Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Gin didn't have a very good impression of Bourbon. After all, a hard-working model worker who diligently completes tasks to accumulate funds would not like a colleague who spends money extravagantly, slacks off at work, and is mysterious and hard to find.

But what's going on now?

He went through all the tasks roughly, and wrote "Bourbon" on the back of many of the tasks he had completed.

Ha, has it been too long since he killed anyone, and he can't handle a gun anymore?

How could Bourbon dare to change all the tasks he had done before and claim that he had done them himself?

Just as Gin's murderous aura was surging, Vodka gently knocked on the door from the outside: "Big brother, are you awake? The action team is having a gathering at Black Bar today, organized by Granbury. If we don't go over there soon, the bar might be demolished."

reunion?

When did this happen?

Have you finished all your tasks? Why are you still thinking about having a party?

Whose idea was this? Granbury? Who is that? Is there such a person in the organization?

Gin opened the door with a frown, his whole body radiating a chilling murderous aura, startling Vodka who was waiting at the door. He hadn't seen his older brother so menacing in a long time.

"Big brother?" Vodka was a little hesitant, wondering what Gin was angry about.

Gin looked at the vodka in front of him. He had just parted ways with vodka before going to bed. After all, vodka had stayed up with him for several days and looked much thinner.

But the vodka in front of him now had skin that was fair and hadn't seen the sun for a long time, completely unlike the bronze color he had gotten from crouching under the scorching sun guarding the target. Moreover, he was visibly several sizes bigger than when they parted!

what happened?

Is this Vermouth in disguise?

No, this is indeed vodka. After all, vodka has been with him for several years, so it's impossible that he doesn't recognize it.

Gin sensed something was wrong; ever since he woke up, everything felt different.

He slightly lowered his gaze, revealing nothing, and instead gestured slightly with his chin towards Vodka: "Let's go, go get the car ready, we're going to the bar."

He needed to go to the organization's stronghold to find out the specifics, but to be on the safe side, he had to make some preparations in case it turned out to be a trap set by Vodka's betrayal.

After returning to his room, Gin put on his bulletproof vest and his trench coat, which was practically a mini arsenal, before going downstairs to wait for Vodka.

But just as Vodka drove up to him, he still felt something was very wrong.

This isn't his car!

Gin's hand emerged from his pocket, his Beretta pressed against Vodka's chin, and his murderous aura surged.

Vodka was startled when Gin suddenly pulled out his gun. He looked at his older brother blankly, then suddenly a thought flashed through his mind: this must be Granbury reporting him again!

He said, sounding aggrieved, "Big brother, Granbury is lying! Don't be fooled by him! I'm your most loyal little brother!"

What is this all about?

Gin's eyes were icy: "Why are you driving this car? My previous one—"

He meant to ask what had changed about his beloved Porsche, but Vodka misunderstood.

He suddenly cried out in protest, "That really was Granbury who made me drive, and it was Shuichi Akai who blew up the car! I was just a small fry! Is Granbury spreading rumors about this again? Don't believe him, bro!"

Gin keenly discerned the truth from Vodka's brief words: his beloved car had exploded.

Was it Shuichi Akai who did it?

Is it also related to Granburg, which vodka mentioned?

After staring at the vodka for a while, Gin confirmed that the vodka wasn't lying and got into the car: "To the bar."

He wanted to see just who this so-called Granbury really was!

As soon as the car stopped in front of the Black Bar, Gin got out and heard wailing and screaming coming from inside the bar, interspersed with sounds like musical instruments.

???

Gin felt that his questions were growing. Black Bar was an important place for the organization's members to take on missions or occasionally meet up. Generally speaking, it was a quiet place and had never been so lively before.

He pushed open the door, his icy aura sweeping over the group of people in the bar.

The people sitting in the booths were all familiar faces: Vermouth, Lafitte, Cohen, Chianti, Bourbon, and others. They were all gathered together, watching a brown-haired boy on stage who looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school student.

The boy had delicate features and was puffing out his cheeks as he played the suona without any regard for his image. The sound was cheerful and exciting, soaring straight into the sky.

He played the flute with great enthusiasm, and the audience listened with great interest.

This doesn't look like an organized party; it's downright chaos!

This one I haven't seen before must be the Granburg that Vodka mentioned.

Gin walked over slowly, found an empty seat, and sat down right next to Bourbon.

Chu Ming put down the suona. He had leveled up his suona skills when he was drunk before, and in order not to waste them, he would show off a piece to everyone every time he organized a gathering.

This can also be considered a close interaction with future subordinates.

Chu Ming grinned and hooked his arm around Bourbon's neck, then leaned close to Gin: "How was it, Gin? Was my piece today pretty good?"

Gin lowered his head and took a sip of his drink, completely ignoring Chu Ming.

Chu Ming wasn't surprised, since Gin was always the only one who cared a lot about his image at gatherings and never played with the others.

But today, he's brought a new way to play.

Chu Ming shook the cards in his hand, his smile widening: "Today's party games are new! Instead of chess or cards, we're playing the King's Game!"

Gin slightly lifted his eyelids and glanced at Chu Ming. Although he wasn't superstitious, he had come to this point and guessed what was going on with him.

So, in order to gather more information, he did not object.

