Conan, I'm an actor

"Is this none of my business? Are you planning to get rid of me? Dead men don't need to know much, right?"

"Don't overthink it. We'll let you leave as agreed. But there's one more thing we need you to do. The information has been sent to your email." Gin snatched the phone from Vodka.

“I remember you said you would let me and Shiho leave once you got the money, which is different from what you said before.”

"The goal this time was to steal 20 billion yen. You probably haven't reached that amount yet. This money is only enough for one of you to leave."

"You..." Although she already knew that Gin wouldn't keep his word and let the sisters leave, Akemi was still furious at Gin's reasons and shamelessness.

However, she immediately understood the other meaning behind his words and asked in a low voice, "After completing that mission, can Shiho and I leave the organization?"

"That depends on how well you do." Gin's lips curled into a smile.

Cognac, Akemi Miyano, Rye—any one of these three would be a good thing for him if they died.

Seeing Gin hang up the phone, Vodka became anxious. "Boss, are we just going to let her go like this? That guy Beizuka killed three of us."

"If you can't even do something like this right, you might as well die." Gin snorted and then fell silent.

Vodka thought about it carefully, then sat in the passenger seat like a deflated balloon.

Shiro Kaizuka is already dead, and his family is gone, so there's no one to take revenge on. As for Akemi Miyano, if all goes well, she'll die by Cognac's gun; they won't even need to lift a finger.

As for taking revenge on Miyano Akemi's family, she had no other relatives besides her younger sister.

The organization still needs Sulli's service, so that path is blocked, and they can only swallow their anger.

As the sun rose, a long line formed in front of the Kudo family's house. These people were all cosplaying, with the most popular character being the Dark Baron. Among them were quite a few high-quality cosplayers.

"I really don't understand what you humans are thinking. People would even participate in an event like this," Kallen complained into her headset. "By the way, there's something I need to tell you. Gin doesn't seem to trust you."

"Who did he send?" Xincheng, wearing the mask of the Dark Night Baron, scanned the surrounding fans but found nothing.

“Kier, Bourbon, and Vermouth.” Karen yawned. “Isn’t your prosthetic eye supposed to see through things? Can’t it see through masks? I remember your eyes seemed to be able to see through Vermouth’s disguise, but not when she’s wearing a mask?”

"The prosthetic eye is based on the heat emitted from the face and the image to form a facial model. The mask blocks the heat transfer, making it impossible to build the corresponding model, and naturally, it cannot recognize the face under the mask." Shinjo was also a bit troubled.

It was one thing to be unable to find the people sent to spy on him, but now he couldn't even find Shuichi Akai... Just as he was worrying, his gaze quickly settled on a face: Jodie.

At that moment, Judy and Carmel were walking together, chatting and laughing, with people constantly asking for photos. They were cosplaying two fairly well-known characters from Yusaku Kudo's works, making them stand out among the group of Dark Baron cosplayers.

"Don't these FBI guys have any self-awareness?" Shinjo's eye twitched violently beneath his mask. Didn't these guys know that his photo had already been taken?

"When are you planning to make your move?" Just then, a voice rang in his ear; it was Vermouth.

"How did you find me?" Xincheng felt a chill run down his spine.

He departed from the supercomputing center today; no one should have been following him on the way. His disguise wouldn't have been conspicuous; how could Vermouth confirm his identity under his disguise?

Vermouth pointed to Judy and Carmel on the other side, then to Newtown's eyes, "Too aggressive. It's either you, or Bourbon or Kiel."

Upon hearing Vermouth's words, Shinjo snorted. One of his eyes was an electronic prosthetic eye, and the other was hidden behind a mask. How did this woman know that his gaze was too aggressive?

However, it wasn't convenient to press the issue further at this point. After thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "This isn't a suitable place to make a move. Besides, if we're going to take action, we need to find Shuichi Akai first. There are only his two accomplices here. If you find him, you can let me know."

"You don't intend to kill him, right?"

"Name your price," Xincheng sighed helplessly.

“We need your hacker friend’s help.” Vermouth shrugged. “Those police cameras are giving us trouble. Many of them have captured our presence, so we need your hacker friend’s help to erase them.”

Chapter 107 An Unexpected Twist

Shinjo's eyelid twitched. He hadn't expected that Karen would be targeted just for helping Pisco. These guys really are something else...

Ignoring Karen's protests in his ear, he looked directly at Vermouth and said, "The price is not commensurate. I've already paid the price for saving Miyano Akemi. One Akai Shuichi isn't enough. Besides, you said yourself that Kir and Bourbon are both watching this place, and I need to deal with both of them."

