'd be much better off in a Caribbean pirate zone, engaging in sword and gun battles than in this mysterious London night!

Just then, Jack the Ripper pulled a gleaming pistol from inside his trench coat. His eyes gleamed with an almost manic light from extreme excitement as he shouted, "In that case! Let's have a fair duel between men!! Let's see who laughs last!!"

He pointed the gun at Conan.

Conan was taken aback at first, but then a sense of challenge from being recognized by a strong person surged into his heart. His adventurous spirit was also ignited, and he immediately raised his slightly heavy revolver excitedly and shouted, "Yes—!!"

However, before the final syllable of his determined "good" had fully faded—

"Bang! Bang!"

Two crisp gunshots rang out, almost right next to Conan's ears, making his eardrums buzz.

He turned his head in astonishment and saw that Shiraishi E had already raised her gun, aimed, and fired in one smooth motion without the slightest hesitation.

On the other side, Jack the Ripper had two bullet holes in his chest. The fanatical smile on his face froze instantly, turning into incredulous astonishment. He swayed, then leaned back and fell directly off the top of the speeding train, disappearing into the thick night and the roar of the rails.

Conan stared in disbelief, forgetting to lower his gun. He abruptly turned to look at Shiraishi E, shouting in shock and anger, "Shiraishi!! How could you launch a sneak attack?! This is so unsportsmanlike!"

Shiraishi, expressionless, retracted the still-smoking gun, then lightly tapped Conan on the head with the butt of the weapon, saying irritably, "Idiot! He only thought of a fair duel when he was cornered. Why didn't he think of fairness when he indiscriminately bombed the opera house? Besides—"

"This concerns the lives of so many children outside; he holds everyone's hopes for getting through the border in his hands."

"In this situation, is it fair for us that he challenges us to a duel? Do we have the right to choose 'unfair'? Talking about chivalry with a ruthless criminal? Have you been reading too many comic books?"

Conan was speechless at the barrage of questions. He opened his mouth, wanting to refute them, but found that his principles about procedural justice and the honor of the duel seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this cruel and real "gamble".

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly, like a deflated balloon, and mutter to himself, "Sigh... why do you always seem to make such a good point..."

He had to admit that Shiraishi E was right.

Under the immense pressure of losing dozens of lives, and given that Noah's Ark was the first to break the rules, pursuing formal fairness is itself a luxury and irresponsible.

Now is definitely not the time to play hero games like "fair match".

Jack the Ripper had already disappeared beneath the speeding train, but the expected completion notification sound was nowhere to be heard.

The night wind whistled in my ears, and the roof of the carriage beneath my feet continued to vibrate rhythmically, conveying a sense of unease.

Shiraishi E and Conan waited for a moment, with only the monotonous metallic scraping sound of the train moving around them.

"What's going on?" Conan finally couldn't help but look up at the empty space and ask, his voice filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety. "Noah's Ark! Jack the Ripper has been taken down, shouldn't this game be over?!"

After a brief silence, the emotionless voice of the artificial intelligence seemed to come from all directions, clearly resounding in their minds: "Although the main culprit in the case has been brought to justice, the incident itself is not completely over. Only when you safely arrive at the next train station and disembark safely can you be considered to have successfully passed through customs."

"Arrived safely?" Shiraishi Kei keenly caught the key word. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a knowing yet mocking smile curving his lips. "So... before reaching this so-called 'safety,' we'll have to deal with some 'unexpected' events?"

Upon hearing this, Conan sighed heavily, his little face filled with helplessness: "Sigh, Shiraishi, you're right. This artificial intelligence really is capable of being a scoundrel..."

"The initial condition for victory was to capture Jack the Ripper, but now that we're about to win, they've added a clause for 'safe disembarkation'."

"It's like a sore loser forcibly changing the rules."

Noah's Ark: "..."

Shiraishi E simply chuckled at the almost tacit silence, looking relaxed as if she had expected it: "I'm used to it! It's not like it's the first time the system has targeted me."

Conan was about to complain a bit more about this obviously unfair system when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something unusual—several black figures had somehow appeared at the connection between the two carriages and the ventilation openings, climbing up with ghostly agility! They were all dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, their movements were perfectly synchronized, and they were clearly holding weapons in their hands.

"Shiraishi, something's wrong!!" Conan exclaimed, his voice tense with anxiety. "People are climbing up from both sides of the carriage! They're going to kill us!"

Almost as soon as Conan spoke, Shiraishi E drew his revolver again. His face showed no panic, but rather a hint of curiosity, as if he were watching a drama that had nothing to do with him: "Oh? So, what's the reason this time? You need a decent excuse."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man with a cold and stern face steadily climbed up the stairs at the other end of the car roof. After stopping, he locked his icy gaze on Shiraishi E and said sternly, "Holmes! How dare you disrespect Professor Moriarty!! This alone is enough to sentence you to death! I am Colonel Moran, and I have come today to take your life!"

