Conan, I'm an actor

However, he immediately fell into deep thought, because this incident was too coincidental; everything seemed to be proceeding according to Shinjo's plan. If this incident were a play, then Shinjo gave him the impression of someone who had read the script. However, he also knew that it couldn't be a script; Takahashi wouldn't cooperate with him in acting. So, from what channel did Shinjo obtain the information?

Before he could come up with a solution, the Mouri Detective Agency arrived. Ran and Conan got out of the car with their luggage, while Shinjo was going to take Sonoko home.

"By the way, Conan, don't go to the agency anymore. If you want to see me, go find Professor Agasa and have him take you to the research institute," Shinjo suddenly said, watching Conan about to go upstairs.

"Huh? Why?"

"I encountered those people at the office today. Kosui was attacked by them. For safety reasons, Kosui and I have moved to the research center. You can find us at the research center."

"What? You're not..."

"The situation is still unclear, so unless it's extremely urgent, you'd better not come to me."

"I understand." Conan nodded emphatically.

When he dropped Yuanzi off at home, it was already dawn. Just as Xincheng was about to drive to the research institute, a car suddenly darted out from the side and crashed into his vehicle.

The B-pillar deformed instantly, and a large section of the passenger side caved inward. The car slid sideways onto the sidewalk and crashed into the shop opposite.

The violent impact made him dizzy and his adrenaline surged. Shinjo felt his mind was unusually clear, his heart was starting to heat up, and the suit he was wearing had started to work, helping him withstand the fatal impact.

Chapter 138 The Gunman Hiding in the Dark

However, he did not choose to rush out of the car immediately. He wanted to lower the attacker's guard, and if things went smoothly, he might be able to obtain some unexpected information.

The car opposite slowly reversed out, and the front of the car, equipped with a crash beam, came into view in the new city.

"No wonder it crashed so hard. Are these guys really here to arrest someone?" Shinjo's hand was already inside his pocket, and he released the safety of his pistol.

At the same time, two middle-aged men in black suits jumped out of the car, each holding a handgun. Xincheng was stunned when he saw their faces; these two were foreigners.

His first thought was Rum. Rum had come to Japan, but he had no one to rely on, so he had to use the people he had brought with him.

"This old bastard must have lived too long and gone mad. What did I ever do to deserve this? Two assassination attempts in two days." While cursing the old man in his heart, Shinjo began to regulate his breathing.

The mission should be over now, and these two should exchange information.

Instead of intelligence, they received two silenced pistols. The two men seemed to have no intention of taking them alive; they aimed directly at the driver's seat and pulled the trigger.

Just as he was trying to figure out how to avoid the bullets, his body reacted first, pulling the triggers of both pistols in quick succession.

The bullets from both sides collided in mid-air, changing their trajectories and becoming stray bullets.

"Seriously, this kind of direct confrontation on the street will cause a lot of trouble for the public order." As Shinjo spoke, he was already in front of the brown-haired black man, and with an over-the-shoulder throw, he slammed him to the ground.

After just one glance, Xincheng ignored the guy. With fractured hip joints, broken clavicle, and broken ribs, he was completely incapacitated.

The remaining blond-haired white man was speaking some kind of gibberish and changing his magazine.

"He was probably speaking Portuguese. Specifically, he was asking you what kind of monster it was, and he was also sending all sorts of greetings to God and a guy named Binga," Karen's voice came through the New Town's headset.

"How dare he insult God! I'll teach this unworthy believer a lesson on behalf of God." As he spoke, he disarmed the man opposite him and broke his arm in the process.

The agonizing screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, echoed through the streets in the early morning, only to be abruptly silenced by a gunshot.

Looking at the corpse beneath him, Shinjo rolled behind cover, simultaneously glancing toward the source of the gunfire.

He didn't fire that shot just now; someone was watching from the shadows and would eliminate them once they failed.

"Help me..." Just then, the black man lying on the ground suddenly spoke up.

Before he could finish speaking, a bullet pierced the back of his head, the bullet exiting from between his eyebrows, instantly turning his face into a gruesome sight.

“700 yards, 7.62mm caliber.” Xincheng stared at an abandoned building in the distance. “Who is it? Calvados, or those two bastards? Or Rum’s men?”

