Conan, I'm an actor

That woman meant what she said; since she said she'd stand by and do nothing, she definitely wouldn't interfere anymore. However, based on my understanding of her, she'd definitely be quite interested in how I handled Kiel and Bourbon, and might even investigate and suspect them because of it.

Seeing that there were still more than ten flights of stairs below, he gritted his teeth and ran and jumped down the stairs. The commotion was too loud; the police would definitely arrive at the scene immediately. He had to get away before the police arrived, otherwise there would be nowhere to hide.

The wind howled past his ears as Karen kept reminding him how to avoid the cameras and the crowds.

Thirty minutes later, Xincheng, who had escaped, lay in a small alley, his leg muscles beginning to twitch slightly; he could no longer run.

"Your speed is alright, but your stamina is terrible," Karen mocked in Newtown's ear. "With your physical abilities, you think you can be a superhero? You're a long way off."

"Stop with the sarcastic remarks. How's the deciphering of the neck strap going?" Shinjo was panting heavily, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

“It’s been modified. The design concept is good, but the function is too limited.” Karen hesitated for a moment before saying, “However, when you take action, you need to engage them for a while and not fire directly.”

"why?"

“You’re so stupid. Data sampling takes time, unless you can book the mission location in advance and sample ahead of time,” Karen said. “We also need three anatomical models. We already have Akai’s anatomical model, but we’re missing a anatomical model of Miyano Akemi.”

“Miyano Akemi will be working with me from now on, so you have plenty of time to build her data model.” Shinjo stretched his legs, and just as he was about to get up and leave, a shout of “Robbery of a bank!” suddenly came from outside.

When they went outside, they happened to see Kogoro Mouri, Conan, and Ran.

The robber was now pinned to the ground, surrounded by several members of the SWAT team, two of whom had guns pointed at his head.

Kogoro Mouri said with a sullen face, "Damn it, why did these SM Unit members arrive so quickly? I didn't even have a chance to show off my skills."

“The case of the 4M Bank caused such a big stir a couple of days ago. Even if the head of the Metropolitan Police Department is incompetent, he should know to strengthen security around the bank.” Shinjo limped out of the alley.

"Uncle Shinjo also knows about the case involving the 4M Bank?" Conan asked Shinjo with a grin.

"It's been reported on the news so many times, how could I not know? What's wrong?" Shinjo looked at Conan with a smile. "Is there something you need?"

"Yes, Shinichi-nii said he has something for you to keep safe and asked me to come and get it." Conan nodded and asked, "Uncle Shinjo, do you have time today? If you do, I'll go with you to get it today."

"Conan!" Ran Mouri glared at Conan. "Didn't you see that Mr. Shinjo is injured? Don't cause trouble for others."

"Oh." Conan shrank back.

“It’s alright, I happen to be free today.” Shinjo shook his head. “That thing has been here with me for a while now, and since it’s the perfect opportunity, I’ll have Conan come with me to get it.”

Conan's face lit up with joy when he heard that Shinjo was willing to take him away.

Just then, a car pulled up to the side of the road, and Inspector Megure and Inspector Takagi got out. When they saw Kogoro Mouri, their faces darkened.

"Mouri, what are you doing here again?" Megure's smile had vanished, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I was just passing by. This really has nothing to do with me." Kogoro Mouri was also somewhat helpless. "The guy who robbed the money was pinned to the ground, and the ones who arrested him were the SMET members. It has nothing to do with me."

"I hope so. By the way, Mouri, do you have any plans to leave Tokyo recently?" Inspector Megure pulled Mouri Kogoro aside and asked.

"What's wrong?" Kogoro Mouri asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Could you leave Tokyo soon and visit other districts, like Osaka or Kyoto?" Inspector Megure asked, rubbing his hands together. "It's almost the end of the year, and the safety statistics in Tokyo aren't looking too good."

Chapter 109 Tourism Funds and Firearms

When Kogoro Mouri heard Inspector Megure's words, he almost choked on his breath. What did that mean? Was he being told that he was a jinx, that Tokyo had been badly damaged by him, and therefore he was being sent to wreak havoc on Kyoto and Osaka?

This was intolerable! Just as he was about to have a serious argument with Inspector Megure...

"You've solved a lot of cases for the Metropolitan Police Department this year, and some people here have suggested giving you a bonus." Inspector Megure hesitated for a moment before saying, "However, it would be rather embarrassing for the Metropolitan Police Department to give a detective such a large bonus, so if we use a travel fund instead..."

"No problem! We'll go wherever you want to travel." Mori immediately put his arm around Inspector Megure, whom he had just pushed away, just like a good brother.

Conan, who was standing nearby, immediately waved his hand and said, "I want to go too!"

