Conan, I'm an actor

"Stop, you've won," Gin said through gritted teeth.

Just moments ago, his men reported that two ammunition storage sites had exploded, causing the ammunition to detonate and everything to be gone. Almost immediately, he connected the dots to the number Shinjo had called out; it wasn't a phone call, but a signal to detonate bombs.

Arms smuggling is the organization's biggest business in Japan. The losses from just the two confirmed destroyed warehouses alone amount to $50 million, not to mention the three remaining locations that haven't been confirmed yet. If this guy were to make all those phone calls, the Japanese branch would probably be bankrupt for the rest of the year.

If it were just an economic loss, Gin could accept it, but the real problem is that these warehouses contain weapons.

Only a select group of core partners knew about the organization's arms sales in Japan. Those members of parliament who were not involved in the organization's core interests only knew that the organization had certain illicit businesses in Japan and needed their protection.

Once the arms smuggling is exposed, most of the politicians who once sheltered them will instantly turn against the organization.

The organization is naturally not afraid of these ant-like individuals; most of them owe their current positions to the organization's help. Since the organization can elevate them, it can also bring them down to earth.

However, the last stand these guys put on before they die could very well affect the organization, or even that person, and might even cause the organization to withdraw from Japan.

Although the commotion is significant, it is still within a controllable range. As long as the organization lies low for a few months, this matter will be considered over.

But if the new city is bombed again, the situation will be different.

"I probably don't need to attend any mid-year meetings now, so I'll be going." Shinjo got into his car, as if he didn't see the two guns pointed at him, and floored the accelerator, driving straight out of the underground parking lot.

"Boss, those two large warehouses in the port area have also been bombed." Vodka asked through gritted teeth, "Are we just going to let him go like that?"

“We can settle our scores later. Right now, the most important thing is to clean up this mess.” Gin walked directly to a black sedan. “Go and inform Kenzo Masuyama to contact someone and suppress this matter.”

Chapter 59 Text Messages Filled with Addresses

The sudden commotion caught Gin somewhat off guard. However, what concerned him more was something else entirely: how did that Cognac guy know the location of the weapons storage?

It certainly wasn't Vermouth who told him. Vermouth knows her own bottom line and would never do something so outrageous.

Moreover, the locations of many warehouses are known only to a handful of people within the Japanese branch. Apart from him and Vodka, no one else knows the locations of all the warehouses, unless Vodka betrays him, and if that's the case...

Fire trucks in Tokyo sounded their sirens almost simultaneously, and a large number of fire trucks looked in different directions, which indirectly caused traffic congestion in Tokyo.

Just as Xincheng was about to play a song to lighten the mood, a phone call suddenly came in.

“Pisco, what a rare guest! What brings you here today to call me?” Shinjo asked with a smile.

"Did you blow up the organization's warehouse?" Someone noticed that Kenzo Masuyama was already getting dressed in the office.

The organization's warehouse was blown up. The economic loss is a minor matter. The priority now is to prevent ordinary firefighters from entering the scene to investigate the cause of the fire.

The explosions were all caused by weapons and ammunition, and there were no flammable or explosive materials around. After the fire is extinguished, firefighters will enter the scene to investigate the cause after a period of time. If they find shrapnel, it will be a big problem.

What he wanted to do was to get several chemical raw material companies to admit that they were transporting chemicals as ordinary goods in order to make a profit.

The reason it's a chemical company is because chemical explosions are more dangerous. Even if the fire has been confirmed to be extinguished, firefighters dare not enter the scene rashly. They need to wait for expert assessment before they can enter the scene to investigate the cause of the fire.

The time spent waiting for the experts to complete their assessment is the time for organizing personnel to enter the site and clean up the traces.

Although this approach will waste a lot of money, it is the solution with the least subsequent impact.

Before helping Gin clean up the mess, Pisco needed to confirm one thing: whether his ally was behind it all. Was he helping him, or was he personally targeting Gin?

“That’s right, I did it.” Xincheng admitted calmly. “I remember saying that what came before was an appetizer, and this is the main course I prepared.”

The conflict between Gin and Cognac is no secret, but Pisco doesn't quite understand why Cognac would retaliate in such a brutal way.

“The one who died was Rum’s mole planted in your hospital. Gin killing him is like helping you get rid of a mole. Is it appropriate to retaliate like this for an enemy?” Pisco frowned and said, “After this is over, you can’t stay in Japan. Even if you’re not punished, the organization won’t put you and Gin together.”

“I don’t care how many of those guys die, but they can’t die on my turf. Outside of a three-kilometer radius of the hospital, he can kill whoever he wants, it has nothing to do with me, but if he makes a move inside my hospital, that’s not allowed.”

“I’m fed up with you. Rum and the Boss have already inquired about this.” Pisco said, rubbing his temples. “For the next few months, whatever happens, please keep your temper in check.”

"You should say that to Gin. I think it's him who needs to restrain himself."

“You’re a bastard!” Pisco hung up the phone indignantly.

