Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

"Now that you have some free time, I have a few tasks for you."

Gin pointed to a stack of documents that he had prepared beforehand.

"?"

So, he exploits Amuro Tooru, and Gin exploits him?

Chu Ming stepped forward and casually flipped through the list: "These little tasks can be given to Bourbon. Are there really no more exciting tasks? These are too boring. I want to stir things up."

Gin opened the cigarette case, and tobacco fell out of the opening. He frowned and took out a cigarette, only to find that Chu Ming had crushed it all.

Chu Ming was flipping through the documents when he sensed something was wrong. He looked down and met Gin's cold gaze.

"Uh... Brother, what did I do now?" Is it wrong to cause trouble?

Gin felt it was beneath him to argue with his underling over such a trivial matter, so he looked away, patted his pockets to make sure he had no more cigarettes, and then put the cigarette butt in his mouth—something was better than nothing.

"Three days from now, at the Beika Hotel memorial service, they're going to kill a politician. Vermouth said a couple of days ago that she's coming back, so she'll probably show up at the memorial service too. If you're really bored, come with me."

"Is Vermouth coming back from America?"

The original owner was cared for by Vermouth for a period of time when he was a child. After Gin took over, Vermouth mainly developed her career in the United States, and he hadn't seen her for a long time.

Chu Ming tossed his hair with his hand. If Vermouth is back, doesn't that mean Shuichi Akai will be in Japan soon?

Why not secretly leak the information to Amuro Tooru and watch the Public Security Bureau and the FBI fight like dogs?

"Let go." Gin squinted at Chu Ming, who was lost in thought, seemingly not knowing what he was thinking.

Huh? Chu Ming came to his senses, looked at the long silver hair that had been twisted into a braid in his hand, and quickly let go.

I wonder what shampoo my brother uses; his hair is so smooth, even smoother than the wig he wore last time. Could it be—

Is Gin wearing a wig too?

Gin is not young anymore, and he works tirelessly day and night for the organization, so it's reasonable to assume he's bald.

Chu Ming stared at Gin's waist-length hair, his fingers itching to touch it.

Bald Gin.jpg [Sorry, bro _(:з」∠)_]

Chapter 125 It's Time for Gin to Retire

Gin felt a chill run down his spine. Looking at Chu Ming's lewd smile, he had a feeling that the kid was up to something.

Gin suddenly turned to stare at him: "We agreed to go to the training ground, and I'm free today."

? ? ? ?

"I don't have time!!! Brother, I think I can finish these tasks within three days. Time waits for no one, so I'm leaving now!!!"

Chu Ming spoke rapidly without pausing, grabbed the documents on the table, and was about to run out.

Gin immediately grabbed his shoulder, pulled him back, and pressed him into a chair: "No rush. After this afternoon, come with me to investigate the Beika Hotel and meet Pisco. He's one of the organization's veterans. Get to know him so you can contact him if you need anything when you're on a mission. His company can be used as a cover."

Chu Ming was pressed down on the chair and couldn't move. He thrashed about like a stranded fish, but didn't budge.

"Brother, shouldn't we be careful when we're investigating?"

Gin glanced at Chu Ming: "You have to ask that? Did your brain just fly out of your head?"

"Then we can't go to the training ground! What if we overtrain and something goes wrong when I'm scouting? Wouldn't that delay Big Brother's business?"

While stalling for time, Chu Ming frantically added points to his combat skills.

Although he earned a lot of points from the previous massacre at Ghost Mountain, the system also deducted a significant amount of healing points because he was injured.

Chu Ming currently only has around 4 points. Considering he'll be doing a mission at the Beika Hotel in a few days, he doesn't dare use them all. What if Conan gets into trouble and he has to use his points to save him?

All 30600 points were spent on combat, and Chu Ming's combat skill instantly changed from A- (lv57) to S- (lv82) [Congratulations, you were able to withstand 100 moves from Gin before being defeated].

Chu Ming tried to struggle under Gin's grasp, but Gin caught him off guard and made him slide off the chair.

"Hiss—" His head hit the edge of the chair. Chu Ming rolled his eyes and simply slid to the floor to play dead.

Gin's original intention was to hold him down, and he didn't use too much force. Unexpectedly, Chu Ming struggled on his own. Seeing Chu Ming collapse silently to the ground, Gin slightly raised his toes and nudged him.

"stand up."

