Conan, I'm an actor

Upon zooming in, a heavily made-up face appeared before Asagi Masami. If it were just this face, he would definitely think it was some thug planning to harm the hospital.

But when he saw the other person's corn braids, he couldn't stay calm. Shin-cheng had shown him portraits of Curaçao and Binga before.

He tried dialing Shinjo's number, but it was out of service, clearly blocked by Karen. In this situation, he could only package the pictures and email them to Shinjo, hoping the guy would check his inbox in time.

Just then, the door to the dean's office opened, and Amuro Tooru and Matsuda Jinpei walked out.

“I think you might not be able to leave today,” Asagi said seriously. “Binga is outside, observing this place with binoculars.”

"Binga, what is that?" Matsuda Jinpei asked, his face full of doubt.

Chapter 175 The Hunter on the Rooftop

Amuro Tooru went to the window, took out a monocular telescope and began to observe. He soon spotted the guy on the small building across the street.

"Why would he target this place? Has it been exposed?" Amuro Tooru's expression turned extremely ugly.

This Binga is a general under Rum, and his sudden appearance here makes one wonder if he has discovered Morofushi Kagemitsu.

"Perhaps they didn't get any advantage at the research institute, so they're trying to see if they can find a breakthrough here." Cheng Shi thought for a long time and could only think of this one possibility.

"Are there any weapons here? Shinjo-senpai should have kept weapons here, right?" Amuro Tooru asked seriously.

He wouldn't allow Jingguang to have any more accidents, so he decided to take care of this guy here, even if it would break the rules.

"Hey, Zero, what are you planning to do?" Matsuda felt a little unfamiliar with Amuro Tooru's resolute eyes.

“No, this is a hospital, there’s no such thing here.” Asagi Masako said with a frown, “In two hours, there will be a truck that collects medical waste. Get into the cargo bed of that truck and leave here.”

On the rooftop of a small building not far away, Binga appeared somewhat impatient.

Having suffered a significant loss last time, he has been eager to get his revenge.

Vermouth had warned him and Curaçao not to take action against New Town, but Rum's orders to them were merely to keep them quiet, not to forbid them from taking action.

His original target was the research institute in the new city. The institute's security system looked very powerful, and there must be something extraordinary inside.

However, Curaçao had already visited that research institute, and even she couldn't handle its security system; forcing her way in might result in her death.

He trusted Curaçao's judgment, so he prepared to apply for a programmer or technician position.

In his view, such a large data center must require dedicated personnel for maintenance. Once he enters the research institute, he will have the opportunity to find out exactly what is being done inside.

He waited for several weeks but didn't see any job postings, or even any employees. This forced him to abandon the research institute and turn his attention to the hospital.

As far as he knew, Shinjo valued this hospital highly, even investing several large sums of money in it. Moreover, members of the Tokyo group, such as Gin, had previously infiltrated the hospital extensively.

There must be some important secret hidden here. As long as I get this secret, I can regain the face I lost in front of Rum.

He has been keeping an eye on the hospital these days, but unfortunately, he has yet to find anything.

Today, he finally saw Bourbon enter the hospital, but he didn't see Bourbon at all. Instead, his eyes became a little dry due to prolonged use.

"Fine, I'll try to force my way in tonight. I want to see what secrets are hidden here," Binga thought to himself, his resolve hardening.

He wouldn't send his men this time. The last assassination attempt, which seemed certain to succeed, failed, and he'd begun to distrust his subordinates. Besides, that guy Curaçao might be a hindrance.

He kept waiting for Bourbon to come out, but Bourbon never did, not even his white Mazda RX-7.

They waited until the sun went down.

"Strange, could it be that the guy is really sick? The kind that requires hospitalization?" Binga frowned. "If he really needs hospitalization, why did he drive here? Or does he need surgery?"

Just then, the rooftop door was kicked open, and a man wearing a white clown mask appeared in front of him, holding a shotgun with two dark barrels pointed directly at him.

"Found you!" The masked man's voice carried a hint of excitement as he pulled the trigger, much to Binga's horrified gaze.

The moment Binga saw the masked man, he began to think about his escape route. This was the rooftop, and the only entrance had been blocked by the masked man, so the only remaining escape route was to jump off the building.