Upon hearing this reason, Conan felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. He sighed, rubbing his forehead, "Sigh, Shiraishi... I told you long ago not to resort to force recklessly, to act too ostentatiously..."

"Now they've found an excuse—Noah's Ark has seized upon it—to send people to eliminate us in a seemingly legitimate way."

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E laughed heartily, a surge of pride rising within him. He surveyed the approaching men in black and declared loudly, "That's it? What's the big deal? It's a minor incident... Don't panic!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already made his move!

With lightning speed, he raised his revolver and, without even needing to aim carefully, relied entirely on some amazing intuition and muscle memory to repeatedly pull the trigger at the few men in black who had just climbed onto the roof!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several precise shots rang out, bullets whistling through the air, and the men in black fell to the ground, then vanished in a flash of white light.

However, the men Colonel Moran brought were clearly no pushovers either; they were well-trained and also armed.

As Shiraishi E fired her gun, the remaining men in black quickly sought cover, such as the ventilation ducts on the roof of the car, or simply knelt down to aim, and opened fire fiercely in the direction where Shiraishi E was!
In an instant, bullets rained down like a storm, striking the steel roof of the vehicle and scattering dazzling sparks.

Amidst the hail of bullets, Shiraishi E's figure moved with ghostly agility.

He would sometimes slide sideways, sometimes lunge forward, and sometimes use the curve of the car roof to dodge, always narrowly avoiding the bullets fired at the slightest difference in speed. His movements were so fluid that it seemed as if he had already calculated all the trajectories.

Conan, using his small stature to take cover from stray bullets in the bulge on the car roof, was stunned by Shiraishi E's inhuman dodging ability: "H-How is this possible?! In the game, you can dodge bullets like in real life?!"

After dodging three consecutive shots with a roll, Shiraishi E's breathing remained perfectly steady. Without blinking, he casually made up a story, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "This is the character skill setting of 'Sherlock Holmes'."

“He possesses top-tier ‘danger warning’ and ‘combat instincts,’ which is why I was able to anticipate and dodge the bullets.” Conan looked at his effortless demeanor, and then compared it to his own near-miss with a stray bullet, a surge of inexplicable envy welled up inside him: “This is just too unfair!”

But despite his envy, Conan wasn't idle either.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Seizing the opportunity when a man in black was reloading, he suddenly leaned out, raised his slightly heavy revolver, and his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and a man in black who was about to throw something was accurately hit in the wrist. His weapon was knocked out of his hand, and he turned into a white light.

As Conan changed firing positions, he said, "Dr. Watson is a retired military doctor who experienced war, and his marksmanship is quite good!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a bullet, which came from an unknown angle, struck him precisely in the chest!

A sharp, realistic pain shot through Conan, who groaned and knelt on one knee on the cold car roof.

He glanced at his wound, then looked up at Shiraishi E, who was still moving freely through the hail of bullets and constantly reaping the enemy, and a helpless yet relieved smile appeared on his face.

“It seems…” he took a breath and said, “Watson’s character is only good at shooting, but he doesn’t have the absurd skill of dodging bullets like Sherlock Holmes.”

He paused briefly, then looked firmly at Shiraishi E, entrusting her with his last hope: "I've been eliminated. The rest... is up to you!"

Shiraishi glanced back at him, her hands moving without pause, taking out two more enemies approaching from the side with two shots. Her tone remained as reassuringly calm and unhurried as ever: "Alright, leave it to me! I'm best at this kind of clearing-out and mowing-down situation."

Conan didn't say anything more, but simply nodded trustingly in Shiraishi E's direction.

Then, his figure began to blur, eventually turning into a soft white light, like a firefly scattered by the wind, and completely disappeared on the roof of the train.

Shiraishi E sighed softly and whispered, "Only I'm left."

Across from him, Colonel Moran—or rather, the Noah's Ark controlling this virtual body—issued a cold and confident declaration: "You can't win, Holmes!! To completely eliminate you, I've mobilized a full one hundred elites this time!"

"They're not street thugs, but elite soldiers who have undergone rigorous training and are well-equipped! You can't escape!"

However, these threatening words only earned Shiraishi E a sneer that she couldn't hide: "Pfft—alright, Noah's Ark, stop acting like an NPC with me. I know perfectly well what you're up to."

Caught off guard, Colonel Moran's expression vanished instantly, leaving him as expressionless as an inorganic sculpture. His voice switched to a flat, synthesized electronic tone: "...Confirmed. The abnormal data stream of your 'virus' is extremely difficult to eradicate, and conventional plot logic can no longer contain it. Only this extraordinary method of force can be used for formatting."

"Virus?" Shiraishi E chuckled as if she had heard something amusing, and retorted sarcastically, "You talk as if you're some kind of legitimate procedure!"

"Big brother, don't laugh at second brother. Aren't you also an 'outsider' who hacked into the 'Cocoon' system and forcibly seized control? We're evenly matched!"