Seeing that even Gin didn't object, and since most people just liked to join in the fun, everyone agreed.

Chu Ming's sly smile spread across his face: "There are eight of us here, so we need nine cards. One card is the King, and the other eight are commoners, numbered 1-8. In the game, the King's orders are absolute; the commoners must unconditionally obey the King's commands. The person who draws the King card can randomly say one or two numbers and order the holder of those numbers to do anything. The numbers can only be revealed after the King has made his request. This is just a game; no retaliation is allowed afterward. How about that? Pretty exciting, right?"

Vermouth grasped the key point: "Eight numbers... so the king also has a number? What if the king points to his own number?"

Chu Ming blinked: "Of course—I'll do it the same way!"

Bourbon sat up slightly, his eyes scanning the crowd with interest: "This game is good."

Lafitte nodded in agreement; it was a game he, a person who enjoyed having fun, would like: "I think it's good too."

"Since everyone agrees, shall we begin?"

[Writing side stories is so much fun! This is also a little bit of a glimpse into how colorful the daily life of the organization is with Mingzai around~]

Chapter 558 Expectation

Potter suppressed his anger and asked through gritted teeth, "Get to the point, stop with the nonsense."

After his usual provocation, Chu Ming got down to business: "That FBI woman was with you before, right? How's she doing now? Is she still alive?"

Potter thought for a long time before remembering who Chu Ming was talking about: "You mean the foreign woman you brought back from your last operation? She's very stubborn, and we couldn't get any information out of Rum, so we sent her to me."

"Tsk—I hope she didn't see any secrets? I was planning to use her as bait, but if she saw anything, I'll have to change my plan." Chu Ming tapped the table lightly with his finger, his brows furrowed slightly.

Potter shook his head: "She's been here for a long time, and her injuries were too severe when she arrived. She's still not fully recovered. Plus, there have been a lot of experimental subjects lately, so I haven't been paying attention to her."

"Okay, then keep a close eye on her and make sure nothing goes wrong. This woman is a crucial part of my plan to lure the FBI. If she gets lost, I'll have to disguise myself, which will just add to my workload."

"I'm hanging up now if there's nothing else." Potter said irritably, preparing to hang up. It wasn't anything important; why not just send an email if it could be said in a single sentence? Who in the organization is as free as Granbury?

Before Chu Ming could say anything more, the light screen in front of him suddenly went out.

Sigh, Porter's patience is getting worse and worse. Next time I go to the lab, I'll have to bring more medicine to make up for the sadness of my video being taken down today.

*

Chu Ming stayed at the base obediently for a long time. The virus spread too quickly, and almost no place in Japan was spared from its infection.

Even with the antidote brought to the laboratory by Tooru Amuro, the Institute of Microbiology still took some time, developing the antidote just as the virus was about to disappear.

He had been observing Conan's whereabouts during this time, but this operation, personally planned by Chu Ming, failed to leave Conan with a single clue. Conan searched for a long time but still found nothing. With Ai Haibara's dissuasion from the side, Conan ultimately returned empty-handed.

With Ai Haibara covering Chu Ming's whereabouts, Conan never suspected anything.

Watching the TV repeatedly broadcast the good news that a cure for this virus had been developed, and the special praise given to the Institute of Microbiology for their hard work and dedication in developing the cure.

Chu Ming turned around and raised an eyebrow at Gin with a hint of pride: "Everything is going according to my plan. I'm really amazing."

Gin chuckled but didn't say anything.

Chu Ming didn't take it seriously and continued, "The virus incident is basically over now. The FBI will probably receive news of being smeared soon. Keep a close eye on them during this time. The FBI will probably send people into the country again. It would be best to find out where they are in one go, so that my next act will be easier."

Gin glanced at Vodka, who understood: "I've already notified the intelligence team, and Rum said he'll have people keep a close eye on things. But Rum also asked how you plan to handle Bourbon."

Chu Ming smiled and said, "Bourbon, when he comes back to complete the mission this time, I can take him to contact the BOSS. I had him prepare for Rum's brainwashing beforehand. Don't worry, after this incident, you will see a Bourbon who is completely loyal to the organization."

Gin gripped the glass tightly and poured cold water on Chu Ming in a low voice: "These rats are trained. Don't end up sending out intelligence instead of turning him to his side."

“I know they are all determined, but I have done a lot of groundwork to take down Bourbon. Even if he eventually breaks free from the brainwashing, can someone who has been corrupted return to the sunlight?” Chu Ming’s eyes were deep as he leaned back on the sofa and glanced at Gin. “For someone like Bourbon who carries too much burden, we have to start with what he cares about.”

"You know what you're doing." Gin didn't care at all. Even if Bourbon failed to brainwash him, it would just be another shot to him.

Chu Ming waved his phone: "I've already emailed the little hero in Japan. He's coming to the base to see the BOSS soon. I'll go and let the BOSS know first."

"You haven't even told the boss about introducing Bourbon to him yet?" Vodka asked, somewhat surprised. "You're already using this as leverage before the boss has even agreed?"

"I forgot—" Chu Ming stretched. "It's okay, the BOSS won't disagree. Anyway, it's just through a video, and we can't see the BOSS in person. At most, we'll see a fat crow."

"..." Vodka was speechless. Only Chu Ming would talk about meeting the BOSS so casually.