Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

"The second plan—I hope it goes smoothly."

Chu Ming watched as Vodka drove the car into a dark warehouse, where Kir and Chianti were already waiting.

After Gin and the others got out of the car, Chu Ming leaned against the car window, waving away the dust that was flying everywhere because of people moving around, and watched as the people in the other cars got out one after another and gathered around Gin.

"What exactly happened? Why did DJ suddenly collapse to the ground? Did one of you intervene beforehand?" Kiel asked, somewhat puzzled.

"The informant lurking in the hospital sent word that DJ went for a check-up and is fine; he was probably just too tired." Vodka opened his phone and looked at the intelligence sent by the outer team.

"Then what do we do next?"

"Around 4 p.m., the DJ's car will pass over the bridge, and the assassination will take place there. This time, Chianti and Cohen will provide support."

No sooner had Gin finished speaking than Chianti, who had been eagerly preparing to fire, protested: "Support? Why am I only allowed to provide support?"

Cohen echoed this sentiment in a firm voice: "I want to shoot."

Vodka tried to smooth things over: "Don't be like that. Every job is about completing a task. This time, the DJ is sitting in a car with specially made bulletproof glass, so it won't be as easy to attack as it is in the park."

After all, he was his subordinate. Although he was obsessed with fighting, he was loyal to the organization and quite capable. Gin didn't hesitate to teach him: "Moreover, the bodyguards sitting on both sides of him are from the Self-Defense Forces. Even if your bullet can penetrate the thinnest glass, you can't guarantee that you can hit DJ."

Chianti retorted irritably, "So how are you going to kill him? Are you planning to strip naked and stand on the bridge, flag down the DJ's car and ask for a ride, then have him take you inside?!"

Chu Ming suppressed a laugh. Wasn't Gin's sacrifice a bit too much?

Chapter 614 The waist is twisted

"Hahaha, this kind of thing might not be very appealing to Gin. It'll only work if Gin's sister makes an appearance~ After all, Gin's sister is truly stunning~" Chu Ming grinned maliciously, boasting about himself as he went on and on.

Knowing the truth, Vermouth chimed in with a laugh: "Indeed, it's been a long time since we've seen Gin's sister. She's more suitable to go for this kind of thing~ She'll definitely be able to bewitch Tsuchimon Yasunari."

"Gin's sister?" Chianti was the first to ask. "How come I've never seen her before?"

Chu Ming wagged his finger, looking mysterious: "Shh, because—it's a secret."

"Heh." Gin sneered, took a long stride, and pulled the man out of the car. Seeing Chu Ming with Akai Shuichi's face on his back, his anger flared even more. He punched Chu Ming directly in the stomach. "Then you can take this secret to hell."

"Heh heh, you can't hit me~" Chu Ming twisted his waist in a strange way, dodging Gin's fist. Just as he was about to counterattack, his expression suddenly changed, and he grabbed Gin's arm: "Ouch—wait! I twisted my waist... Ouch ouch ouch, it really twisted! Gin, don't move, don't move—Ouch ouch ouch, it hurts so much—I can't move, I can't move—Big brother, brother, you're my own brother, help me up—Ouch—Ouch ouch ouch—"

Gin frowned. He didn't have the habit of taking advantage of members of the organization, even though the person in front of him was Granbury, who made him incredibly itchy. He could only ignore Granbury's pitiful wails and shove him back into the car with a cold face.

Seeing the sudden turn of events, Vermouth thought about her saddest thoughts over and over again before she could hold back her laughter.

Gin ignored Chu Ming's whining, which sounded like background music, and turned around to continue giving instructions: "This mission will mainly be completed by Gil and Vermouth."

"Vermouth will fall off her motorcycle in front of the DJ, and when they get off to check on her, Kiel will take her down from behind."

"As for his two bodyguards, Chianti and Cohen will be in charge."

Kiel and Vermouth changed their clothes in Chianti's car and then put the clothes in Gin's car.

After all, only Gin's car will follow and pick them up, so they can change back into their clothes after they're done.

Since Chu Ming was already in Gin's car, and there wasn't enough room for everyone in Gin's car to pick up the two of them, Vodka was moved to Chianti's car to drive for the two snipers.

Vodka spread the map out on the roof of the car, and Gin stepped forward, pointing to one of the locations: "The ambush site is at VANE B. Cohen, over here. Chianti, you here. You two, get to work."

Chianti excitedly stroked his gun: "Don't worry, I'm sure I can hit the bullseye this time."

Cohen retorted, "Me too."

