Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

In particular, Gin's words sounded much more reliable than Granbury's. Granbury had previously spoken as if he had a complete grasp of the FBI's movements, but now it was clear that he was indeed exaggerating in his usual way.

"When will we take action?" Amuro Tooru asked, unusually menacing. "Where are those FBI agents?"

Unfortunately, Chu Ming was destined to disappoint him. Since it wasn't a real battle against the FBI, there was no need to bring Amuro Tooru along for this part; it would be easy for them to be exposed.

"Vodka has already led his men there. Rum's intelligence indicates that Akai Shuichi has not been spotted at the FBI headquarters. Vodka is more than capable of leading the team, and the antidote should be delivered soon."

This is also why he just sent Vodka away. After all, Vodka has a leg injury, which would be difficult to hide from Bourbon when they act together later. It's better to make the injury seem plausible.

Leading an ambush on an FBI gathering, only to be hit in the thigh by a stray bullet—that's a pretty reasonable excuse, right?

So when Vodka returned clearly injured and handed the ampoule to Gin, Amuro Tooru's eyes were completely focused on the ampoule, without a hint of doubt as to why Vodka was injured.

"Is this the antidote?" Amuro Tooru swallowed hard, feeling a little nervous. Was this the antidote that could save all of Japan?

Chu Ming picked up the ampoule, shook it, and looked at it against the sun. His tone was calm: "It should be, but there's only one. We can't let the organization study it first."

Chu Ming handed the ampoule to Amuro Tooru and instructed him, "If anyone asks you who you got this ampoule from, do you know what to say?"

Amuro Tooru felt a chill run down his spine. This must be Chu Ming's true intention; he wanted to drag the authorities into the mess and then work together to deal with the FBI!

Seeing the sudden wariness that appeared on Amuro Tooru's face, Chu Ming slowly added, "The organization has suffered such a severe disaster this time, and has also given the authorities such a big gift. It's not unreasonable to hope that the authorities will join forces to deal with the FBI, is it?"

Before Amuro Tooru could turn around, he muttered to himself, "It's not excessive at all. I even feel like I'm at a disadvantage. You see, we work so hard, and in the end, the fruits of our labor are all reaped by those who don't work for them. Sigh—especially since even if you say something, the government might not be willing to break with the US afterward..."

"..."

Amuro Tooru felt his fist harden.

Granburg's words seem to make some sense...

The authorities may not actually want to fall out with the FBI, and in the end, it is very likely that the matter will simply fizzle out.

But why?

What gives those damn FBI bastards the right to do whatever they want in his country?

Chapter 552 Antidote

Seeing that Amuro Tooru's attitude had visibly softened, Chu Ming knew that the matter was settled.

He beckoned to Vodka, signaling him to bring over the prepared antidote.

A moment later, Vodka came over carrying a small silver box and placed it on the table.

Presumably because it needed to be stored at low temperatures, there was a thin layer of water mist on the surface of the box. In front of Amuro Tooru, Chu Ming clicked open the box. Inside was an ampoule surrounded by ice. The light blue liquid swayed slightly in the bottle and looked particularly clear in the mist formed by the low temperature.

"This is the antidote?" Amuro Tooru's eyes were burning. He reached out to touch it, then withdrew his hand. Was this the antidote that could save Japan?

Chu Ming neatly closed the box and tossed it toward Amuro Tooru.

Amuro Tooru, unusually flustered, caught the box, afraid he might accidentally shatter Japan's last hope: "Why did you just throw it! What if the antidote is ruined!"

"So what if it's ruined? It's not like it's anything important." Chu Ming waved his hand, yawning nonchalantly. "It's getting late. Go do what you need to do. I thought your acting was pretty good during the mission. You probably don't need Vermouth to give you special training, right? Do you need me to send someone to assist you?"

"No need, I know what I'm doing." When Amuro Toru joined the organization, he used the persona of a mysterious intelligence merchant, which earned him Rum's favor. He then joined the intelligence team and received a codename. Although his journey wasn't smooth, it was generally without any major setbacks.

But ever since he was transferred to Granbury, the organization's style has felt strangely off...

How come he didn't notice the strange atmosphere in the organization before?

From the moment he started working with Granburg, his mysterious and enigmatic big shot persona never came to fruition again.

Forget it, the past is too painful to recall. After this operation, we'll finally see the true face of that organization's boss. He needs to hurry up and send the antidote back to the Public Security Bureau so that the authorities can send someone to the research institute to study it.

Let's just use the excuse Granbury came up with for him when we talk to the outside world.

We can't really ask him to act in a play; he'd be better off using that time to help maintain order.

After Amuro Tooru left, Chu Ming also left directly.

After all, sitting there like an idiot watching Gin clean his gun was just too boring.

He still needs to check what the situation is like with the robots.

He directly activated the miniature camera provided by the system he had previously installed, to see how Conan and the others, whom he had locked in the room, were doing.

The moment the screen popped up, it delivered a devastating opening screen attack.

In the center of the room lay a clump of charred ashes, and the robot disguised as him lay on the empty bed with only a wooden plank.

What are you doing?

He's not dead yet!

Why didn't they even put a sheet on his bed?

bang——

There was a loud bang.

Chu Ming turned the camera around and looked over. Xiao Lan was preparing to kick the door, and the double-layered iron door he had carefully chosen was already dented in quite a bit.

As expected of a Valkyrie, even this can't hold her back...

Chu Ming slowly coughed a few times while maneuvering the robot, and after breathing heavily for a moment, he opened his eyes.

Ai Haibara, who had been taking care of him the whole time, was the first to come over: "Brother Chu Ming, you're awake?"