Chu Ming swayed slightly, giving no reaction whatsoever. Seeing him feign unconsciousness without giving any clues, Gin chuckled and decisively pulled out his Beretta and loaded the magazine.

Upon hearing the sound, Chu Ming sensed something was wrong. He cautiously opened his eyes a crack and saw a dark gun barrel right in front of him.

Chu Ming nimbly got up, dusted himself off, and said nonchalantly, "Big brother, look at me. I guess I was too tired from the mission, and I actually fell asleep in just a short while. Haha, the training ground, right? I love going to the training ground with you, big brother."

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Standing on the training ground, Chu Ming sighed deeply: "Brother, you're not young anymore. You've picked up all the bad habits: smoking, drinking, staying up late, fighting, and speeding. And now you're going to beat me up. It's too harmful to your health. You should cultivate your character, drink tea, read the newspaper, and enjoy your retirement. As for the organization's affairs, leave them to me, this young man. I will shoulder this heavy responsibility without hesitation—"

"Stand in the middle, what are you doing hiding on the side?"

When Gin returned from warming up, he found Chu Ming leaning against the railing, muttering something under his breath. Although he couldn't hear what Chu Ming was saying, it was probably not something pleasant.

"Okay, brother! Coming right away." Alas, circumstances are beyond our control.

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(╯｀□′)ヨ)?o?)/

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(￣俣)＝○#(￣#)3￣)

After a brutal barrage of punches and kicks, Gin adjusted his hat brim, quite satisfied: "Not bad."

Chu Ming lay on the ground, unwilling to move: "Big brother, give me a hand—"

Gin ignored him completely and walked straight out the door.

Sigh, it seems I can't count on my older brother. I'll have to turn to my younger brother.

Chu Ming deftly dialed a number.

"—What is it now? I've already sent you the report."

"Cough cough—Bourbon, I'm almost, cough cough—I can't take it anymore, cough cough."

Amuro Tooru was secretly delighted, and taking advantage of being on the phone, he could hardly suppress the smile on his face.

"Where are you?" Let me deliver the final blow.

“Training Ground No. 3, come carry me, I can’t walk anymore — beep beep beep.”

Staring at the disconnected phone, Chu Ming sighed again. Neither the current big brother nor the little brother is competent.

"Granbury".

? ? BOSS's mechanical voice?

Chu Ming looked around and his gaze fell on a camera flashing red in the corner.

"Hey, BOSS~" Chu Ming rolled over and waved at the camera while lying on the ground.

"Turn around, that's the screen behind you." A hint of helplessness could be heard in the mechanical voice.

Uh, wrong, let's start over.

Chu Ming grinned as he got up from the ground, walked to the screen on the wall, and flashed a standard smile.

"Hi, Boss~"

Ignoring Chu Ming's foolish behavior, Karasuma Renya continued.

"You want to replace Gin?"

"Huh?" Chu Ming was taken aback.

The mechanical voice seemed to carry a hint of amusement: "All the organization's bases are under my control. I heard what you said in the corner. You want Gin to retire peacefully? To replace him as the head of the operations team?"

Chu Ming was initially flustered, then somewhat tempted: "Really?"

"of course can."

Chu Ming became excited, rubbing his hands together nervously: "When can I take office? As for Gin, can he drive for me after he retires? Don't waste his talent!"

Karasuma Renya chuckled. This kid stopped calling him "big brother" as soon as he heard he could take office.

"You can take office if you defeat the person behind you."

Huh? Holy crap! Gin is behind him again.

Chapter 126 Planting Bombs

Gin returned after realizing that the BOSS had initiated the call, only to hear Chu Ming brazenly saying that he wanted to let him live out his days in peace and that he wanted to be his driver.

He was truly angered by Chu Ming, and upon hearing these outrageous words, he found himself surprisingly calm, though his hands were itching a little.

"Boss, how could you bear to betray me QAQ—!"

Chu Ming, who was being dragged away by Gin, only had time to leave behind one last message. Karasuma Renya quickly turned off the screen, unable to bear it any longer, so he decided not to watch.

"Tell me your last words."

Gin took off his heavy coat, removed his hat and put it aside, and tied his hair up temporarily. Without the brim of the hat and his bangs to cover his face, his eyes were like cold stars, and his imposing aura and chilling killing intent seemed to have broken free of their restraints.

Chu Ming subconsciously took two steps back, his mind racing.