Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

She frantically hugged her child who was slowly sliding down the slope, and helplessly discovered that the child's face and hands, which had just been in contact with the water droplets, were starting to break out in tiny red rashes at a visible speed, interspersed with some transparent blisters, which looked extremely frightening.

Children around them also began to fall ill one after another, screaming, crying, and shouting, creating chaos all around.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Could it be that the red Siamese cats have released a virus here? Didn't they say they were going to do something big within seven days?!"

Instantly, the entire amusement park erupted into chaos, with everyone scrambling to escape the contaminated place filled with the virus.

They pushed and shoved each other, jostling and pushing like headless flies. People fell down but no one stopped. The scene was out of control, and chaos became the defining characteristic of the time.

The park's security guards tried to keep people inside, because anyone with a brain knows that once everyone in the park is dispersed, it's like water droplets flowing into the sea—it becomes very difficult to control the crowd.

But it was no use, absolutely no use. A few security guards couldn't stop the surging crowd at all. They could only watch helplessly as a large group of people carrying the virus emerged from the amusement park gates and scattered like sand in the desert.

Moments later, after receiving the news, the fully armed police arrived and faced the deserted amusement park entrance with grim expressions: "We must send all citizens who have appeared in the amusement park to the hospital for isolation, otherwise, given the transmissibility of this virus, the whole of Japan is probably not far from being overrun."

At this moment, Chu Ming was completely unaware of the police's predicament, but he leisurely opened his phone to contact Bourbon.

"Do you want to be a good person, Bourbon? Your chance has finally come. Opportunity always belongs to those who are prepared. Get ready!"

Bourbon, who received the message at this moment: What kind of trouble is Granbury up to now?

Chapter 547 Who do you think you are?

While waiting for Bourbon's reply, Gin and the others had already put on gas masks, and Chianti and Cohen had poured the virus into the water tank on the airship, then evenly sprinkled it onto the ground through the airship's downward air vents.

Chu Ming took the gas mask from Gin and put it on. Through the window, he could see fine water droplets drifting downwards with the wind.

The airship flew very high, and Chu Ming looked down with great interest. All the objects on the ground appeared to be the size of ants. Even though his eyesight had been enhanced many times, it was still difficult to see the reactions of the people on the ground with the naked eye.

Even though he didn't see the view he wanted, Chu Ming was still in high spirits. He leaned on the windowsill, watching the scenery pass by below, and his voice, coming through the mask, sounded a bit muffled: "Is everything arranged?"

Gin nodded and stood beside him by the window: "It's all arranged. There were a few bombs planted by the Red Siamese Cats on the airship earlier, which we can use."

Chu Ming glanced at Kogoro Mouri and the others, who were getting restless because there were fewer people in the living room now, and scoffed. He then raised his voice and said, "Don't be too impulsive, or I won't mind having a few more test subjects here. After all, you're going to get infected in Japan sooner or later anyway. Getting infected early means you can enjoy it sooner, and getting infected late means you'll be spared."

"..." If looks could kill, Chu Ming would probably have been torn to pieces countless times by now.

Seeing the angry glares from the crowd, Chu Ming shook his head, which was covered by a gas mask, his smile unable to be hidden even by the mask: "Look at you all, it's just a virus, don't worry too much. Anyway, those of you on the front lines who came into contact with the virus are not going to survive. I'm not afraid to tell you. Our employers are still very merciful. When the outbreak starts on a large scale in Japan, our employers will definitely bring the antidote to Japan. As for when they will arrive—that depends on how tough your officials are."

Seeing the robbers confidently declare that they themselves were doomed, the members of the Red Siamese Cat gang on the Red side were on the verge of collapse. Mizukawa Masaki, who was posing as a producer for Nichiuri TV, even burst into tears: "If only I hadn't gotten on the airship today, I wouldn't have run into all this trouble. How did things get to this point—"

Kasumi Nishitani, who was standing next to him, was also starting to break down. She had been shot in the wrist by Gin when she was sneaking to take out a pistol. The pain was screaming wildly and attacking her brain. The fear of the virus, combined with the pain, finally made her break down.