Vermouth frowned; she hadn't expected this guy to try to bargain.

“It’s impossible for my friend to do it; the workload is too great. She’s a human, not a machine. She couldn’t possibly do it even if she worked herself to death. Besides, to erase the whereabouts of everyone in the organization, we need a list.” Shinjo looked at Vermouth with a half-smile. “If I had a list of all the organization’s members, would I still have a chance of survival?”

Vermouth squinted at Shinjo, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

“I’ll provide you with a channel,” Shin-chan said with a smile, “a piece of intelligence.”

"Deal. Go ahead and say it."

“Interpol is planning a system that will gradually integrate police surveillance footage from various countries once it is established,” Shinjo said. “The data center in Frankfurt will be open to this facility, as it stores police surveillance data from across the European Union. I’m not sure if the data center in Japan has been integrated.”

“This is quite a piece of information.” Vermouth waved her hand. “I’ll leave it at that, but as an ally, I have to remind you. Gin’s temper has been quite volatile lately.”

Shinjo rolled his eyes. As long as Vermouth wasn't around, he could easily handle the other two. Looking at the two people in the distance, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

After doing all this, he went straight to Judy and Camel, and while asking for a photo, he whispered to ask where Shuichi Akai was.

A dozen minutes later, Shinjo appeared at the door of a public toilet not far from the Kudo residence.

After some negotiation, he obtained information about Shuichi Akai from Camel.

Before he even entered the restroom, he noticed someone following him. Judging from the figure, it was probably Kir. After thinking for a moment, Shinjo immediately made a phone call to Amuro Tooru.

"Are you there?" Shinjo asked directly.

"Is it Kir's problem that's 30 meters to your left?" Amuro Tooru asked with a smile. "The Public Security Bureau is also nearby. I can have them stage a car accident and send her to the hospital."

“There’s no need for such violence. Send someone over and tell her that Hondo Eisuke is in his hands.” Shinjo frowned and thought for a moment before saying, “To prevent her from retaliating, we can reveal our police identity.”

"You mean..." Amuro Tooru's face was full of astonishment.

“She’s a CIA undercover agent, and her father, Ethan Bendon, was also a CIA undercover agent. He committed suicide to protect his daughter.” Shinjo looked at the white car not far away. “Just like what Morofuku did, if possible, treat her a little more gently.”

"I understand."

On the other side, Rena Mizunashi sat on her motorcycle, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes as she looked at the cognac in the distance. Could it be that Shuichi Akai had arranged to meet her at the entrance of a public restroom? That shouldn't be the case; there are people coming and going on the street. This doesn't meet the criteria for action.

Then she realized something was wrong; several men in suits were approaching and had surrounded her.

This was a trap, a trap set for her. However, before she could even start the motorcycle, one hand grabbed her wrist, and the other hand pulled out the motorcycle key.

"Officer, may I ask what this is...?" As Mizunashi Rena spoke, she reached for the pistol inside her clothes.

Now that she's wearing a helmet, even if a gunfight breaks out, as long as she escapes, it shouldn't be a big problem. She just doesn't understand why Cognac would betray her. Could he be an undercover agent too?

"Miss, this is your ticket. Please sign for it." Kazama wrote something on a ticket and then handed it to Rena Mizunashi.

When Mizunashi Rena saw the contents of the ticket, a hint of emotion appeared in her eyes. After a long while, she signed Hondo Emi's name, her ID number, and the CIA's signature on the ticket.

But after everything was dealt with, Shinjo had already disappeared. She wanted to go into the restroom to check, but considering that Shinjo had most likely entered the men's room, she could only call Bourbon and ask him for help.

“I’ve already been inside without you having to tell me.” Bourbon’s voice was somewhat helpless. “There was no one inside, just a cubicle under repair. It seems like something was taken from there, probably a communication tool.”

"Really?" Rena Mizunashi's voice carried a hint of doubt. "Could that guy be a rat?"

“Anyone in the organization could be a rat, but he’s the only exception,” Bourbon said with a smile. “He and Vermouth are quite close. If he were a rat, Vermouth would have kicked him out long ago.”

"That's true."

"But you, those were Japanese police officers, weren't they?" Bourbon asked, looking at Kiel on the motorcycle in the distance. "What did they want with you?"

"I parked illegally, but the officer who handled the case is a fan of mine, so he let me off the hook. All I have to do is pay the fine." Rena Mizunashi only hesitated for a moment before coming up with an excuse.

“TV hosts have it so good, they have so many fans,” Bourbon said pointedly. “There are so many star-struck fans neglecting their duties in the Japanese police force.”