He had initially hoped to talk to the guy and see if he could get him to let him go. However, the moment he saw the guy pull the trigger, he immediately turned and jumped off the building.

Fortunately, the distance was already far, and the shotgun's dispersion was ridiculously large. Binga, who was in mid-air, only felt something hit his back. His previously adjusted posture for absorbing the impact was instantly deformed, and he slammed straight to the ground.

The moment he hit the ground, he felt as if his internal organs had been hit by a heavy hammer. He rolled to avoid any projectiles that might come flying at him, climbed into the off-road vehicle that had been prepared in advance, and left the place immediately.

After driving a distance and making sure no one was following, he made a sharp turn into a side road, then stopped and pulled the handbrake. He ripped open his clothes, revealing a bulletproof vest underneath, and took it off. The vest on his back was already badly tattered, but fortunately, it hadn't been penetrated.

I reached up and touched my back, and a sharp pain shot through me. There was no bleeding on the surface, but I wasn't sure if there was bleeding in my internal organs. I had to go to the hospital for a checkup.

Despite suffering such severe injuries, Binga's face showed no anger, but rather an expression of excitement.

If there were no problems with that hospital, this person wouldn't have shown up today, and I wouldn't have been attacked. His appearance means I'm on the right track; there must be something extremely important inside the hospital.

On the rooftop, Xincheng removed the mask from his face.

"Why did you let him go just now? You clearly had a slug, why did you use a deer shot?" Karen's voice came through the earpiece. "This is the same guy who arranged for assassins to kill you last time, why did you let him go this time? Besides, he's already interested in the hospital. If he finds out the hospital's secrets, it will have a very serious impact on you and your junior."

“I’ve stirred up the waters, and by the way, I’m planning to trick Rum.” Xincheng stretched. “He must be very interested in the hospital now, and he’ll probably send people to infiltrate it later.”

"You want to blow up the hospital!" Karen's voice rose. "Just for these guys?"

"Isn't a hospital going to be built on Jiuliangliang Island? If a hospital is going to be built, then medical equipment will be needed. Some medical equipment needs to be registered with the hospital before it can be purchased. It's impossible to buy medical equipment without anyone noticing."

"So you're planning to empty the hospital and then blow it up? Didn't you say you planted the bomb to save Morofushi Kagemitsu?! If Matsuda Jinpei knew you were doing this, what would he think?"

“It was my hospital that was blown up, what is he supposed to think? Besides, he didn’t plant those bombs, so he has no psychological burden. The people who died in the explosion are unknown, and they have no family members, so he won’t be condemned.” Shinjo opened a map as he spoke. “And I didn’t blow up everything, just the warehouse.”

Karen chose to remain silent because she had realized something: she liked to abide by the established rules of human society. And those who disliked following rules were precisely the rule-makers themselves, and Shinjo happened to be one of those rule-averse individuals.

His ideas are often based on breaking the rules, so you might find it hard to keep up with his pace when chatting with him.

"When do you think Binga will make his move?" Xincheng asked with a smile.

"I don't know. Without detailed information, I cannot make a judgment."

"Take a guess, make an estimate. Aren't you artificial intelligence?" Shinjo said with a smile. "If analysis and judgment need to be based on sufficient intelligence, then what's the difference between you and low-level artificial intelligence?"

Chapter 176: Patches I Applied Personally

Silence fell over the headphones. Just when Shinjo thought Karen had logged off, Karen's voice came through the headphones.

"Judging from his behavior, he is someone who is eager to show off. If he did take action, it should have been recently, unless he suffered a particularly serious physical injury."

"Just as I predicted, it deserves praise." Shinjo placed the mask back where it was, and casually propped the spent cartridge case up next to the mask.

After doing all this, Xincheng took out his phone and dialed the media person's number. But halfway through the call, he saw four or five police cars with flashing lights driving towards him on the street in the distance.

"Damn it, when did these guys become so fast?" After cursing, he packed up his things and left the scene.

That evening, Binga, his body wrapped in bandages, found Curaçao and wanted her to cooperate with his operation, but his request was directly rejected by Curaçao.

"Damn it, that woman, who does she think she is!" Binga smashed his wine glass on the ground, saying angrily.