"Shut up! Go find the boss! The boss is so smart, he definitely knows what to do. What's the use of just crying!" Xi Gu Xia thought her voice was very soft, but the living room was very quiet, and her voice was a bit high-pitched because of her injury, so everyone could hear her suddenly loud voice.

"Boss?" Gin turned and stared at her, his sharp gaze piercing through the gas mask and landing directly on Nishiya Kasumi's face. His tone was gentle, yet carried an unyielding chill. "Where is your boss?"

As Gin slowly approached, Nishiya Kasumi's mental defenses collapsed instantly. Her legs went weak and she sat down on the ground, protecting her injured hand. She crawled backward on all fours, screaming and revealing everything she knew. Mizukawa and Ishimoto tried to stop her but couldn't.

"So, besides the few people invited by the Suzuki family, everyone else on this airship is from your Red Siamese Cats?" Gin didn't speak, but Chianti, who was on the front lines of gossip, glanced at Suzuki Jirokichi after hearing the truth, her tone somewhat contemptuous, "Your airship is practically infiltrated to the point of being riddled with holes. Even without us, you probably wouldn't have been able to keep your airship, would you?"

Jirokichi Suzuki was clearly surprised that the aerial cage he had meticulously built to capture Kid was full of loopholes, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Go and bring his boss over here." Chu Ming turned and instructed Vodka, but then thought it over and felt it wasn't safe enough. After all, Vodka's fighting skills didn't seem very good, and it would be ridiculous if he were caught off guard. So he gestured to Vermouth with his chin, "You go with him."

Before long, Vermouth dragged the bound Takamichi Fujioka over, followed by Vodka, who seemed a bit evasive and walked with stiff steps.

Chu Ming glanced at Fujioka Takamichi, whose face was bruised and swollen, clearly having been beaten up, and then at Vodka, who was looking down and clearly didn't dare to meet his eyes. He was a little puzzled and turned to Vermouth with a questioning look.

Vermouth suppressed a laugh, pointed to her waist and thighs, then to the vodka, silently conveying a message to Chu Ming.

Upon receiving the message, Chu Ming slowly walked to Vodka's side and noticed a large footprint on his clothes at the waist, clearly left by Fujioka Takamichi. There was also a gunshot wound on his leg, from which blood was gushing.

Chu Ming moved over silently and poked his waist with a finger.

Vodka jolted in pain, a cry of agony about to escape his lips, but he swallowed it back down. He turned to look at Chu Ming with a hint of accusation, his eyes slightly moist as he wasn't wearing sunglasses. Combined with the face Chu Ming had carefully chosen for him, he instantly gave off the impression of a tough guy acting coquettishly.

"How did you get hurt?" Chu Ming's voice carried a hint of amusement. "So careless? Don't you know it would hurt me?"

Vodka took a big step back, looking at Chu Ming with a chill and a hint of fear in his eyes, wondering what Chu Ming was up to this time.

"What are you hiding for? Tell me, how did you get hurt? Don't you have any sense of caution?"

“No—” Vodka stammered, “When I went in, he was lying on the ground with red marks on his face and hands. I thought he had caught the virus somewhere, so I was going to check on him. But then he suddenly kicked me and fired a shot. I didn’t have time to react…”

Seeing Gin cast a cold gaze his way, Vodka's voice trailed off. Ultimately, it was his own fault for not being able to defend himself. It was clear that he had been spending less time on missions with his older brother lately, and his basic vigilance had vanished. If Vermouth hadn't been with him, he probably would have escaped.

Chu Ming waved his hand, unusually speaking up for Vodka: "Don't be angry. After all, he's always been so impulsive. Aren't you used to it?"

Seeing Gin's gaze grow even colder, Vodka felt like crying inside. "Don't add fuel to the fire!"

Seeing this, Chu Ming's smile widened. He turned to look at Fujioka Takamichi, his eyes turning cold, but his tone becoming even gentler: "Although our Afu is a bit silly, only I can bully him. Who do you think you are, daring to hurt him?"