He originally wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but considering that his subordinate was a fan of Yoko Okino, he swallowed back the sarcastic words.

Rena Mizunashi had a bit of a headache. She knew her excuse wouldn't convince Bourbon, and that the guy was definitely starting to suspect her. But she didn't have a good way to deal with the situation just now.

Back in his car, Shinjo took his phone out of the waterproof bag, but instead of turning it on, he drove straight to a high-rise building not far from the Kudo family's house.

The Kudo family lives in an affluent area, where there aren't many high-rise buildings. The only place that can observe the toilet, the Kudo family's residence, and suppress Cohen and Chianti's sniping positions is this building that is still under construction.

Today is a rest day, and the workers on the construction site have already been given a holiday. Xincheng easily climbed over the wall into the construction site, took a look at the location of the power distribution box, and after confirming that the power switch of the power distribution box had been successfully detonated by him remotely, he began to climb upstairs step by step.

When he passed by here in the morning, he planted a small, remote-controlled bomb in the electrical box. He detonated the bomb before going to find Judy and Carmel, so now the only way to go up or down the stairs is by taking the stairs.

With only the building's frame remaining, Shuichi Akai had nowhere to escape unless he could fly. However, when Shinjo climbed to the 40th floor, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his confident expression started to falter.

Shuichi Akai had nowhere to escape to, but so did he.

Most importantly, he will have to walk down the stairs by himself later. This is an office building, not a residential building. The floor height is 4.2 meters, so 40 floors is equivalent to 70 floors in a residential building.

Chapter 108 Kogoro, the Nemesis of Public Security

Just as he climbed to the top floor, he saw Shuichi Akai wearing a knitted hat, leaning against the railing smoking, looking extremely relaxed, clearly waiting for him.

"Why don't you come downstairs?" Xincheng asked breathlessly, standing at the top of the stairs.

"The helicopter is coming soon. Would you like to take it with us?" Shuichi Akai said with a smile.

Carmel had already reported to him that the person who had set the trap was the same person who had handed them the note at the Kudo family's gate that day. He had been watching his "ally's" movements from the rooftop, and only after seeing him go upstairs did he order the base's helicopter to come and pick him up.

Just then, Xincheng heard the sound of a propeller. As the sound of the propeller grew louder, a helicopter appeared in his field of vision and was rapidly approaching the rooftop.

"You bastard..." Shinjo stared at Akai and charged straight at him, swinging his fist at him.

Akai hadn't expected this guy, who seemed to be an ally, to attack him, and immediately stepped in to block.

"Have your people find a way to leave Japan. There's a mole among your people," Shinjo whispered to Akai. "Your identities have all been exposed."

Akai was stunned for a moment, then immediately punched Shinjo in the ribs. Although he didn't use much force, he still felt a sharp pain in his hand. It wasn't the feeling of hitting flesh; this guy was wearing bulletproof vests.

"What are you going to do?" Shuichi Akai asked, enduring the pain.

“I will fake your death video and then turn Akemi into someone just like your mother.” Shinjo’s hand brushed against Akai’s chest pocket, and an APTX-4869 produced by the organization slid into Akai’s jacket pocket.

"This is……"

"Take the drug your mother is taking back to the FBI, but don't let anyone else find out. It's a drug developed by Shiho Miyano; if it's found out outside, her life will be in danger." Shinjo looked at the helicopter pointing its gun at him. "I'll let you know where we'll meet next time."

After saying that, he ran straight towards the stairwell. Before Akai could react, the machine guns of the attack helicopter opened fire on the roof. However, their aim was poor, and they missed every shot.

Seeing the armed helicopter hovering overhead, Shuichi Akai grabbed the rope ladder that had been thrown down and climbed up.

On the street not far away, Amuro Tooru looked at the helicopter hovering above the rooftops, his expression grim. Seeing a US military helicopter in the skies above Japan was nothing short of a slap in the face for them, the public security officers.

When he saw the helicopter fire, his face turned completely dark. He quickly dialed Xincheng's number, and thankfully the call was answered soon.

"Cognac, are you alright over there?" Amuro Tooru asked somewhat nervously.

"It's alright, it's just a pity, he tricked us." Xincheng's voice was accompanied by a loud gust of wind, "He got away."

Amuro Tooru was stunned by Shinjo's words, then his expression turned extremely ugly. He had already confronted Shinjo, so Shinjo shouldn't be talking to him like that. There was only one reason why he was speaking like that—he was being monitored.

Shinjo hung up the phone. His conversation with Amuro Tooru just now was about guarding against Vermouth.