Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

"No, I think I can drink some more."

Chu Ming reached out to snatch his glass back, and Gin instinctively raised it high, but then thought the move was a bit silly, so he simply shoved the glass into the hand of Lafitte, who was watching the commotion from the side.

Chu Ming frowned as he looked at Gin, his words flowing freely under the influence of alcohol: "Hey, I suddenly realized that your facial features are quite suitable for disguise. I disguised myself as your girlfriend before and went out with you. Now, shouldn't you disguise yourself as my girlfriend and go out with me?"

"Wow—" Although everyone was shocked, they all pretended not to hear anything, fearing that Gin would be angry and kill them. However, they all secretly perked up their ears, and Vermouth watched the scene with great interest, holding up her wine glass.

Only Laffitte, who was equally eager to stir up trouble, dared to speak up: "You guys have this kind of hobby? Well—sigh, Gin, could you at least give us a heads-up before you fire?"

Lafitte was old, but still agile. He jumped onto the sofa to dodge the bullets fired by Gin, and stood on the sofa complaining.

Gin ignored him, simply turning the gun around and pressing it against the spot on Chu Ming's face where the injury was most severe, his eyes flashing with intense malice: "Do you think I can't do anything to you now?"

Chu Ming leaned back slightly, trying to dodge the gun Gin was pressing firmly against his face. The pain cleared his mind for a moment. He blinked, suppressing the urge to nod: "I didn't mean that. I was just thinking of returning the favor. If you don't want to, you don't want to. Look at you, why are you angry..."

"Don't show that face to me again." Gin suppressed his anger, feeling that arguing with Chu Ming would only make him suffer.

Seeing Gin put the gun away, Chianti was even more shocked, his eyes wide with disbelief that Granburg was still alive.

The sun is rising in the west? Gin can't hold a gun anymore?

Vermouth wasn't surprised, after all, she knew that the BOSS was spoiling Chu Ming a lot now, and Gin wouldn't do anything to Chu Ming, so in the end she had to swallow her anger.

Lafitte leaned closer: "Granbury, can we talk about something?"

"?" Chu Ming was a little confused.

Lafitte figured Chu Ming was probably drunk and would be easy to talk to right now, so he quietly asked him, "I remember when it was your birthday, Gin sent you a warehouse full of bombs?"

Chu Ming nodded, looking at him suspiciously: "Yes, you want to use a bomb? Go and organize one yourself."

"Japan doesn't have many bombs to begin with. The weapons team has been researching some weird and wonderful things lately, so they haven't replenished their bombs in a long time. As a result, the last batch was taken by Gin today to bomb the FBI base. Can you lend me some? I'll go to the organization to get them and return them to you later."

?

Chu Ming felt that this logic was wrong.

It is known that he is the successor to the organization, meaning that the organization belongs to him.

Lafitte asked him to borrow some bombs, then went to the organization to collect the bombs and return them to him.

That's ridiculous!

Don't even think about it!

Chapter 424 Everything is ready

Chu Ming turned to Lafitte to confirm: "You mean, you borrowed a box of bombs from me, and then went back to the organization to get another box to return to me?"

Seeing that Chu Ming seemed to have drunk quite a bit and his eyes were not very clear, Lafitte nodded affirmatively. After all, he hadn't gotten something for nothing; he would pay it back, he would definitely pay it back in the future. As for when... well, it would be in the future.

Although Chu Ming had drunk too much, the pill from Ai Haibara had played a significant role. When it came to matters of interest, his mind was still sharp: "Look, I'm now the heir to the organization, so aren't the things in the organization mine?"

"Hmm...right?"

"Then is the box of bombs you received also mine?"

"You can calculate it like that?" Lafitte asked, looking puzzled.

"Why not?" Chu Ming continued, "You borrowed a box of bombs from me, and then borrowed another box and returned it to me. Does that mean you owe me two boxes?"

Lafitte considered the logic, feeling something was off, but couldn't quite put his finger on it: "No, then—"

Chu Ming revealed his true intentions: "So when are you going to return the two boxes of bombs you owe me?"

"Um???"

Lafitte blinked in confusion. "Wait, I haven't even borrowed it yet, how come I already owe two cases?"

Chu Ming ignored him and gestured for Chianti to go to the bar and get some paper and pen.

Then, in front of the crowd that had gathered around, he wrote an IOU for Raffit with a flourish of his pen, and while Raffit stared in disbelief, he grabbed his hand and pressed his fingerprint onto it.

Hmm, not bad. Although I didn't lend it to you, you still have to pay it back.

Lafitte looked at the crowd of onlookers, then glared at Gin and Vermouth with indignation: "This is blatant robbery! Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Vermouth tossed her curly hair and chuckled softly, "But we weren't exactly good people to begin with, were we?"

Chu Ming chimed in, "That's right, if you're not happy, call the police!"

"..."

Looking at the group of people in front of him who were acting in concert, Lafitt gritted his teeth: "No matter how much you owe, you have to give me some bombs, right? I need them for this deal right now, I can't just take the money and not do the job. When will the organization be able to recruit some researchers who specialize in making bombs? What the hell are those people in the weapons group researching all day long?"

"Why do you have such strong principles in transactions? Our organization isn't a charity; isn't it standard practice to take money and not get anything done?" Chu Ming suddenly said something surprising.

"?" Lafitte was stunned for a moment and looked at Chu Ming.

