Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

"..." Conan was about to be driven crazy by these two clueless people. "What kind of time is this to be joking around!"

"Don't worry, Conan. This cruise ship is so big, there must be plenty of lifeboats. What's the rush? Are you afraid you'll sink to the bottom of the sea?"

"Yeah, but it's so strange, how could such a big ship suddenly explode?"

Conan calmed down as well: "Shouldn't you ask Mr. Ebina? I remember he seemed very nervous just now."

……

The captain and crew were rushing around trying to save the cruise ship, while a group of passengers were all chatting while clinging to the railings. This was the scene Hattori saw when he arrived by speedboat.

Fortunately, it turned out that there was only a minor problem with the bottom plate, which was quickly and easily repaired. A thorough maintenance will be carried out after the ship docks.

"Hey, I suddenly fell into the water, didn't any of you even know? That's so mean—"

Hattori's face was full of grievance: "I was so pitiful in the water, I had to desperately use my flashlight to send out distress signals, and now I've even caught a cold..."

He pulled out the amulet that He Ye had given him from his collar: "I don't know when this guy put this in my clothes... Luckily—"

Chu Ming, Ran, and Conan all looked at him with knowing eyes, which startled Hattori so much that he quickly put away his amulet: "W-what are you doing?"

Chu Ming said with a serious expression, "Hattori, you'd better cherish this talisman."

Hattori's face inexplicably turned red: "What's so precious about it? It's just a broken amulet. If it weren't for that girl's nagging, I wouldn't have worn it..."

"After all, I feel like your life depends entirely on it, hahaha..."

[There's one more chapter coming tomorrow~?(′???｀?)]

Chapter 186 Bourbon, What a Good Man!

After disembarking, Kogoro Mouri was "kidnapped" by Inspector Yokomizo, who was waiting on the shore, who said that there was a tricky case that needed his help.

Chu Ming made a few inquiries and learned that a famous actor was murdered at home three days ago, and three people confessed to killing him.

Upon hearing that it had been three days ago, Chu Ming figured the magnetic field had probably dissipated, and immediately lost interest. Hattori, on the other hand, was eager to try it out and followed along.

Chu Ming disguised himself and went to the vault of Mihua Bank to withdraw the 400 million yuan that Jingjing and the others had deposited. Then he returned to the organization's stronghold with a large bag of cash.

"Hmm, why is there no one here?" Chu Ming looked around in confusion. "Oh, right, they're still in Maehara City. I should have gone with Conan and the others."

Feeling incredibly bored, Chu Ming tossed the bag containing the money into Gin's office and drove to Maehara City. Gin hadn't been back for so long; there might still be a confrontation with Muddy.

"Big Brother!" Knowing that Amuro Tooru was also there, Chu Ming had already changed his disguise.

Gin was in the conference room discussing tactics with Vermouth while holding a map, Chianti was standing in the corner cleaning her beloved sniper rifle, and Bourbon and Vodka were at the table talking about something.

Amuro Tooru was subtly trying to get information out of Vodka, and just when he was about to get some answers, he saw Vodka's eyes widen and he sat up straight.

"What's wrong? My problem—hiss!" Amuro Tooru felt a hard slap on his back, and he was almost pressed against the table. Yesterday's wound seemed to have reopened.

"Bourbon! Your older brother is here!"

Chu Ming excitedly patted Bourbon on the back, expressing his joy at their long-awaited reunion.

Gin glanced at it from afar, then looked away as if he hadn't seen it.

"Wait—Granbury, you—" Amuro Tooru felt the hand on his shoulder becoming restless again, and quickly called out, "B-Big Brother...you're here too..."

Chu Ming heard what he wanted to hear and moved his hand away with satisfaction: "Bourbon, you're no good. So many people went out on missions yesterday, and you were the only one who got injured. You're so pathetic."

"Does anyone remember that I'm just an intelligence agent?" Amuro Tooru gritted his teeth. "And if you hadn't intentionally or unintentionally directed me to take the bullets for Vermouth yesterday, I wouldn't have been hit by so many bullets."

Although it wasn't fatal, I still feel like Granbury did it on purpose.

Chu Ming feigned surprise: "It's your honor to take a bullet for Vermouth. Don't you know how many people in the organization would love to do it but don't have the chance? I'm creating an opportunity for you!"

Amuro Tooru gritted his teeth: "So, I should thank you?"

"No need to thank me. Just call me 'Big Brother,' and I won't let you down. Don't worry!" Chu Ming patted his chest, exuding righteousness.

Vodka, who was hiding to the side, was still shaken.

Bourbon, what a good man!

As soon as he arrived, Granburg stopped bullying him, which is a cause for celebration.

Seeing Amuro Tooru speechless with anger, Chu Ming shook his head smugly. This was nothing compared to the injuries Amuro Tooru sustained when he arranged for the police to surround him.

Although he knew he wouldn't die, Chu Ming was very vengeful. He could have reported Bourbon to the organization, but what was the point of killing him directly?

Let Bourbon lie low, but don't let him leak any information. Exploit his labor, and deliberately sabotage him like yesterday. You can also shift the blame to him and make him deal with the FBI.

Once he's no longer of any use to you, tell him: "Actually, I knew you were an undercover agent all along. Aren't you angry? Aren't you angry?"

Thinking this, a malicious smile appeared on Chu Ming's face.

Amuro Tooru shook his shoulders, trying to shake Chu Ming off him.

Chu Ming didn't care whether he was injured or not. Instead, he pulled over a stool and sat down, leaning back comfortably against Amuro Tooru, adjusting himself into a comfortable position.

