Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

After finishing his novel, Chu Ming didn't rush to start a new one. He took stock of his points. He had 1 points from Tsujimura Isao, 5000 from the golf course manager, and only 800 points from Tamada in the library elevator because Tamada had been dead for a long time and had lost much of his magnetic field. Adding in the points from Conan's transformation that Chu Ming saw and the emotional value he added to the comments in his novel, he now had over 3.1 points.

Chu Ming thought for a moment and added the points to sniping. Judging by the time, Shuichi Akai would probably be coming to Japan soon, so he needed to improve his sniping skills. He originally wanted to add points to disguise, but Vermouth was also returning home soon. He'd see if he could borrow some skills from her later, getting them for free without using any points.

He used all 3 points on sniping, leaving only 1700 points for emergencies. His sniping skills, originally rated A (lv60), were upgraded to S- (lv82). [Congratulations, host, you are able to hold your own against Akai Hideaki. Practice more and the effect will be doubled!] In addition, the magnetic field enhanced his body, and Chu Ming's vision became wider and more precise.

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The next morning, Chu Ming went straight to Training Ground No. 3 at the base. Gin usually trained Chu Ming here, mainly because the training grounds with earlier numbers had more complete equipment, making it more convenient to hone sniping skills.

It was still early, and the training grounds with the earlier numbers were all used by codenamed members, so they were still empty at this time.

Chu Ming went directly to the armory next door and took out an AWM. Although he was very tempted by the M82A1 next to him, it was too powerful. He was afraid that he would destroy the training base. He would try it again at the base outside Osaka next time. The sniping range there was the organization's largest in Japan.

The AWM has a visible range of approximately 1,300 yards, and when used with .338 Magnum ammunition, its firing range is even greater.

After adjusting the equipment, Chu Ming lay on the ground and set up the gun. The training used mobile simulation dummy, and it could be easily shot through 100, 200, 300... all the way up to 500.

After exceeding 500 yards, the programmed dummy began to run and hide, and there was an unpredictable wind on the field, but Chu Ming's sniping skills at this time were world-class, and the distance of 900 yards was no problem at all.

From 900 onwards, the code is incremented by 50. At this point, there are already people moving around in the base.

Chianti and Cohen had arranged to train at the base early on. Gin said they needed them for a mission in a few days, so they came to fire a few shots to warm up. However, even though they arrived early enough, there were already snipers at the base, and judging from the shell casings around them, it seemed like they had been practicing for a long time and were already at 950 yards.

"Cohen, he's so strong. I remember Gin is about the same level as him."

"Hmm." Cohen was taciturn, but the look in his eyes betrayed the richness of his inner thoughts.

Just as Chianti was whispering to Cohen, Gin, who had been working overtime all night, came out of the inner office: "What are you two doing crammed in here?"

"Boss! Who's this kid? Is he a newly promoted codenamed member? He's amazing, he can already snipe from 1200 yards!"

1200 yards? When did the organization get someone this skilled? Did Rum recruit him? How come I didn't know? Gin was getting a little irritated, and he couldn't even smoke the cigarette he used to stay awake. He looked up—Granbury? When did he start practicing sniping behind my back?

Chu Ming didn't hear the murmurs in the distance. At this moment, lightning and thunder were already flashing in the center of the field. The puppet nimbly moved through the woods. His eyes were getting tired from sniping for too long. He stood still like a statue, staring intently at the puppet—now!

The frantically fleeing puppet briefly revealed one-third of its forehead, but that was enough for Chu Ming. He decisively pulled the trigger, the bullet flashing through the air and striking the puppet precisely. —Passed √

The floor where Chu Ming was standing automatically moved back another 50 yards, and the green grass and the camouflage-painted dolls were almost perfectly invisible in it.

What the hell? It gets harder and harder as you go on. Chu Ming rubbed his sore eyes before raising his gun. After a while, he put the gun down with a headache. "I'm not practicing anymore. If I keep searching, my eyes will go blind."

He got up from the ground, his back aching from crawling for so long. He stretched his bones and was just about to disassemble the gun and put it back when he saw the three people not far away. He waved to Gin from a distance and shouted, "Good morning, big brother! Wow! Wow!"

The sound echoed across the field. Gin nodded, and as Chu Ming approached, he introduced them to each other: "These are Chianti and Cohen, snipers from my team. This is Granburg."

"You're a sniper too! You're amazing, why did you stop at 1200 yards! Let's go on missions together sometime, I can give you half of the kill Cohen was responsible for!"

Cohen paused for a moment before speaking: "You are very strong."

Chu Ming smiled broadly: "I'm not a sniper, I'm an office worker—a computer expert!"