"Isn't it simple to take money but not trade items? Just kill the trader, and if there's no buyer, why would you need a bomb?"

Lafitte's lips twitched: "When it comes to shamelessness, you're the one... You've always been very trustworthy in organizing transactions, okay? Otherwise, who would come to you in the future?"

"Tch, come or don't come, it's not like I'm short of a penny. We don't even have enough for ourselves, why would we sell anything? But I'm more curious about what the weapons team has been developing lately. Everything seemed normal when I visited last time."

Chianti spoke up first: "I know that. Every time I go to practice sniping, I always stop by the weapons team. Their research direction has been strange lately. Last time they were thinking about how to insert poison needles into all sorts of unexpected items, and now they're researching how to turn various personal items into surprise weapons..."

"..." Chu Ming felt that these modification directions sounded familiar. Wasn't this the same thing he had been rambling on about in the weapons department last time? Because he was envious of Conan's various equipment, he went to the weapons department to get some useful gear and gave them a brief explanation...

Good grief, shouldn't we pay him royalties?

In the end, Lafitte was persuaded by Chu Ming, who lent him Chianti and Cohen to take down the trader.

Chianti was the type who got excited at the mention of sniping, so without Chu Ming even having to persuade her, she dragged Cohen and followed Lafitte.

Gin didn't interfere. After all, as long as you don't betray the organization, it's not a problem for you to take on some extra work, let alone help your colleagues complete their tasks.

As for whether the organization's precarious reputation will collapse due to a crisis of trust—who cares? It's not like they're missing out on a few measly coins.

Seeing that Lafitte had left with the two of them, Vermouth didn't linger and got up to leave as well, since she still had to go find the BOSS later.

Calvados followed closely behind Vermouth, only to be cruelly abandoned by her at the bar entrance. Vermouth drove off, leaving Calvados standing there like a waiting stone, motionless, until Vermouth's car taillights were completely out of sight. Only then did he turn around, give a nod to Gin and Chu Ming, and leave.

Wow, everyone in the organization is so unique, not bad.

Seeing that most people had left, Chu Ming walked to the door with a warm smile, and pulled Vodka, who had squeezed half of his body out the door, back to the door with his arm around his shoulder.

"I heard you're the organization's gossip expert?"

Vodka remained as quiet as a chicken, shrinking his neck and not uttering a sound.

"You're the one who spread rumors with Chianti and the others, saying that I'm a student who can only drink milk, a super pervert who is often beaten to a pulp by Gin and hung on the wall so badly that they can't even take me off?"

"..." Vodka kept his mouth tightly shut, as if I hadn't said anything.

Chu Ming snorted coldly, his eyes filled with a malicious glint: "You still say Gin is just a paper tiger? You'll teach him how to make alcohol one day!"

Vodka jerked his head up: "I didn't—"

Chu Ming spoke very quickly, interrupting him directly: "You still tell them you're the boss, and sometimes Gin even drives for you? In the entire organization, you, Vodka, are the only real man; the rest can't even lift a knife..."

Seeing that Chu Ming's words were becoming increasingly outrageous, Vodka raised his voice and loudly protested, "I absolutely did not say the rest! This is a frame-up!!"

"Oh~" Chu Ming turned to stare at Vodka, "You mean, you've already told me everything before?"

Vodka, seeing Chu Ming's sinister expression, shrank back, his massive body almost disappearing under the narrow bar counter: "It's a misunderstanding, I can explain..."

Chu Ming grinned maliciously and dragged him out: "No, there's no need to explain. Just die already."

——┗( T﹏T )┛——

Chu Ming gave Vodka a good beating, then, feeling refreshed, grabbed him and made him take him back to the hospital.

While Gin and Vodka were having a friendly sparring session, he drove off without a care in the world, completely ignoring how Chu Ming had messed up his underling's condition.

Vodka drove a small truck donated by the bar manager and took Chu Ming to Mihua Hospital.

It was already getting light, and Conan would probably come to visit the sick person today.

After all, he had learned about what was going on on his end, and he needed Chu Ming to analyze it with him.

After entering the ward that Lafitte had reserved for him, Chu Ming began hacking into the system to leave evidence that he had been living there all along.

Everything was ready, and all that was left was for Conan to come and visit in a few hours.

Chapter 425 A Challenge to Kidd

Chu Ming leaned against the headboard, dozing off, waiting for Conan's call.

He had already come up with an excuse, and figured out how to act flawlessly and without any flaws when Conan arrived.

But to his utter surprise, his guard was in vain; Conan never called him at all.

Maybe I didn't want him to know about such a dangerous thing...

Chu Ming waited for his phone to ring for a long time but it didn't. So he simply pulled the blanket over his head and went to sleep.

"Brother Chu Ming, Brother Chu Ming—"

Chu Ming was awakened by a shoving. He turned his head and saw Conan's head standing on the headboard.

Chu Ming closed his eyes, then opened them again. Okay, it wasn't a hallucination; it really was this little dwarf.

He didn't even notice Conan coming in... Chu Ming lowered his expression. It seemed that not only had Conan's trust in him increased, but he himself had unknowingly reached this level of trust in Conan as well.

"Brother Chu Ming, stop pretending to be asleep. I saw your eyes moving. Are you thinking of some naughty idea to scare me again?" Conan leaned over Chu Ming's bedside, his tone resentful.

Chu Ming lazily opened his eyes: "Didn't you say you were too busy to come see me? How did you know I was here?"