Pisco had just hung up when Vermouth called, but Shinjo only listened for a few words before hanging up. He wasn't in the mood for threats, nor did he have the habit of doing so.

After hanging up Vermouth's call, Shinjo sent her a pre-edited text message listing all of Gin's safe houses.

He found all this information through the criminal list, and it was 100% accurate. Having this list was like having Gin's Achilles' heel.

Vermouth on the other end of the phone could no longer maintain her composure. She wanted nothing more than to go to Japan and tear the guy who had caused her trouble to shreds. But when she saw the text message, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, and she instantly calmed down.

She knew some of the addresses in the text message; those were Gin's safe houses. The fact that they sent them all together speaks volumes about the rest. With so many safe house addresses, it seemed likely that all of Gin's hiding places had been discovered.

"Where did that guy get his intelligence? Could it be that he has a mole within the organization?" Vermouth frowned in thought. "That's impossible. Even Vodka might not know all the addresses of these safe houses. If there really is a mole, then that mole is far too powerful."

The new city is now in front of a newly completed building. Construction workers are cleaning up the garbage, while renovation workers are carrying renovation materials inside.

"Mr. Shinjo, what brings you to the site?" Dr. Agasa rushed over to greet Shinjo when he saw him. "The building is now complete. All we need to do is move the equipment in, and we can start researching AI."

"Thank you for your hard work. And who is this...?" Shinjo asked, looking at the familiar face that had followed them.

“Mr. Daigo Madoka, he is a Level 2 Architect.” Dr. Agasa coughed. “Mr. Madoka played a big role in the fact that this construction site was completed so quickly. If it weren’t for him, the completion time would have been at least 3 months later.”

"Hello, Tetsuo Shinjo." Shinjo extended his hand and shook hands with Daigo. "Mr. Daigo, I have a question for you. Can you fly a plane?"

"Huh?" Daigo was a little confused.

“I’m sorry, these are just my personal deductions. I run a private detective agency and occasionally work as a detective myself. I like to deduce a person’s profession based on the information I observe. Mr. Daigo seems more like a pilot than an architect.”

“I rarely even fly, let alone pilot one,” Daigo said with a smile. “Mr. Shinjo’s reasoning has failed.”

"It seems I still have a lot to learn."

Professor Agasa, standing to the side, found this rather odd. This didn't match what Shinichi had said. Shinichi had described Mr. Shinjo's reasoning abilities as exceptional, even surpassing his own. How could he have misjudged even his profession?

Shinjo breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Mr. Daigo would say that he had learned to fly a plane in the omnipotent Hawaii.

"Professor Agasa, now that the building is complete, can the equipment be moved in?" Shinjo asked with a smile. "My researchers are all eager to use the new office building."

Chapter 60 Applications of Artificial Intelligence

"That might be a bit difficult," Dr. Agasa said, scratching his head. "Because of the fire at the memory manufacturer's factory, the hardware market has been quite chaotic lately. Many hardware items have increased in price by about 30%, and there's a possibility of defaulting on some of our previous orders. As for the remaining hardware..."

“I told you, money is not a problem.” Xincheng stretched. “If it were a problem, you wouldn’t need to report to me.”

Having just been frightened by Gin and vodka, he felt very insecure. This time, he managed to intimidate Gin by using the headquarters' warehouse in Tokyo, but he wouldn't be so lucky next time.

If it really comes down to a fight, he won't have any advantage in a one-on-one battle. His metal prosthetics can stop bullets, but he doesn't have full-body metal prosthetics. If Gin is really determined to fight him, he won't die, but serious injury is inevitable.

Moreover, Gin doesn't just have light weapons; he also has quite a few heavy weapons. If he were to use explosives and grenades all at once, he might not necessarily survive.

In this situation, he must acquire something to protect himself, such as the armor seen in some science fiction movies that he can wear anytime, anywhere to withstand high levels of damage.

His gaze was fixed on Iron Man's armor. His artificial heart contained energy storage batteries, which, although not as powerful as other people's Arc Reactors, should be sufficient for emergencies. The design and concept of this armor seemed tailor-made for him.

With current technology, nanotech armor is impossible to create, but a low-end model is not a problem. His approach is to simply develop the Mark 5; a weapon system is unnecessary, only defensive capabilities are needed.

Firstly, the battery in his heart is just a battery, not a reactor, and cannot handle the weapon's extremely high energy consumption. Secondly, he has no intention of becoming a superhero, nor does he need to travel the world like Tony. As for the third, his technology is too poor to produce a genuine product.

The problem lies with the researchers. Professor Agasa could help, but his knowledge is lacking, and his expertise is unrelated. Moreover, this suit of armor falls under the category of weaponry, and he doesn't want to involve the professor.

In this situation, he can only turn to the AI ​​system that the system rewards him with help, but he doesn't know how far this artificial intelligence has developed.

If I remember correctly, this is a side reward for ace pilots. I hope it really is a product of some unknown Earth Defense Force. With the technology recorded in that organization, let alone low-end models, even nanotech armor is something we can try.