Vermouth and Gil set off on their motorcycles, one after the other. Gin drove the car and tossed a map and his phone to Chu Ming: "Sit in the passenger seat. You'll be in charge of all communication along the way."

Chu Ming let out a wail and silently squeezed forward from the empty space between the driver and passenger seats. The movement seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he leaned against the passenger seat: "Gin, your car is too small, I'm not very comfortable leaning against it."

Gin gave him a cold look, pretending not to hear what Chu Ming was saying, and started the car directly, saying bluntly: "Those FBI agents that Kiel attracted before will definitely show up. There are guns under the seats, which can be used if necessary."

There was no other way; Gin had already taken on the role of driver himself, so Chu Ming had to take over the responsibility of assisting him.

“Chianti and Cohen are in position, and Vermouth is ready. Now we're just waiting for Kiel to arrive.” Chu Ming leaned forward with difficulty and put the walkie-talkie back down. “She said she'll be here in a few minutes.”

Chianti was getting impatient: "Gin, I've been playing with the binoculars all day and haven't fired a single shot yet. Aren't you done yet? Men who keep people waiting are disliked, you know."

Chu Ming replied with a smile, "Although I really don't want to be disliked, it's not over yet. The DJ's car is still a distance from the bridge, and Kiel isn't in position yet."

"Hey, Granburg, the background noise on your end is a bit too loud, I can hardly hear what you're saying," Chianti said casually.

Chu Ming and Gin's expressions changed simultaneously. While driving, Gin gestured for Chu Ming to look at the two bags containing clothes that had suddenly appeared in the car.

Chu Ming sighed silently in resentment, resignedly unbuckled his seatbelt, reached behind him, and quickly picked out the shoe with chewing gum stuck to it.

Chu Ming casually grabbed a tissue and carefully pried the chewing gum off. He then pressed his lower back and carefully moved it back in. "My old back! Gin, can't you drive a little more steadily? You're not as good as Afu in this respect. Afu drives so steadily."

Gin rested one hand on the steering wheel and took the paper from Chu Ming's hand with the other. Looking at the familiar chewing gum and transmitter, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He wrapped the paper tightly, stuffed it into his coat pocket, and asked Chu Ming in a low voice, "Can the transmitter be traced back to its source?"

Chu Ming's fingers flew across the keyboard as he pulled up a program: "I can try, but it will take some time."

"Wait a minute." Gin suddenly stopped him. "Check the surveillance footage on the street near DJ first, and see if there's anything unusual around there."

Chu Ming understood Gin's meaning, because the transmitter and listening device found on Gil's shoes meant that the operation had been discovered. However, since the organization used coded language throughout the operation, the mission could theoretically continue.

However, Gin is cautious by nature, and a plan that has already been overheard is very likely to be leaked. Now, having Chu Ming investigate is to prevent potential dangers.

[Two chapters today~ Let me praise myself, I'm awesome!]

Chapter 615 Discovered

"There were no suspicious vehicles around the DJ, and no suspicious persons were found in the nearby buildings that could be checked."

With Hiroki's help, Chu Ming can now instantly hack into all surveillance cameras. Because of Hiroki's previous obstruction, Conan's only connection with the FBI was Jodie. Now that Jodie is dead, he has no way to contact the FBI.

Therefore, Conan had to fight alone in this operation. In addition, the FBI lost Conan's information channels and were left behind by Kir from the beginning. At this point, they probably only knew that the organization had been mobilized, but they didn't even know where the organization was.

As for Conan, Chu Ming glanced at the system focus and saw that he was heading this way, but there was still some distance between them.

It seems there's no way to save Tumen Kanghui in time.

Meanwhile, news came from Kiel that he had arrived at the target location and that DJ's car was about to arrive.

Chu Ming calmly watched the surveillance footage, and only after seeing Tumen Kanghui's car drive onto the bridge did he speak: "Let's move out."

With a light laugh, Vermouth pulled down her motorcycle helmet, twisted the handlebars, and with a deep hum, she charged down the slope, then smoothly rolled over, landing gracefully a short distance in front of Tumen Kanghui's car. The helmet came off her head, revealing a face covered in blood.

Tumen Kanghui's car braked suddenly. A moment later, the door opened, and two bodyguards escorted Tumen Kanghui out.

"Chianti, Cohen." Chu Ming didn't even need to say anything more. The two men, who were already itching for sex, immediately pulled the triggers in their hands, which were practically dripping with oil, as soon as they heard Chu Ming speak.

Two bullets struck the two bodyguards squarely in the temples, and they collapsed before they could even react.