The guy was covered in a gray camouflage, and his face seemed to be painted with something. Even with his prosthetic eye magnified to its limit, Shinjo couldn't tell who the guy was.

Just then, another gunshot rang out, and the bullet landed less than 10 centimeters away from him.

That guy not only didn't leave, but he also wanted to force him out using this method.

"In this situation, we have no choice but to give it a try and see if we still have the feel for it." Xincheng observed the rooftops in the distance, then looked at his car, and determined the distance and the time it would take to get the gun.

At this moment, two dents appeared on the trash can where he was hiding, clearly indicating that the other party was trying to force him out in this way.

"What are these guys doing? Five minutes have passed, why haven't they come yet?" Xincheng had already started searching for the next hiding place; this trash can wouldn't last much longer.

"Have you forgotten? Yesterday during the day, you were attacked at the agency, and last night, the two daughters of the Suzuki family were in danger," Karen said slowly. "The Metropolitan Police Department's personnel are all scattered now; it will take them at least half an hour to get here. Besides, do you think they'll be afraid of the Metropolitan Police Department's uniforms?"

Just then, a bullet pierced through the trash can and hit him in the left side of his abdomen.

The metal sheeting of the trash can was weakened, and with the protection of the armor, not even the skin was scratched. However, this also means that the trash can is no longer safe.

"The technology is impressive; it maintains such good accuracy even at 700 yards."

"The other side is changing magazines."

"How did you know?"

“There is a house with a home security camera installed 300 meters away from him. You can see him through the window.”

The moment he heard Karen's prompt, Shinjo ran out from behind the trash can, lunged at the green belt on the side, and then rolled to hide behind a mailbox.

Two bullets grazed his scalp and sleeve. Both bullets would have hit his body, but at the critical moment, his body involuntarily reacted to avoid them.

Is this an effect of being in a state of heightened excitement?

"A state of heightened excitement, what is that?"

"In your AI terms, it's like overclocking." Shinjo rubbed his burning cheeks, trying to calm himself down, but it was no use. He didn't need to look in a mirror to know that his face was extremely flushed.

"Do you want to go get your equipment?" Karen reminded her. "That guy has left, but I don't know if he moved to another place or if he has already evacuated."

Shinjo peeked outside and, sure enough, the sniper's spot was empty. However, he still noticed an unusual reflection. Although he immediately pulled his head back, a bullet still grazed his cheek.

"Are there any other cameras?" Shinjo wiped the blood from his face.

“No, it’s quite a distance from here to the research institute,” Karen said. “If you don’t want any survivors, then it doesn’t matter.”

"What do you mean?"

“There’s one of your hotels about 3.7km from here. It has drones, and I’ve made a few minor modifications,” Karen said smugly. “If you want, a drone carrying bombs will be overhead in five minutes. But I suggest you use a racing drone. Drones need to drop bombs at a lower altitude to ensure accuracy, which will alert the target and lead to a failed operation. Racing drones are faster; if you fly directly there with the bombs, he shouldn’t have time to react. And 200g of TNT should be enough to blast the parts quite far, and afterwards…”

Chapter 139 The Suicide of a Professional Assassin

"Just shut up. I'm not done living yet, and I don't want to be hunted down by those people from the Metropolitan Police Department." Shinjo shook his head, directly rejecting Karen's suggestion.

He wouldn't mind killing Rum's men, but he had to consider the consequences. Using a gun wouldn't be a problem; it would be self-defense, and no one could say anything. But if he used grenades or explosives, the situation would be different.

Just then, sirens sounded in the distance, and the long-awaited reinforcements finally arrived.

"Don't come any closer! There's a sniper on the top floor of that silver twin tower building on the west side, the one on the left!" Xincheng shouted as soon as he saw the sports car ahead.

The police car that was about to drive over suddenly slammed on the brakes, then quickly turned around, dropped off a person at the street corner, and headed straight for the silver building that Xincheng had mentioned.

From Xincheng's perspective, the assassin appeared somewhat flustered upon seeing the police car and began to organize his equipment.

He naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass him by, and immediately climbed over to the trunk of his car.

Only then did he realize that the trunk was deformed and the entire back door was stuck. He picked up his pistol, aimed it at the rear window, and fired three shots, shattering the glass before taking out his rifle.

He didn't even need a scope; his prosthetic eye served as the scope. After the image was magnified 32 times, he easily aimed at the opponent's knee.

