Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

With soft footsteps, and amidst Jodie's delighted expression and Vermouth's slightly furrowed brow, Shuichi Akai emerged from behind Jodie, gun in hand.

Conan's pupils dilated slightly inside the car. This was the same person who had sniped Sonoko from the top of the Twin Towers last time!

He's not a member of the organization?

"Show!" Judy exclaimed excitedly. "What brings you here?"

On the contrary, just as Vermouth was about to turn her head slightly to see why Calvados hadn't made a move yet, Judy warned her coldly, "Don't move!"

“I’m here to see him off.” Shuichi Akai cocked his gun and chuckled. “Vermouth, don’t try to count on the people on those containers. They’re gone.”

"boom--"

"Uh--"

Shuichi Akai fired a shot without hesitation, but unexpectedly it struck Jodie's hand, piercing her palm and knocking the gun from her hand.

"Bang bang bang-"

Before she could react, three more shots pierced through her other hand and both legs.

Judy collapsed to the ground in pain, half-sitting up and leaning against the car, panting, "Show—how could you—you—"

Vermouth was also taken aback by this scene. She squinted and stared intently at Akai Hideaki in front of her. After a while, her brows relaxed slightly, as if she were worried about something.

Shuichi Akai—who is Chu Ming—tilted his head, smiled with narrowed eyes as he looked at the high number of points he had gained, and said insincerely, "Oh dear, the gun went off accidentally. I'm so sorry."

Okay, first script, the ex-boyfriend's betrayal—complete.

Just one of them already gives you a lot of points.

Chu Ming's malicious gaze swept over Conan, who was still in shock inside the car, and he raised an eyebrow.

Don't rush, it'll be your turn soon.

Chapter 414 Full Moon 4 - Sending a Head Across a Thousand Miles

After Shuichi Akai betrayed her, Vermouth stared intently at his face and indeed saw traces of disguise. They were very faint and subtle. If she hadn't been a master of disguise herself and very familiar with the technique, she wouldn't have been able to tell at all.

The disguise technique that was exactly the same as hers, the skillful shooting posture, and the insincere apology were all clearly Granbury's style...

But what's he doing here? Wasn't he in the hospital?

Knowing that Chu Ming was hospitalized these past few days, and to avoid her having to find something to send Chu Ming away, Vermouth chose this time to make her move on Sherry, so as not to let Chu Ming discover anything.

In the end, Chu Ming still found us. What should we do?

Shirley is sitting in the car now, wondering how she's going to explain why she wanted to kill this little girl.

And how much of the conversation just now did he hear?

Chu Ming stood in front of Judy, whose face was full of disbelief. He was a little confused as to why Vermouth, who had clearly been rescued, would also contribute points to him. However, he still did his best to continue the charade.

"Hmph, you'd better call me Rye, it sounds better." Chu Ming imitated Shuichi Akai's tone, his face full of indifference. "Back when the organization sent me to infiltrate the FBI, I really appreciated your care during that time."

Judy was still in shock. She couldn't believe it: "You, you... no, Xiu isn't like that. You must have disguised yourselves!"

That's right, Vermouth is known as the Thousand-Faced Witch, and the Shuichi in front of us must be someone she had disguised!

Although Vermouth didn't know what Chu Ming was planning, it didn't stop her from following along with his act: "Rye, your ex-girlfriend seems a little incredulous. It seems you two were quite sweet together before?"

Chu Ming's icy gaze swept over Judy, who had unjustly smeared herself, completely solidifying Shuichi Akai's reputation as a scumbag: "It was just a fling, maybe she took it seriously."

"Oh, that's really going too far." Vermouth raised an eyebrow, slowly approaching the disheveled Judy. "Your boyfriend—no, your ex-boyfriend—is really awful."

Judy's eyes reddened with rage as she watched Vermouth raise a gun to her forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hide the pain, and roared, "Come out and catch them! Don't mind me!!!"

"Stop shouting, they won't come out. I've already sent them away in the name of the highest-ranking FBI commander in Japan, saying the operation is canceled and they'll come back tomorrow." Chu Ming smiled ambiguously, looking at Jodie, who was making a desperate gamble by taking credit for Vermouth's work, intending to expose Shuichi Akai's true identity in front of Conan.

The surrounding silence confirmed Chu Ming's words. Judy resignedly raised her head and stared intently at Vermouth.

Since Judy had just told her so much, Vermouth began to recount how she had cleverly diverted the FBI's attention to the Mouri Detective Agency and then followed the clues to find out where the FBI was based.

After telling Judy her bedtime story—no, her death story—Vermouth raised her gun and pointed it at her, preparing to send Judy to meet her father in heaven, Chu Ming suddenly looked into the car. He had just heard Conan deflate the soccer ball on his belt.

He stepped forward, pulled away Vermouth who was bent over in front of the car door in order to kill Judy, and threw the gun in his other hand, knocking Judy unconscious. It's better to knock out someone with a bit of fighting ability.

At the same time, a football shot out like a cannonball shattered the car window, grazed Vermouth's arm, and soared into the sky.

Vermouth felt a tingling numbness where the gun had been grazed; if Chu Ming hadn't pulled her back, the gun would probably have flown away.

The car door opened, and a pair of magnetic shoes, still carrying tiny arcs of electricity, stepped onto the ground.

Vermouth's face changed the moment she saw the shoes; she even turned pale.

At that moment, only two words kept flashing through her mind: It's over.