Just as he was lost in thought, his phone rang in his pocket. He glanced at the number and saw that it was an unfamiliar one.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Bourbon has been found. Tomorrow at 5 PM, Poirot Cafe."

"Did they find out a long time ago, and now that they've heard the news, they're certain I'll be eliminated, so they're telling me this?" Shinjo asked, stroking his chin. "They're really cunning."

"Think what you want, but don't forget our deal."

"Understood, I'll be there tomorrow." Shinjo said to Professor Agasa beside him after hanging up the phone. "Professor Agasa, I don't have much time left. All the server room deployments must be completed by the end of this month. No matter the cost, you have to show me a working supercomputer."

"This..." Dr. Agasa didn't understand why Shinjo was so obsessed with supercomputing, but he still agreed, after all, the man in front of him was now his boss.

It wasn't that Shinjo was making things difficult for Professor Agasa; he had been following the construction of the supercomputing center closely. The new supercomputing center used modular Blade servers. Originally, the plan was to deploy 1200 Blade servers at once, but only 400 had arrived. The rest had all been canceled by the other party, or they had asked for price increases. This was why deployment hadn't been completed yet.

However, these Blade servers were originally intended for future expansion, and 400 units would be sufficient. Let's get the AI ​​up and running first.

That night, Gin couldn't sleep. All the safe houses across the street had been found, and they even had a list. If Vermouth hadn't told him, he would still be in the dark. Cognac was warning him to behave himself, or he could kill him at any time.

Just thinking about that face gave Gin a headache. This guy had only been in Japan for a short time, and the whole country was already in complete chaos.

Moreover, he, the person in charge, was almost forced to leave. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pick up his phone to confront Vermouth. However, after much deliberation between losing face and his safety, Gin chose the former. Saving face was more important, especially in front of that woman.

Meanwhile, Conan, who had just disembarked from the Hatamoto family's cruise ship, looked quite grim. Shinjo wasn't present this time, and he had completed an extremely brilliant deduction.

In the past, he would have been very happy. Such special cases are rare, and even when they are encountered, they are very difficult to solve. The sense of accomplishment from solving such cases is very strong.

But today he remembered what Xincheng had said. Was he really not a jinx? Why did he still run into cases while traveling? And why did this family, who were perfectly fine before, suddenly experience a series of murders after he saved the three of them, resulting in so many deaths?

"Conan, you seem unhappy." Ran was the first to notice Conan's unusual behavior and asked with some concern.

"It's nothing, it's just..." Conan thought for a moment, but didn't know how to start. He was afraid that if he said it, Ran would dislike him.

"What happened on the cruise ship has nothing to do with you. Whether we get on the cruise ship or not, those things will still happen." Kogoro seemed to have seen through Conan's thoughts. "If you think you are the one who brings misfortune to others because of these coincidences, then Shinichi Kudo would probably have broken down long ago."

Conan's expression had improved considerably after Kogoro's safety, but upon hearing the name Shinichi Kudo, his face immediately fell. He decided that after returning to Tokyo, he would ask Professor Agasa to take him to Kyoto, where there were many ancient temples, to have the high-ranking monks there bless him and see if they could wash away his bad luck.

"Kids shouldn't try to act all serious like adults. Your attitude is even more annoying." Seeing that he couldn't persuade Conan, Kogoro Mouri chose a more direct approach: an iron fist attack.

As Kogoro Mouri's iron fist slammed into Conan's head, Conan forgot that he was a source of bad luck and didn't want to take a second hit.

"Dad, you can't use violence! What if you make Conan stupid?" Ran Mouri immediately stopped her father from committing further violence.

None of the three noticed that across the street, a white sports car was parked, and behind the car's window, a blond young man was smiling at the trio.

The day after returning to the detective agency, Conan came to block the door of the Koshimizu Detective Agency, and he did indeed manage to block the door today. However, Conan couldn't help but take two steps back the moment he saw Shinjo.

Ever since he met Shinjo, except for the time he impersonated Gin, Shinjo's clothes had always been light-colored, and he rarely wore dark colors. Today, he was unusually dressed in all black, even the shirt underneath was black. Coupled with Shinjo's special aura, he almost thought he had met the real Gin.

"Uncle Shinjo, where are you going?" Conan asked, scratching his head and grinning foolishly.

"I heard the café downstairs from the Mouri Detective Agency has pretty good French pastries. I'm quite interested in sweets, so I'll go check it out," Shinjo said casually, checking the gear in his pockets.

“I want to go too!” Yue Shui was the first to stand up.

“Sungmi isn’t here today, and the office needs someone to keep an eye on things. You can stay here.” Shinjo refused the request outright. “Don’t worry, I’ll bring you some sweets.”

"Could you give me a ride?" Conan asked, raising his hand. "I..."

Shinjo's eyes suddenly sharpened as he glared at Conan, releasing a murderous aura. "You'd better stay here quietly until I get back, and especially don't go home, no matter which home you go to."

Conan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave when Shinjo gave him that glance. He instantly realized that Shinjo was probably going to take care of something important today, and it was very likely that he would meet with members of the organization.