"You and Curaçao have clashed again?" Calvados poured Binga another glass of wine.

As a member of the sniper team, he's just a tool; all he needs to do is fulfill that role. As long as he remains neutral, neither Gin nor Rum will bother him.

However, Vermouth had instructed him to keep a close eye on Rum's men before leaving Japan, so he wanted to make contact with Rum's number two.

“It’s nothing.” Binga looked at Calvados with some wariness.

Although this guy is a sniper in the assassination squad, it is said that he greatly admires Vermouth and is even willing to be used as her tool.

Calvados didn't care about Binga's attitude; he just sat down next to him and drank in silence, taking a sip from Binga and then taking a sip from him.

Looking at the sniper beside him who was like a leech, Binga's forehead veins throbbed; he felt he had been provoked.

Although he wasn't good at drinking, he wasn't willing to admit defeat so easily, and the two of them drank one glass after another.

The next morning, when the organization members came in to clean, they saw Binga lying on the floor next to the bar, his shirt off and bandaged.

Calvados was still sitting at the bar, propping his head up with one hand to keep himself from collapsing. Beside him was a note that read, "I won," in his own handwriting.

Vodka was quickly notified and, upon seeing the scene, he was also somewhat exasperated. How could these two be so childish?

Just as he was wondering what to do, Gin walked past him and stood next to Calvados. He picked up the note on the table, glanced at it, and snorted.

"Call Cohen and Chianti over here and take him back." Gin walked over to Binga, kicked his face, and seeing that he showed no signs of waking up, said, "Notify Curaçao and have her find a way to get him away."

He had heard a little about this arrogant guy who wanted to kick him out of his current position. He had initially thought he would be a very capable and troublesome person, but now it seemed he was nothing special.

"Boss, who is this guy?" Vodka asked, frowning.

Anyone who can drink with Calvados must hold a high position within the organization, at least an officer. But why have I never seen him before? Tokyo is their territory, after all.

“Binga, one of Rum’s men, supposedly a key henchman of Rum.” Gin stretched his neck.

He originally wanted to tell Vodka that this guy was ruthless and might be a threat to them.

However, upon seeing Binga's drunken and useless state, he swallowed his words. There seemed to be no reason to guard against such a guy, and even if given the chance, he wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.

"it is good."

Curaçao had no objection to taking Binga back, and quickly sent people to take Binga away, who was sleeping like a log. Afterwards, the people in the organization began to clean up the scene.

Just as Gin and Vodka were about to sit down for a drink, the bar door opened again, and a man dressed in a formal suit appeared at the entrance.

When they saw the cognac, both Gin and Vodka frowned in unison. What bad luck! They were just relaxing when they ran into this guy.

"Are you two here to collect intelligence as well?" Shinjo asked in an extremely familiar manner.

"This..." Vodka was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

“If you need information, ask the bartender,” Gin said. “We’re just here for drinks.”

He had important matters to attend to and didn't want to clash with Cognac for the time being, since he wasn't the only one who wanted to deal with him.

“Sure.” Shinjo sat down at the bar. “Give me a sip of beer. Also, I need information about the scene of Binga’s attack yesterday.”

He had calculated that Gin would come to the bar today, which is why he came to tell him. Last night, he had just finished setting up the scene, and before the media he had notified arrived, the police came first.

Because the case involved firearms, the Metropolitan Police Department imposed a very tight cordon on the scene, and the media were unable to obtain any information.

Without these media outlets as mouthpieces, if Gin wanted to know the information, he would have to find someone to "tell" him.

He originally intended for Amuro Tooru to do this job, but now that Amuro Tooru is suspected by Gin, revealing information to Gin at this time might backfire.

Besides Bourbon, he only knows Irish Liquor and Pisco within the organization. However, Pisco is indifferent to the organization's affairs, and his sudden intervention would arouse Gin's suspicion. In the end, Gin might very well put Pisco in charge of the mission himself. If the mission fails, there's no need to make up an excuse; he can simply get rid of the old man.

As for Irish liquor, this guy is intelligent enough, but he's not from the Tokyo branch, so it's not appropriate for him to interfere.

After much deliberation, he decided that he had no choice but to make the trip himself.

Gin frowned. Only then did he remember that Binga was wrapped in many bandages, indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.