As he spoke, he forcibly pried open Fujioka Takamichi's mouth, poured half a vial of virus into it, and then splashed the rest all over him. He then held him down with one hand, pushed open the airship window with the other, and threw him directly out.

Vodka stood there dumbfounded, not daring to utter a sound, watching Chu Ming's fluid and graceful movements.

Chapter 548 The Ultimate Scapegoat - Shuichi Akai

Watching a life being taken right before their eyes, Inspector Nakamori's expression instantly turned solemn: "You—"

"How could you be so cruel? This is a living, breathing person!" Chu Ming interrupted Officer Nakamori, his tone strange, and finished his sentence for him.

Ignoring Officer Nakamori's face, which turned ashen instantly, Chu Ming stepped forward and, with a slight movement of his fingers, took the phone that the red Siamese cat had just given him.

By the time Officer Nakamori realized what was happening and tried to snatch it back, Chu Ming had already quietly retreated to the back, taking out his phone and quickly sending the information that Nishitani Kasumi had just revealed to Officer Nakamori's superior. This included information that some people, including Red Siamese Cat, were planning to steal antiques in Nara while the monks at the temple were avoiding the virus, and that others were waiting to meet them under the Akashi Kaikyo Bridge in Osaka. He sent it all out at once.

Seeing Officer Nakamori staring at him nervously, Chu Ming waved his phone in his hand: "What are you doing? Helping you find work. I've reported all the information she just gave me. That way, even if you die for the virus this time, at least you'll still have some credit. No need to thank me too much. Just tell me your bank card password before you die."

"..."

Seeing that Officer Nakamori was silent and staring blankly, Chu Ming wasn't embarrassed. He casually tossed his phone onto the table and said, "Don't look at me like that. We're just doing this for money. You're all going to die anyway, so I'm not afraid to tell you the truth."

Taking advantage of the absence of Conan and Ai Haibara, who both knew the truth, Chu Ming began to throw all sorts of accusations around, "You all know about the FBI, right? They've recently lost a lot of elites in Japan. According to their investigation, it's inseparable from your Public Security Bureau, which is why they decided to carry out this operation."

He paused, then continued his fabrication: "So, personally, I think it's probably because they feel that the brat has grown up, started to get arrogant, and dares to boss his father around. So they're planning to teach you a lesson and, incidentally, make the brat more obedient, so that it won't be difficult for them to do things here in the future."

Officer Nakamori's face was beyond just black; probably no Japanese police officer would have a good impression of the FBI after hearing Chu Ming's words.

But so what if he didn't give me a friendly look? He was just telling the truth.

Chu Ming straightened up and sighed deeply: "So, if you really end up in heaven, you'll have someone to hold accountable your grievances. I've told you the truth before you died, so you won't die unjustly. For someone who's just doing a job for money, I've done all I could. Now that your time is up, enjoy the last moments of your lives."

After saying that, Chu Ming waved the rope he had just taken out to Lafitte and the others behind him. The group quickly tied everyone in the living room together. After they had tied everyone up and left the living room, Chu Ming shook the ampoule in his hand, slowly connected the small bomb to the ampoule, opened the window, and hung the virus on the edge of several windows.

"The airship is already on autopilot. At this speed, it will crash into Tsutenkaku Tower in Osaka in about half an hour. The violent impact will detonate the bomb. At that time, Osaka will become the perfect breeding ground for the virus, until it spreads throughout Japan." After settling everything, Chu Ming stood at the door, elegantly bowing to the bound group with his hand on his chest. "Well then, everyone, farewell. Scarface Mercenaries wish you a safe journey to heaven."

Then, Chu Ming walked briskly and followed the others to the top of the airship, where a helicopter that had been arranged in advance was already waiting.

"Hurry up, Afu, you drive—or Gin, how about you go? Afu is injured, so we need to drive faster. The Metropolitan Police Department has already received the news, and once their helicopters take off, it will be difficult to shake them off." As soon as Chu Ming boarded the plane, he immediately ordered the pilot to make way. According to the message he had just sent, the Metropolitan Police Department had probably already been mobilized, and they needed an experienced driver.