“Big Brother is discussing with Vermouth about seizing the research data. It seems Rum sent the message. Yesterday’s Mud Ginseng Association incident was just a smokescreen. The truth is quite the opposite. GN Biological Lab’s real goal is to buy a document from the Mud Ginseng Association. What we need to do is intercept that document,” Vodka explained to Chu Ming.

"But how can we be sure that Rum's intelligence source is accurate this time? And what kind of information could the Mud Ginseng Association possibly have for us to steal?" Chu Ming frowned as he flipped through the route map that Rum had sent him.

After finishing their discussion, Vermouth and Gin came over.

"This is an operation authorized by the BOSS. The BOSS suspects that this is the batch of data that the organization lost back then. If we can recover the data this time and confirm that it is the data that was lost back then, then we may be in for a lot of trouble."

"The files from back then?" Amuro Tooru asked, a look of curiosity on his face.

Gin glanced at him: "This is not something you should know. Vermouth and Granburg, you two are responsible for approaching the target and taking the data when appropriate; Chianti and I will set up snipers along the target's route to provide support. Bourbon, you are responsible for creating chaos and covering their retreat after they succeed. Vodka will drive to provide backup."

Gin spread out the map: "The traders from the Mud Ginseng Association will set off from this road at nine o'clock in the morning, passing through the outer ring road. This place is suitable for us to ambush them before they reach their destination."

Chu Ming suddenly blinked: "Big brother, I have a good idea..."

Chapter 187 We will not let any good person go unpunished.

Is this information really as amazing as they say?

A blond, blue-eyed man carrying a folder walked out of the hotel.

He was Hank, a researcher at GN Biolabs. Because he had spent some time in Japan and spoke fluent Japanese, the lab director sent him to make the deal.

He put the documents in his bag and turned to find a taxi to go directly to the airport. The person he was dealing with had also said that many people coveted the documents, and it was best to leave as soon as the transaction was completed to avoid any unforeseen complications.

After waiting for ages, he finally managed to hail a taxi and excitedly waved from the roadside.

The car stopped, and the driver leaned out with an honest look on his face: "Sir, I'm sorry, I already have a passenger in this car."

Hank looked anxiously at his watch and said, "Do you know why it's so hard to get a taxi here? I've been waiting for ages and haven't seen one."

The driver scratched his head: "This area is quite remote, it's really not easy to get a taxi here. Where do you want to go, sir?"

"I need to go to the airport."

"You're going to the airport too? The lady I gave you a ride with is also going to the airport. Why don't you talk to her and ask if you can share a ride with her?"

Hank quickly asked from the back seat, "Miss, is it alright if I can help you pay your fare too?"

The woman in the back seat frowned, but after thinking about it, she reluctantly agreed: "Alright then, but I need to go to the villa outside the city to get something first."

Hank quickly got into the car and fastened his seatbelt: "It's okay, it's okay, I can manage."

On the opposite building, Chianti, observing the situation, whispered into his earpiece, "The fish has taken the bait."

Meanwhile, Hank was sitting in the car in a good mood, but he was clutching his briefcase tightly. This was the intelligence he had bought for 300 million US dollars. If he lost it, the person in charge would eat him alive. The car was already speeding towards the suburbs.

The driver turned on the car radio: "We're so bored, let's listen to the radio."

"—We are now issuing an urgent notice. A murder has just occurred at a hotel in Maehara City. According to witnesses, the murderer took a black briefcase from the victim after the killing. Witnesses described the murderer as blond, blue-eyed, approximately 182cm tall, with short hair, wearing a red hooded T-shirt and black trousers... Residents are urged to report any sightings of the murderer to the police immediately."

Hank felt increasingly uneasy as he listened. He looked at the clothes he was wearing that day and then thought about his distinctive features—

The driver slammed on the brakes, and both he and the passenger in the back seat stared intently at him.

Hank frantically waved his hands: "No, it wasn't me, it wasn't about me—"

The driver suddenly grabbed him and shouted to the back seat, "Quick, call the police!"

The woman in the back seat picked up her phone and quickly pressed a few buttons, explaining the situation to the police officer on the other end.

"No, brother, it really wasn't me. It must be a coincidence!" Hank was speechless.

The driver, with an indignant expression, said, "Whether you did it or not, we'll find out when the police arrive. I ran into you right here in front of the Qianyuan Hotel! What a coincidence!"

"Whoosh whoosh—" A car with its police lights on stopped in the woods.

"Who called the police?" A baby-faced policeman straightened his hat and slowly walked over with his colleague after getting out of the car.

"Officer! It's me, I called the police! I heard on the radio in the car that you're issuing a warrant for the murderer! Look at this man, the one my driver and I met in front of the Maehara Hotel. Look at his briefcase, his clothes, his features!"

The woman quickly ran behind the police officer and pointed at Hank, who was being held back by the driver.

Hank was on the verge of tears: "Officer, you have to believe me, I really didn't do it!"

"Hello, sir, I'm Matsutake Sai from the Maehara Metropolitan Police Department. May I check the contents of your bag? Also, could you please cooperate with my colleague by answering a few questions? Don't worry, we won't let any innocent person get away with it, nor will we let any guilty person go unpunished!"

Hank panicked. In order to prove his innocence, he didn't pay attention to what the police officer was saying and simply handed over what he had in his hand.

"Officer, look, these are the things in my bag. I really didn't kill anyone."

Officer Matsuchi gave a reassuring smile: "Please rest assured, now would you like to go to my colleague, Officer Amuro, to answer a few questions?"

Hank nodded dazedly. Officer Matsutake—who was actually Chu Ming in disguise—quickly pulled a folder from his bag and took out another folder from beside him after seeing him walk toward Amuro Tooru.

The whole set of movements was done smoothly and in one go.