As Tumen Kanghui watched his two bodyguards fall, he was about to retreat back into his car when a gust of wind swept past him. Kiel jumped off his motorcycle halfway down the road and shot him in the back of the head.

Tsuchimon Kanghui staggered two steps, and a gun appeared in Vermouth's hand as she fell to the ground. A bullet struck him between the eyebrows.

He fell backward.

Kiel stopped his motorcycle and shot the driver, who was about to open the door, dead.

“Vermouth, blow up DJ’s car, don’t leave any trace. Gin’s car is to your side and behind. Chianti and Cohen can leave now.” Chu Ming put down the intercom, grinned, and leaned back in his seat. “Can we go back after we pick them up? I think I really need my bed.”

"No, we still need to go somewhere else." Gin squeezed hard with his fingertips, crushing the transmitter Conan had left behind, but keeping the tightly wrapped listening device. Just then, Kir and Vermouth walked up from behind, got into the car, and also heard what Gin said.

"What are you talking about? Where are you going?" Vermouth pulled off her disguise and crossed her legs.

"Go to the Mori Detective Agency."

"The agency? Looking for Kogoro Mouri? You have something to ask him to do? What, can't Abu?" Chu Ming yawned and lazily nestled in his seat.

Vermouth's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly interjected, "What are you talking about? I'm completely confused. Why are you suddenly bringing up that detective?"

"A listening device and a transmitter were found on Kir's shoes, exactly the same as the one Sherry put in my car back then, and they were even wrapped in chewing gum. Hmph, I just had someone investigate, and the only person who went to Kir's place this morning was Kogoro Mouri. Hmph, trying to find out the organization's secrets, doesn't he even know if he'll live to hear them?"

Gin snorted coldly, exuding murderous intent. He picked up the walkie-talkie and directly notified the people in the other car, "Don't rush to leave after the mission is complete. There's another one coming."

"Wow, perfect timing! I haven't even had a chance to get my hands on that gun yet!" Chianti's voice was full of excitement. "Where is the location?"

"The location is, Beika Town, 5th cho, Mouri Detective Agency." Gin turned the car around with one hand and sped towards Beika Town.

Unlike Chianti's excitement, Vermouth and Gil's expressions changed slightly, especially Gil's. She instantly thought of Conan picking up his shoes earlier. "You mean—"

“I had someone check. The only person you had contact with before today’s operation was Kogoro Mouri. If you were someone who was stalked a few days ago, you should have noticed.” Gin didn’t suspect Kir. After all, if she had orchestrated the whole thing, she wouldn’t have left the clothes in his car.

Vermouth was anxious inside, but maintained a calm demeanor. However, her words clearly defended him: "But to suspect him just because of this... Maybe he stepped on it outside. You said yourself, there was chewing gum on it..."

Gin keenly sensed something was amiss. Driving, his tone was icy: "You seem—very concerned about that famous detective..."

Chu Ming pulled out a lollipop from somewhere and put it in his mouth. Hearing this, he chimed in, "That's right, that's right. You can just care about Gin, why are you concerned about the famous detective? Don't you know he'll get jealous?"

Seeing Chu Ming like this, Vermouth couldn't help but get a little angry. Gin was clearly going to make a move against Kogoro Mouri, and Granburg was still making jokes here, which prevented her from doing anything.

Gin drove on without changing his expression. Everyone in the organization had experienced Chu Ming's sharp tongue, especially now that he had twisted his back and couldn't be beaten up, so it was better to just pretend he didn't hear it.

Meanwhile, Conan realized something was wrong when he discovered the transmitter's signal had disappeared and heard an explosion on the bridge not far away. The transmitter had been suddenly destroyed, and the bugging device was completely silent; it must have been discovered.

Uncle Mori is in danger!!!

He clung between the driver's and passenger's seats, his face filled with panic: "Driver, we're not going to Toriya Bridge anymore, turn around and go to Beika Town, hurry up!!"

At the same time, he took out his phone to call Kogoro Mouri, but the call didn't go through. He then called Ran instead, and the moment the call connected, he called out in a hoarse voice, "Ran-neechan, are you and Uncle home? You—"

"Huh? You little brat with glasses, what are you yelling about?" Sonoko's voice came from the other end of the line. "What home? Ran isn't at the office, Uncle is watching the horse race, so Ran came to my house to play."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief. Ran wasn't home, so it was just Uncle at home.

"Conan, is something the matter?" Ran's gentle voice came through the phone. "You sound quite anxious. Is there something you need my help with?"

"No, no, it's nothing. I just wanted to ask if you and Uncle Mori were home. I tried calling Uncle but couldn't get through. I just wanted to say I'd probably be home late..."