Firstly, it was completely unexpected that it wasn't Sherry who came here, but Conan.

Instead, Conan is here, so his identity can't be hidden from Chu Ming. What if Chu Ming shoots Conan dead?

Vermouth acted decisively, her arm drooping limply at her side as if she'd been hit, looking at Conan as he came down with an expression that said, "I can't lift this gun."

Conan got out of the car, clutching his tranquilizer watch. He glanced at Chu Ming, whose gun had fallen to the ground, then at Vermouth, whose arm hung limply at her side, seemingly unable to exert any more force, and at Jodie, who was unconscious beside him. Gritting his teeth, he ripped off his disguise and aimed the watch's sights at the two of them: "Don't move. You're both unarmed now, so you'd better stay put. I—"

"Conan, you're so reckless! One tranquilizer dart can't hit two people!" A familiar voice rang in Conan's ears. His eyes widened and his hand trembled slightly.

The man in front of him then tore off his disguise, revealing a face that Conan knew all too well.

"Brother Chu...?" Conan's hand, gripping the launch button, trembled; he could hardly believe his eyes.

Chu Ming looked at the rapidly refreshing points and could hardly believe his eyes.

Is this the strength of the Red team? Is this all the points the Red team can contribute?

Loved it.

Meanwhile, Conan was utterly shocked. Was this really Chu Ming? No, no, it couldn't be, this must be a disguise! It's fake!

"Conan~ Aren't you curious why I'm here? Let's get to know each other again. I belong to the Black Organization's—I mean, I mean, the Black Organization's Action Group, Granburg. Nice to meet you." Chu Ming winked playfully at Conan, his eyes full of mischief. "Aren't you surprised~"

Conan gritted his teeth: "Brother Chu Ming is in the hospital right now, and you took advantage of this opportunity to steal his identity, didn't you?"

"Whatever you say, I have no objection." Chu Ming didn't say it explicitly, but instead dodged the question, which made Conan even more flustered.

However, just as one problem was resolved, another arose. Before the black-clad organization member suspected to be Chu Ming could be dealt with, something even more shocking to Conan occurred.

He had planned everything meticulously, but he never expected that he would step into a trap for Ai Haibara. Ai Haibara, worried about him, also traveled a long distance to the scene with a spare pair of tracking glasses, only to be killed herself.

It's truly a case of sending someone's head from afar; the gift may be small, but the sentiment is profound.

Chu Ming watched the figure being dropped off by a taxi in the distance, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

Come on, when the real Shuichi Akai appears, he can reap another harvest.

Sure enough, no matter how many cases you win, the points you get can't compare to a single clash between red and black.

Chapter 415 Full Moon 5 - Just What Mom Wanted

After getting off the car, Ai Haibara felt the strong aura of the organization ahead, and her legs felt weak, but she still forced herself to walk forward, walking faster and faster until she started running.

She clenched her fists, and although she was running, she was stumbling and staggering.

The main reason is that Chu Ming, in order to maintain his persona, is currently exuding an evil aura and a chilling killing intent.

Ai Haibara was already having a hard time facing Vermouth, but now, sensing the intense killing intent ahead, she felt increasingly breathless as she moved forward.

When she finally saw who it was, she couldn't help but widen her eyes: "Brother Chu Ming, you..."

She had a lot to say.

Did Vermouth force you to come?

Was this the task Gin gave you when he took you away in the middle of the night?

If you haven't been exposed and Vermouth asks you to kill me, you're welcome to do so. Just don't reveal any weakness in front of Vermouth.

……

But she held back her words. Vermouth was unaware of Chu Ming's stance. She was doomed, but she couldn't expose him.

She looked distraught, pondered for a moment, and then, finding nothing particularly amiss, turned to Vermouth and said, "I know you came here for me. I delivered myself to your doorstep, but please spare the others. They are all innocent and know nothing."

Conan panicked: "Haibara, go back now, do you hear me? Let's go!"

"This is my business, and also a matter of personal conflict with the organization. I can't drag you down with me." Ai Haibara stood a short distance away, her face pale. "So, Vermouth, do you agree?"

“Of course.” Vermouth readily agreed. She had no intention of doing anything to Conan anyway, and this suggestion suited her perfectly. “I won’t touch anyone except this FBI woman.”

"Okay." Ai Haibara gave Conan a resolute look, then slowly approached, making Conan anxiously turn around and signal her to run away quickly.

Because Vermouth was pretending to have an injured arm, Chu Ming took advantage of the moment Conan turned around, grabbed his hand, twisted it behind his back, took off his watch, and then took out a rope from his side and tied him to the car wheel.

He's much kinder than Vermouth, how could he let Conan miss out on these storylines?

Wouldn't that mean a huge amount of emotional value was lost for nothing?

Conan struggled to free his hands, which were tied behind his back.

Ai Haibara turned to Vermouth urgently: "You said you wouldn't do anything to them!"

Vermouth remained silent, while Chu Ming leaned against the car, his smile unrestrained and arrogant: "You actually believed that?"

Ai Haibara stared wide-eyed at Chu Ming, who was completely unfamiliar to her, and suddenly took two steps back: "You're not Chu Ming!"

"Huh, am I really that bad at acting? How come everyone can tell?" Chu Ming drawled out, sounding somewhat displeased.

Vermouth didn't intend to say anything more, lest Chu Ming discover something, so she pointed the gun directly at Ai Haibara: "Sherry, if you want to hate someone, hate your parents. Why did you do something so stupid—"