"Get out of here, kid!" Kogoro Mori said immediately. "Didn't you hear that this is my bonus?"

"What does it matter, Dad?" Ran Mouri grabbed Kogoro Mouri's shoulder and started to whine.

“Conan has also provided us with a very important clue, so take him with you.” Inspector Megure nodded thoughtfully when he saw Conan, then patted Kogoro Mouri on the shoulder, “Have a safe journey.”

"Kogoro, you're the first person the Metropolitan Police Department has sent away as a jinx." Shinjo gave a thumbs up.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's clearly a reward for solving a case. How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?" Kogoro Mouri muttered as he defended himself, while straightening his suit, which he had already straightened countless times.

"Who would believe that?" Shinjo quipped without any politeness.

"Oh, Shinjo, you're here too. You're included this time as well." Inspector Megure shook Shinjo's hand.

"It's a bonus, right?" Xincheng smiled warmly and tightened his grip slightly.

"It's a bonus." Inspector Megure was a little embarrassed. This guy really had no self-awareness at all. You're not much worse than Kogoro Mouri. No matter where you go, you'll cause a lot of trouble.

Just then, Takagi, who was assisting the SWAT team with the case, walked over from the side, carrying a plastic bag containing a semi-automatic pistol.

"Inspector Megure, this was found on the suspect. It's been checked, and like the weapons we found before, it doesn't have serial numbers." Takagi held the plastic bag, his expression somewhat tense.

There have been many shootings in Tokyo recently, and the weapons involved are all unregistered.

Recently, the First Investigation Division has been carrying firearms while on duty, but the small revolvers issued by the Metropolitan Police Department are no match for these "ruthless criminals".

Leaving aside high-precision sniper rifles that can shoot 2km, shotguns and semi-automatic pistols alone are enough to give them a run for their money. They are the ones being suppressed in terms of both firepower density and range.

Upgrading equipment was impossible, so they kept trying to find out the source of the firearms and cut off the supply channels.

However, the captured firearms either had their serial numbers ground off or had no serial numbers at all, making it impossible to even know where they were made, let alone trace their origin.

“There are no signs of wear. Judging from the texture, it seems to be a real gun. It should be a replica made from hand-made parts in a small workshop.” Shinjo, wearing gloves, inspected it and then deftly removed the magazine, took out a few bullets, glanced at the model number on the bottom of the bullets, and said to Megure, “It should be a real gun. The bullets are not the reduced-charge bullets from the shooting range. They are made in North America. If they are not reloaded ammunition, they should be smuggled.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he disassembled all the guns in his hand and threw them into a plastic bag. Before Takagi and Megure could stop him, the guns were already broken into parts.

"Your technique is getting more and more skillful," Mori said, patting Shinjo on the shoulder.

"Mr. Shinjo..."

"It's best to dismantle guns once you get your hands on them." Shinjo handed the plastic bag back to Takagi. "If someone with malicious intent picks them up, Tokyo's security situation will be much more stressful."

"This is important evidence, and you just destroyed it like that?" Inspector Megure's face turned bright red. "You're coming back to the Metropolitan Police Department with me!"

Normally, firearms like these are important evidence and cannot be destroyed before the case is closed. However, this case involved catching someone red-handed, making it virtually impossible to overturn the verdict. Furthermore, Xincheng is a person registered with the police, so the situation could be serious or minor.

Shinjo glanced at Kogoro Mouri, who was talking to a police officer, and sighed.

If I remember correctly, this is the same handgun he used to commit the crime at his class reunion. Now that the handgun has been dismantled, I don't know if it will save his classmate.

That's all he can do; he can't possibly go to Kogoro's class reunion with him.

"I want to go to the Metropolitan Police Department with Uncle Shinjo too!" Conan immediately jumped up.

We promised to go back with Shinjo, but now Shinjo's gone to the Metropolitan Police Department. When will I ever find him again?!

"No, we can go see Mr. Shinjo in a couple of days." Ran Mouri immediately picked Conan up. "Don't cause trouble for others, Conan."

"Okay." Conan shrank his neck and said somewhat reluctantly.

"How about I take Conan back and deliver him to you tomorrow?" Shinjo asked tentatively.

"No need," Xiaolan said somewhat awkwardly. "Miss Yueshui was already annoyed by him before. If he stays overnight at your place, Miss Yueshui will probably be unhappy."

A few hours later, Shinjo left the Metropolitan Police Department with a broad smile. Just moments before, he had retrieved the Twilight Villa. The thought of so much gold soon to be deposited into his account naturally lifted his spirits considerably.

When he returned to the office, he suddenly realized that he hadn't brought his keys with him when he left the day before.

Normally, Nanatsuki Koshimizu and Narumi Asami are both at the office, so it's not a big deal if they don't have their keys; they can just knock on the door. But today, it seems like they're not there.