Wind speed, distance, and a series of other information were gathered, and a flickering crosshair appeared in Yi's eyes. When the crosshair was aimed at the opponent's knee, Xincheng confidently fired two shots in quick succession, and he could clearly see the blood splattering on the opponent's knee in his field of vision.

“Mr. Shinjo, over here…” Takagi’s words trailed off, the rest of which he swallowed back.

At that moment, Officer Takagi was completely stunned. He had been a police officer for quite some time, but he had never seen such a thrilling scene before.

One second he's a victim, the next he's sniping someone in the street, in an open field with no cover. Most importantly—he didn't even have a scope.

"Notify the police who went up there to be careful. I've already ruined his knee; he shouldn't be able to escape." Shinjo ejected a bullet. "Wait for the riot police to arrive before going in to make the arrest, to avoid any casualties."

“Okay, I’ll go and inform them right away.” Takagi nodded.

He didn't remember anything Xincheng had said before; all he remembered was to prevent casualties. He made a series of calls, and the other side quickly received the message.

Sato stood at the entrance to the rooftop, holding a revolver.

"Takagi just called to say that the suspect inside has been apprehended and we need to stay put and wait for the SWAT team's support." Shiratori Ninzaburo held his gun, but he felt no sense of security whatsoever.

According to intelligence, the other side has a sniper rifle.

He could shoot the other guy a few times with his .38 revolver, get him to the hospital, and maybe he'd survive. But if the other guy shot him, he'd be killed instantly. Besides, his marksmanship was notoriously bad within the police force.

"Nonsense! That guy has a high vantage point. What if he gets really pushed to the edge and starts randomly shooting at pedestrians on the street?" Sato reached for the doorknob.

"I've already tried, the door is locked from the inside with a chain, I..."

Before Officer Shiratori could finish speaking, a sharp gunshot rang out from outside the door.

Sato's expression changed slightly, and then, under Officer Shiratori's astonished gaze, he took a few steps back, fired a few shots at the chain in the gap, and then kicked the door open forcefully.

Just as they were preparing to rush into the scene and engage in a fierce gunfight with the criminals, they saw a body lying in a pool of blood. The burn marks on his temples and the pistol in his hand proved that he had committed suicide.

"This..." Sato opened her mouth, she really had never seen this situation before.

“It seems we’re in trouble this time. This is a professional killer. Once he realizes he can’t escape, he’ll choose to commit suicide,” Shiratori said helplessly. “Let’s have the forensic team take over the scene.”

The police at the scene all fell silent. This was a professional killer, no ordinary criminal. Who had the victim offended this time?

At the same time, Officer Takagi also reported that he and Shinjo had two more bodies.

Police cars were deployed in large numbers early in the morning, completely stirring up the stagnant waters of Tokyo.

Four hours later

"There were no identification documents on the bodies, and there are no entry or exit records for them at the airport or port." Inspector Megure placed a stack of files in front of Shinjo. "Do you have any leads?"

After searching for a long time without finding any clues, Inspector Megure had no choice but to ask Shinjo, the person involved. However, Shinjo did not respond to him, lying motionless in his chair, with a half-finished coffee on the table.

Megure suddenly had a bad feeling. Could those guys have infiltrated the Metropolitan Police Department and killed Shinjo? He hurriedly went to Shinjo's side, checked him carefully, and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding that he was just asleep.

“Um…” Officer Takagi said somewhat awkwardly, “Mr. Shinjo said he wanted coffee, so I bought him some, but I didn’t expect him to…”

Takagi had tried that coffee himself; not only was it bitter, but it was also extremely high in caffeine, specifically designed to keep you awake. Drinking a can in the afternoon meant you wouldn't need to sleep all night. However, Shinjo fell asleep after only drinking half a can.

“Don’t be surprised, this is a habit he developed at the police academy.” Inspector Megure shook his head. “Back at the police academy, he drank coffee like water, and even developed the habit of drinking coffee before bed. Let me know when he wakes up; I still have a few cases to ask him about.”

"How many?"

“Yes, after leaving the agency yesterday, this guy went straight to the Suzuki family’s villa in the mountains.” Megure’s expression was somewhat serious. “He rescued a few people from a bandaged monster.”

"You suspect..."