???

Chianti looked bewildered. "1200 yards and you're telling me you're a civilian employee in charge of intelligence? Then what is my team?"

Gin took a drag of his cigarette: "When did you become such a good sniper?"

"I also want to share the burden with my brother~ If my sniping skills are good enough, I can keep watch for him in future operations~"

Gin showed no outward reaction, but inwardly he was somewhat moved, experiencing a subtle sense of gratitude, like a child he had raised finally showing filial piety. Putting aside everything else, Chu Ming's sniping range had previously been barely six or seven hundred yards, but now it had doubled; the hardship involved was unimaginable.

He nodded slightly and said to Chu Ming, "Then you'll come with me on the mission in a couple of days, along with Chianti and Cohen."

"What mission?" I was just casually asking to increase my favorability, but I didn't expect Gin to actually send me a mission.

"I'll let you know when the time comes. Okay, Chianti and Cohen, you two start training." Gin turned and walked towards the door.

Chu Ming followed Gin closely, overjoyed. "Big brother finally realizes I'm the best, he's giving me a mission all to myself!"

"Big brother, what are we going to do now?"

Gin suddenly stopped and turned to look at Chu Ming's face: "Change into an adult disguise and take me to the safe house."

Because Chu Ming had obtained fake documents from the security department for all his disguises, Gin hadn't had a break in a long time and didn't want to drive. Vodka had been sent out on missions these past few days, and Gin, being suspicious, wouldn't feel comfortable letting any random driver from the base take him. After thinking it over, the only one left was Chu Ming. However, Chu Ming was underage and could easily be caught by the traffic police. Luckily, he knew how to disguise himself—Gin sighed.

Chu Ming looked puzzled. "I thought my brother valued me and would give me a task, but I never expected that he just wanted me to drive for him."

Chapter 42 Gin in a daze.jpg

It was past noon when Gin was delivered to his safe house. Gin had taken a nap in the car and was now full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue. He truly deserves to be called a workaholic.

With nothing else to do, Chu Ming went to a small restaurant at the street corner and bought two meals to take back to the safe house. Gin was already looking at the mission list again. To be honest, which company has Gin's hardworking spirit?

When Gin saw Chu Ming return, he grabbed a box of food and handed Chu Ming a stack of intelligence reports.

"I remember you moved to a new house?"

"Big brother, you care about me so much~ I just moved here too. Big brother, let me tell you, there's a mad scientist living behind my house. He researches all sorts of weird inventions every day, like an automatic jet chair that flies into the sky, a rainbow blasting machine, an automatic fried rice cooker. Sigh, does the organization need people for its research lab? Should I recruit him?"

“No need. The organization’s research lab doesn’t care about these useless inventions. You live in 2-chome now? Then when you pass by 4-chome on your way back, go and investigate this old house. The house has been empty since the owner died five years ago. The owner’s wife and son moved out a long time ago. It’s been considered a haunted house. The organization plans to use it as a temporary base. Go and see if there are any signs of anyone living there or visiting it. If there are no problems, I will have someone occupy the house under the name of the owner’s relative. Organization members who occasionally do missions can stay there.”

"? So that's how the organization got all those houses—"

Chu Ming sighed with emotion. It was a risk-free business, and he felt comfortable doing it. It seemed he should pay more attention to these things in the future.

While eating, Chu Ming looked around at Gin's safe house and said enviously, "Big brother, I want a safe house too. Aren't all codename members supposed to have one? Why don't I have one?"

Gin swallowed the last bite of rice: "I'll get you a map later. The places that aren't marked are uninhabited. Pick one yourself."

Chu Ming was somewhat moved. Although this older brother beat people quite hard and liked to conscript laborers, the treatment he received for becoming a trusted confidant was truly exceptional.

"So now I know the addresses of all the safe houses. What if I'm an undercover agent? Wouldn't the organization be wiped out?" Chu Ming asked tentatively.

Gin chuckled as if he'd heard a joke: "You? An undercover agent? Who sends a baby to infiltrate? You were born under the boss's nose and raised by Vermouth and me. If you're also an undercover agent, then the organization—" Gin didn't finish his sentence.

Chu Ming understood what Gin meant, but—there weren't many real Gin members in the organization!

"Isn't Sherry also someone you brought up—" Chu Ming muttered under his breath.

However, Gin's ears were incredibly sharp. His face darkened. "Hmph, a traitor who dwells in darkness yet yearns for light. I will catch her. Alright, don't do this kind of probing unless necessary. Finish your meal and go do your mission."

"What kind of task could we be doing in the afternoon? — Site scouting is something we should do in the evening."