He took out his phone and sent a text message to the two of them. He quickly received a reply. Koshimizu was in Kyoto for the next two days to participate in a school club activity, while Asagi was in Osaka to discuss a collaboration with a medical device company.

Looking at the lock in front of him, Shinjo subconsciously reached into his pocket for the wire, but after seeing the pedestrians coming and going on the street, he gave up the idea of ​​unlocking it.

Just as he was about to return to the research institute, the phone rang. It was Pisco calling.

"Why is Pisco calling me at this hour?" Shinjo frowned as he looked at the caller ID, hesitated for a moment, and then hung up.

The most important thing right now is to get Miyano Akemi out of there; he doesn't want any unnecessary complications. If she gets too close to Pisco and attracts Gin's attention, leading to mission failure, the consequences would be unbearable for him.

Just when he thought the matter was over, Pisco called again ten minutes later.

Looking at the number on his phone, Xincheng answered with a hint of helplessness, "What is it?"

“I need to meet with you. There’s something very important that we need to discuss in person. I need your help right now.” Pisco’s voice was filled with barely concealed impatience, and Shinjo could almost picture him in a state of utter distress.

"What time? What place?" Xincheng asked, frowning.

If it weren't for the fact that he had made a large sum of gold today, was in a good mood, and that Pisco was his loyal ally, he would have definitely sent that old guy as far away as possible.

Chapter 110 Gin's Assassination List

An hour later, downstairs at the Beihu Hotel

"Karen, is there anything unusual at the Beihu Hotel?" Shinjo looked at the building in front of him with a displeased expression. Didn't Pisco know to call a car to pick him up? Didn't he know that taxi fares were expensive?

“We haven’t found anything yet. There are no cameras or listening devices in the private room they booked. If you are their only target, two well-trained assassins would be enough,” Karen said with utter contempt. “Don’t you know your current physical condition? Yet you still came to meet such a dangerous person.”

Upon hearing Karen's words, Shinjo's expression fell, and he limped toward the Beika Restaurant.

In a private room of Beihu Hotel

“Mr. Pisco, is that guy really worth our investment?” Irish Wine frowned and said, “Gin seems to have a problem with him. He has a high position in the organization. Will doing this provoke Gin?”

"Provoked Gin?" Pisco shook his head, then took an A4 sheet of paper from his briefcase and placed it on the table. "That guy wanted me dead anyway. I had no choice but to cooperate with him."

"This is..." Ireland looked at the names on it, and his face turned extremely ugly.

Even if he didn't know much about Japan, he knew that many of the people on the list were big figures in Japanese politics and business. Those who could appear on the list alongside these people must not be bad either.

“These are all public figures connected to the organization,” Pisco said, pointing to the papers on the table. “Gin ordered me to silence all the people listed above.”

"Is he insane?" Ireland's face was full of astonishment.

In the past, the organization had carried out operations to silence public figures, but these were all meticulously planned and executed. Moreover, because the impact of assassinating these public figures, especially political figures, was too great, similar operations would not be carried out for two or three years after a successful assassination.

This sudden, uncharacteristic assassination of so many important figures not only risks exposing the organization's existence but also risks alienating some members. If these individuals feel their safety is threatened and turn against them, things could get very bad.

“I’ve already asked around,” Pisco sighed. “The shell casings left at the scene during the previous event, and the guns seized in the bank robbery, have already caught the attention of the Japanese police, and they have begun to investigate the gun smuggling routes.”

“But what does this have to do with you?” Ireland said, dissatisfied. “Wasn’t Gin the one who orchestrated all of this? Shouldn’t he be held responsible for it?”

“I handled the cleanup work at those warehouses in Tokyo Bay, and publicly stated that the explosion was caused by improper storage of chemicals.” Pisco also had a headache. “At the time, time was tight, and in the rush, some shrapnel was left at the scene. I originally planned to clean up these traces when we rebuilt after everything was over, but the Metropolitan Police Department’s hunting dogs found the shrapnel and confirmed that this warehouse was where the weapons were stored, and they followed the clues to find these people.”

“Even so…” Ireland’s expression darkened, “This is just too much!”

If the assassination fails, or if it's accidentally captured by paparazzi and reporters during the operation, Gin will definitely eliminate Pisk, citing the potential exposure of the organization's existence. However, if Pisk doesn't go, then Gin, as the top official in Tokyo, also has grounds to get rid of him.

“Either way, we’re going to die. Completing the mission might give us a chance to survive. To complete the mission, we need Cognac’s help, or rather, we need his hacker friend’s help.” Pisco produced an earpiece. “Last time, with his help, we left no trace. Dozens of surveillance cameras along the way didn’t capture our presence.”