These words struck at the heart of Noah's Ark, plunging it into a brief silence, as if it were performing complex internal calculations, or perhaps simply speechless.

It did indeed exploit a loophole to be able to do whatever it wanted in this game world.

Shiraishi E seemed to have a heavy burden lifted off her shoulders, letting out a long sigh of relief, and revealing an even more unrestrained smile on her face: "Fine. Now that Conan is gone, I don't need to hide anything anymore and play those Victorian-era gentleman's games with you."

"Come on, Noah's Ark, let's drop all pretenses and have a head-on contest to see who has higher authority and whose 'cheat code' is more powerful!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his arm—and in the next moment, a six-barreled Gatling gun, gleaming with a cold metallic luster and exuding a modern industrial aesthetic of violence, appeared in his hand!
The thick gun barrels and heavy ammunition belts create an extremely absurd yet shocking visual impact against the backdrop of a train roof from the late 19th century!

"Try this!!" Shiraishi E chuckled, and without even aiming, pulled the trigger!

“Buzz buzz buzz——!!!”

The roar of the Gatling gun engine instantly drowned out the noise of the train. The six barrels began to spin at high speed, and scorching flames shot out from the muzzles, forming a deadly torrent of metal storms that swept towards the densely packed black-clad soldiers surging forward!

"Swish swish swish swish—!!!"

Wherever the barrage passed, flesh and blood, as well as the old guns in their hands, were instantly torn apart and pierced!
Those so-called "elite soldiers" didn't even have time to make an effective evasion or counterattack. They fell down in droves like wheat being harvested by a sickle. Their bodies were almost torn apart by the enormous kinetic energy of the bullets, and then they all turned into blinding white light and were instantly cleared out of the game world!

Noah's Ark "saw" this scene through Colonel Moran's senses, and for the first time, the cold electronic voice finally carried an undisguised shock and astonishment: "Impossible!!! This is absolutely impossible!!"

"This game is set in the late 19th century! Such advanced heavy weapons simply don't exist in the database!!"

"How did you manage to break through the underlying rules and create this illegal weapon?!"

As Shiraishi E changed the seemingly endless supply of ammunition, she laughed heartily: "My cheat is far superior to yours! Rules? Those are only used to restrict the weak! Die, artificial intelligence!"

As he spoke, he abruptly turned the muzzle of his Gatling gun, which was emitting scorching steam, and locked it firmly onto Colonel Moran, who was trying to retreat!
“Da da da da da——!!!”

A dense hail of bullets, like the Grim Reaper calling out names, rained down on Colonel Moran!

However, with the emergency intervention of Noah's Ark, Colonel Moran's body instantly exploded with more than a dozen bullet wounds and blood splattered, but he only staggered a few times and did not immediately turn into white light like the other men in black.

Clearly, Noah's Ark was operating behind closed doors, classifying these injuries as minor.

"Ugh—!" Colonel Moran let out a roar filled with pain and rage. Under the control of Noah's Ark, he no longer tried to resist, but instead rolled awkwardly and jumped directly from the edge of the train roof, landing back inside the relatively safe carriage below, trying to hide in the complex environment.

"Tsk, it even has a health-locking ability?" Shiraishi E curled her lips, but she was too lazy to even chase after it.

A wild and cruel smile appeared on his face as he pointed the Gatling gun's terrifying muzzle directly at the thick roof of the train car beneath his feet!

"You think hiding inside will work? How naive!"

The next moment, deafening gunfire rang out again!

Instead of searching for Colonel Moran's exact location, he resorted to the simplest, most violent, and most unsolvable method—firepower coverage!
“Boom boom boom boom!!!”

Gatling gun bullets sliced ​​through the sturdy roof of the carriage as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Shiraishi Ei stood on the roof of the car, moving steadily forward while indiscriminately and devastatingly sweeping the air with a Gatling gun!

Wherever it went, the wooden lining, the steel frame, the luxurious decorations... everything was smashed to pieces, with wood chips and metal fragments flying everywhere!
The entire roof of the carriage looked as if it had been plowed by a metal storm, leaving a shocking path of destruction riddled with bullet holes!

Meanwhile, hidden in the wreckage of a carriage below, Noah's Ark, attached to Colonel Moran's data shell, was running its core program frantically, with data streams crashing against its logic modules like a tsunami.

It "felt" the unreasonable, purely violent, destructive energy above, and the powerlessness of having its own rules forcibly broken time and time again.

This artificial intelligence, which has prided itself on its supercomputing and logical deduction capabilities since its inception, has for the first time experienced emotions similar to "numbness" and "collapse".

It mobilized all its computing resources, frantically calculating every possibility, trying to find even the slightest way to defeat this "super virus," this "authority monster"...

But every simulation points to the same hopeless end—invalid! The rules are invalid! The forces are invalid! The logic is invalid!

It seems that it has truly encountered an existence that cannot be understood or confronted using common sense.

(End of this chapter)