The sound even made Xiao Lan, who was kicking the door, stop and run over. Several heads, big and small, all wrapped up tightly, crowded around the bed: "Brother Chu Ming, how are you feeling?"

Chu Ming coughed twice, his voice hoarse: "Go away, stay away from me, I've been infected with the virus..."

"It's alright, we're all in this room now, there's nowhere to hide, and we've all taken precautions." Conan patted Chu Ming reassuringly. "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Chu Ming struggled to sit up, his eyes filled with anxiety: "That group of people... they want to spread the virus throughout Japan. We have to stop them, or Japan will be—"

The robot couldn't finish its sentence; its brows and eyes were filled with grief and anxiety, resembling a good young man worried about his country.

This is completely different from Chu Ming, who was laughing heartily in front of the monitor.

"When we were locked up, the kidnapper also splashed the virus on us, but we made our own masks and put them on immediately. Although we are a little dizzy, it's not that serious." Conan recounted Chu Ming's condition after he fell into a coma.

"Although the virus would leak out as soon as the door was opened, I always felt that the kidnappers must have other methods. In any case, I should get out first. The virus is afraid of high temperature. I still had the lighter that the uncle in the restaurant had, so I used the bed sheet as an ignition point to burn the air. I don't know if it will work, but it's better than nothing."

Conan turned around and pointed to the door that Ran had kicked out of the pit: "Unfortunately, the fire is a bit scorching. There are no windows in the room, and the door is closed. The only connection to the outside world is through the small hole at the top, so we need to open the door as soon as possible."

Chu Ming forced himself to sit up: "I'll help too."

Ai Haibara shoved him down: "What help are you? Just rest. How can you help in this state?"

Conan looked at Chu Ming, who was being pinned down by Ai Haibara, and nodded silently. He also advised, "Yeah, Chu Ming, even Ai Haibara can hold you down with your strength now. You shouldn't be so stubborn."

After all, it wasn't his own body; Chu Ming, who was merely controlling a robot, thought: ...

He silently changed from lying down to crawling, watching helplessly as Xiaolan kicked the door open.

Once, twice, three times...

Finally, thanks to Xiaolan's persistent efforts, a large hole was kicked open in the door with a loud bang.

"Wow!" several children exclaimed excitedly, "Sister Xiaolan is amazing!"

Conan was also overjoyed, but also a little wary: "Shh—keep your voice down. They probably couldn't hear us kicking the door from inside, but the last kick should have been very loud. Let's be careful."

Xiao Lan nodded, and the group waited on both sides of the gate as if facing a formidable enemy for a long time, but there was still no movement outside.

While Conan and the others were on guard at the door, Ai Haibara quietly asked Chu Ming, "What happened? Why did you suddenly—"

Chu Ming paused. He knew that Ai Haibara would definitely ask him. Originally, his script was not like this. He had already arranged the script for himself. He would pretend to be kidnapped by bandits, then successfully escape, disguise himself as a robber and return to the crowd, and finally show great power to save everyone.

Unfortunately, plans cannot keep up with changes.

After he returned to the living room, he went too far and his crazy behavior got out of control. Anyone with eyes could see that he was not a good person. How could he pretend to be one?

They could only make the best of a bad situation and quickly throw the robot in before Conan and the others were locked up, barely managing to plug the loophole.

“They wanted to use this to lure out the FBI, and I wanted to stop them, but Granburg—” Chu Ming hesitated, lowered his head slightly, and his bangs covered his eyes, making him look much more melancholy. “In the argument, we accidentally broke the bottle, and the virus was released.”

Ai Haibara's eyes widened: "Then Granburg too—"

Chu Ming knew what Ai Haibara wanted to ask, and shook his head: "I'm fine now. The fever I had before was probably a bodily reaction caused by the antidote and the virus fighting in my body. The organization has the antidote. We were all vaccinated before we participated in this mission. I asked to be locked up here because most of the virus was on me. I was afraid that the virus would spread if I went out, so I asked them to lock me up here temporarily."

"Haibara, Chu Ming, stop chatting! Quick, no one's coming, let's go!" Conan and the others had already gone out and were now poking their heads in from the hole, urging Chu Ming and Ai Haibara to leave quickly.

Chapter 553 Infection

Chu Ming stopped talking and, under Ai Haibara's pained gaze, slowly crawled out of the hole Ran had dug.

His face was still flushed, and although the red rash that had covered his face had disappeared, the blisters on his neck and body had burst, and blood was slowly seeping out. His lips were also a little chapped from lack of water, but he still insisted on following behind Conan and the others.

Conan looked at Chu Ming with some concern and couldn't help but advise, "Brother Chu Ming, why don't you find a room to rest? You don't look like you're in good shape..."

Chu Ming shook his head: "The fever I just had was probably just the body's immune system's protective mechanism. I feel much better now and should be fine. How can just a few of you handle facing so many armed bandits?"

"But you're bleeding—okay..."

Conan was somewhat helpless. Looking at Chu Ming's strong yet determined eyes despite his weakness and injury, he knew he couldn't persuade him. He could only repeatedly tell him to rest if he felt unwell and not to push himself.

The corridor was deserted. Conan led the children furtively back to the living room, not encountering a single person along the way.

"What happened? Where did all those robbers go?" Mitsuhiko asked in a low voice. "Did they kidnap everyone on the airship?"

“How could that be? Why would they arrest everyone? Those bad guys clearly said they wanted to use us to infect the virus,” Ayumi retorted.

Genta joined the discussion in a low voice: "Maybe they've locked everyone in a big room and sprayed poison in there. Isn't that what they show on TV?"

Conan glanced back at the children, then turned back with a serious expression: "I have a very important task for you. Are you capable of handling it?"