Gin ignored him, lit a cigarette, and unusually lost interest in looking at the intelligence. As for Sherry, although he was nominally the one who trained her, he didn't actually play a big role in it. Sherry went abroad to study when she was very young.

Gin officially took over Sherry's role after she received her codename and entered the lab, but Sherry was, after all, a girl.

For example, Gin can take Chu Ming to train, snipe, and do missions, but Sherry can't. She is a precious experimenter, and Gin has occasionally talked about missions with Vodka in the lab a few times. Sherry always seemed reluctant to do so, so Gin reported it to the boss. Sherry can be used, but she cannot be left unchecked.

Originally, Akemi Miyano was meant to be the reins that kept Sherry in the organization, but this reins is disobedient and tries to untie itself, even attempting to leave with Sherry. So, there's only one thing to do—what's that sound!

Chu Ming saw that Gin was actually spacing out, which was unusual for him. Good heavens, he had to take a picture to remember the moment. However, Chu Ming forgot that modern mobile phones make a clicking sound when taking pictures... Although the sound was not loud, it was particularly noticeable in the quiet safe house.

Gin looked at Chu Ming, who had a fawning smile on his face, and dragged him to the underground training ground with a sinister grin. He then gave Chu Ming a solid demonstration of a set of punches and kicks, and then stared at Chu Ming as he deleted the photos. He even tried to physically destroy Chu Ming's phone, but Chu Ming stopped him by throwing a tantrum.

Seeing Gin put away his gun, Chu Ming quickly stuffed his phone into his pocket, sprawled on the ground, and rolled over. If only he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have upgraded his sniper rifle! If he had upgraded his melee weapon, he would still be lying on the ground today, scrubbing the floor until it gleamed—it would still be him QAQ.

However, it wasn't a loss; Chu Ming obtained a precious Gin meme: "Stunned.jpg". He deleted it and formatted the file, but cleverly preserved it in the system.

Hehe, this is my brother's embarrassing history!

Gin didn't let Chu Ming lie down and slack off. He grabbed him, shoved the intelligence into his hand, and kicked him out, ignoring Chu Ming's wails and complaints.

"Big brother! My safe house—"

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Damn it, the safe house is gone. I'll wait until my brother is in a better mood next time.

After flipping through the documents in the corner, I burned them and headed towards 4-chome.

The more I walked, the more familiar it looked. Why did I feel like I had been here before?

Chu Ming looked around. Although the villa appeared to be overgrown with weeds, vines and branches everywhere, and the walls were dilapidated from years of neglect, the second-floor windows were hanging precariously from the window frames.

At first glance, it did look like an uninhabited place, but Chu Ming could see right through it.

A few patches of weeds in front of the door were slightly bent over, clearly trampled recently; it had rained a couple of days ago, so the stone slabs at the entrance should have been washed clean, but there was a thin layer of dust on them, seemingly a sign that no one had passed by, but it was actually clearly something someone had deliberately sprinkled there...

This series of evidence suggests that people should still be living here long-term.

Chu Ming ordered a coffee at a nearby cafe and slowly whiled away the time. As it gradually got dark, Chu Ming decided to sneak in from the back to see who was secretly living in this gloomy house.

But just as he was about to climb over the wall, he heard a familiar voice.

"I brought a baseball bat! If there's a ghost, I'll kill it with one hit!"

"Ayumi brought snacks, we can eat them when we're hungry~"

"I brought flashlights and compasses for everyone to use if they got lost."

Chu Ming peeked out cautiously. Good heavens, a picnic has begun!

"Conan, what about you?" x3

Um... Conan took a half step back: "I didn't bring anything."

Chu Ming, who was hiding to the side, quietly added: No, you brought anesthesia needles, a voice changer, powerful shoes, and most importantly, the protagonist's halo.

Chapter 43 The Petty-Minded Eldest Brother

Watching Conan and the other children awkwardly crawl through the dog hole, Chu Ming shook his head inwardly. How could a human body go through a dog hole?

The door for people to enter and exit was tightly locked, while the hole for dogs to crawl through was wide open—and I chose to climb over the wall. Chu Ming muttered to himself, feeling a bit melodramatic, as he climbed over the wall. He remembered which episode this was from; it seemed like a son accidentally killed his father, and the mother, to help her son avoid imprisonment, locked him in the basement for five years… What a mother-son relationship!

As the children entered, a light rain began to fall, with occasional flashes of lightning. Ayumi stood in the doorway, looking at the eerie interior, feeling a pang of fear.

But with encouragement from Genta and Mitsuhiko, she went inside, but suddenly, she felt as if she had bumped into something.