Vodka, seeing Gin's face darken instantly, swallowed hard. "No, no, no, I'll go, I'll go. My injury isn't serious. I can do it. I'll drive, I'll drive."

After saying that, he quickly squeezed past the driver and sat in the cockpit, away from the somewhat tense atmosphere in the back.

Just kidding. If he actually goes along with Granburg's whining because of this leg injury, his older brother would probably break both of his legs on the training field tomorrow, so badly that they'd be comminuted fractures that wouldn't even be able to be set.

"Go straight to the public base." Gin said, tearing off his disguise, leaning back in his chair, and slightly raising his eyelids to look at Chu Ming. "You can begin your next plan."

“Indeed, but I still need to find a few people to impersonate FBI agents—” Chu Ming said, glancing thoughtfully at Gin.

"Hmm?" Gin frowned, somewhat impatient, after being scrutinized from head to toe by Chu Ming several times.

"Big brother, have you ever told me that you and Shuichi Akai are actually a bit alike—" Chu Ming stroked his chin, "Do you want to…"

Before he could finish speaking, Gin's face darkened, and his murderous aura surged: "Do I look like Shuichi Akai?"

Chianti instinctively shrank closer to Cohen, trying her best to minimize her presence, afraid of being seen by the currently enraged Gin.

Despite facing the murderous aura, Chu Ming remained unfazed and continued cheerfully: "Does Akai Shuichi resemble you? They're the same. The main question is, are you interested in participating in my second scene?"

"Hmph." Gin chuckled coldly, slightly suppressing his murderous aura, but his tone was completely uninterested. "Back then, Bourbon and Shuichi Akai didn't get along, but correspondingly, he understood Shuichi Akai very well. He wouldn't believe that Shuichi Akai could do something like this. I suggest you find someone else."

Chu Ming smiled slyly: "He won't believe it, but if he investigates and finds out that this virus was created by Shuichi Akai to subvert the organization, but it was accidentally used by high-ranking FBI officials, resulting in Japan becoming what it is today, do you think he'll take his anger out on him?"

After all, Bourbon is a complete and utter homosexual.

Faced with Shuichi Akai, who had deeply hurt his lover and, in his mind, had also caused the death of his friend, Bourbon probably wanted to kill him.

The stronger Bourbon's killing intent, the closer he gets to the abyss, and then he'll gain a powerful lieutenant.

Chapter 549 You Look Very Haggard

At this time, Amuro Tooru was unaware of the big-name director and big-budget production that awaited his cameo appearance as the male lead, and was still working hard on the organization's mission.

After Chu Ming exposed Bourbon's undercover identity to Gin and the others, he temporarily transferred him from Rum's command. Although Bourbon was still directly under Rum's management, Chu Ming took over all mission assignments.

During this period, Bourbon was kept extremely busy by the tasks remotely issued by Chu Ming and Vermouth.

At that moment, Bourbon was taking a break from his busy schedule to eat fast food in his car. He chewed the rice in his mouth and sighed softly.

Being given an important position by the organization is a good thing, as it means I will soon be able to get involved in the organization's core tasks. However, I feel that I have been having a harder time lately than when I was in the police force, and I don't even have time to take advantage of the organization.

In the past, his missions always involved high-end hotels and exquisite Western meals, with steak, desserts, and red wine to choose from. But now, he has been reduced to a life of being a corporate slave, sleeping and eating in his car.

He devoured his boxed lunch in a whirlwind and drove off to Osaka. He still had two tasks to complete that day, and he had a feeling that his mission was gradually getting closer to a crucial point for the organization.

Suddenly, his cell phone in his hidden pocket started vibrating. He touched the pocket on his chest, his gaze darkening slightly. This was the cell phone he used to contact the police. He had warned Kazami not to contact this number unless it was an emergency. Had something happened?

He answered the phone, and as he listened, his brows furrowed tightly. After a long while, he hung up without saying a word.

virus?

Water pollution?

Are infected people fleeing en masse?

Is he still asleep?