Conan, I'm an actor

I used to have a boss who could protect me, but now that my boss is dead, I've lost that protection. Joining any organization now would be suicide.

The SD card inside the amulet was his last bargaining chip; he wanted to use it to save his life.

“If it were up to me, I would grant your request,” Yusuke Sakata sighed helplessly. “But I’m sorry, I can’t make that decision.”

"What do you want to do?" Masaaki Okakura reached into his pocket to pull out his gun, but he was not in good condition at the moment. His hands and feet were trembling, and he was much slower in pulling out his money. This gave Yusuke Sakata the opportunity to seize the opportunity.

With an over-the-shoulder throw followed by a German back throw, Masaaki Okakura quickly lost consciousness. Yusuke Sakata handcuffed him with the handcuffs he carried with him, then put him in the back seat of the car and started the engine.

Chapter 189 SD Card List Obtained

Just as he was about to start the vehicle and leave, the sound of a helicopter came from the sky; a fire helicopter had arrived.

The car that was pushed down the valley by the vodka and tequila caused a fire, and the fire department responded promptly.

With the arrival of the helicopter, the intermittent gunfire seemed to have stopped.

Then, a loud bang erupted on the mountain road. Amuro Tooru looked up and saw that a violent explosion had occurred where the agave had been. In the end, that guy still chose to commit suicide.

"Although I knew this would be the outcome, those guys, sigh." Amuro Tooru sighed and stopped talking, packing his things to leave.

Just then, a sliver of dawn appeared in the distance, and it seemed that day was about to break.

After a chaotic night, Gin finally received a report from his subordinates: seven members of the organization in Tokyo had been arrested, two killed, one committed suicide, and one went missing. Of these, Vodka and Tequila were the most concerning. Tequila was confirmed to have committed suicide, but Vodka was missing.

He also suspected that Vodka might have been arrested by the police, but the organization's informants within the police force denied it.

Just then, the phone on the counter rang, and when he picked it up, he heard Vermouth's annoying voice.

In the past, he would have hung up immediately, given his current predicament. But Tequila's death made him decide to listen carefully to what Vermouth had to say.

"Breaking news: two of Rum's men are dead, and two are missing." Vermouth's voice came through the receiver. "The dead little shrimp was strangled with judo, a fatal blow. As for the two missing men, Curaçao and Binga."

"What did they go to do?" Gin asked, frowning.

Both of these individuals are elites whom Rum relies on, and their strength is guaranteed to be sufficient. They are unlikely to get into trouble unless they do something reckless.

“Rum didn’t say, but my mole on Rum’s side told me that Binga persuaded Curaçao to go with him to raid the Cognac research institute.” Vermouth looked at her wine-red manicure. “I’ve been to that research institute. It’s heavily guarded. The two of them probably both died there.”

"Aren't you on good terms with that guy? Why don't you just give him a call and ask?"

If there were a list of "the people Gin least wants to deal with" within the organization, Cognac would definitely be in the top three. That madman doesn't play by the rules and likes to be sarcastic, making it very difficult to communicate with him.

“In a way, Cognac and I are allies. My failure to stop him from retaliating against Rum last time already offended him, and asking about this again might affect our cooperation. As for you…”

Gin's face darkened instantly, and after a moment he said, "I understand."

Anyway, it was Rum's men who did this, so asking them about it isn't really a crime. At most, it's just a way of putting Rum in his place, letting him know who's in charge in Japan.

Outside the villa in the port area, Yusuke Sakata had just parked his car when a white RX-7 pulled up behind him.

“Bourbon-senpai.” Sakata Yusuke was taken aback.

Okakura Masaaki, held in his hand, began to struggle frantically. What a joke! He had thought these people were enemies of the black-clad organization, and had even been calculating how to gain some advantage to make his life easier. But the moment he saw Bourbon, he realized how naive he had been—these guys were all in cahoots!

"Can you hand over that guy you have?" Amuro Tooru asked Sakata Yusuke, getting straight to the point.

Sakata Yusuke's face showed a troubled expression. He guessed Amuro Tooru's undercover identity and wanted to help him, but he was now a member of Shinjo.

“Sorry, this person is the one Shinjo-senpai wants.” Looking at Okakura Masaaki struggling wildly in his hands, Sakata Yusuke thought for half a second, then chopped him on the neck with a chop.

Okakura Masaaki's eyes widened for a moment, then he immediately collapsed, being dragged into the villa by Sakata Yusuke like a ribbonfish.

Not long after, Shinjo ran out to open the door. Looking at Amuro Tooru behind Sakata Yusuke, he couldn't help but shake his head. This guy is really impatient.

As soon as Yusuke Sakata and Tooru Amuro entered the villa, Tooru Amuro couldn't help but want to speak.

“I can give you a copy of the item.” Shinjo interrupted Amuro Tooru in advance. “How’s the situation over there? With your impatient nature, you should have already made your move, right?”

“Tequila committed suicide, and the other two are dead,” Amuro Tooru added. “Vodka ran away.”

"It got away?" Xincheng's expression was somewhat amused. "You let it escape, didn't you?"

“Gin is too dangerous and needs to be kept an eye on. No one is more suitable than vodka.”

"What's the situation on your side? How many are dead and how many are injured?"

Upon hearing Shinjo's question, Amuro Tooru's face darkened, and he looked somewhat embarrassed. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said, "Six people died and more than a dozen were injured."

This record is really not good. With home advantage and outnumbered, and it was an ambush, Amuro Tooru would have loved to shoot Kazama, the leader of the organization, if he didn't know that the opponent was an elite member of the organization.

This operation exposed the serious lack of combat skills among his men, and they need to undergo special training to improve their combat effectiveness.

"Not bad, the record isn't too bad." As Shinjo spoke, he took out a talisman from Masaaki Okakura and pulled out an SD card from it.

"He put the list here?" Amuro Tooru's face turned green. An intelligence operative carrying such important information on his person? Is this guy out of his mind?

"I doubt anyone would remove the amulet," Yusuke Sakata said, sounding somewhat distressed.

If he had known the information was inside the amulet, he would have taken it out long ago.

“This thing is his talisman, so naturally it’s hidden inside the talisman. Is it that hard to guess?” Shinjo patted Okakura Masaaki’s face. “Stop pretending to be asleep, you can wake up now.”

However, Masaaki Okakura did not react; it was as if he were asleep.

“Um…” Sakata Yusuke said weakly, “I thought he was too annoying, so I just gave him a little slap. I don’t think he’ll wake up anytime soon.”

Xincheng opened his mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent. He inserted the SD card into the card reader, and soon a program appeared on the computer screen, prompting him to enter his username and password.

"How come there's an account and password here?" Amuro Tooru's expression darkened, then he realized he was being a bit hasty and turned to look for Shinjo. Then he saw Shinjo bring a basin of cold water from the kitchen and splash it directly onto Okakura Masaaki's face.

Chapter 190 Kogoro's Desperate Situation (1)

Masaaki Okakura, who was tied to a chair, suddenly woke up, then saw the person in front of him and let out a scream...

"If you dare to faint, I'll send you to see your boss right now," Shinjo threatened directly.

Masaaki Okakura, who was about to faint, instantly regained his senses. "What are you going to do? What are you going to do? I am..."

“I am Cognac, and he is Bourbon. Although I don’t know if our information is on that list, you should be able to guess our identities from the code names,” Shinjo said slowly. “Okakura Masaaki, you’ve done something truly remarkable.”

"No, I just want to extort some money, really, really! I don't want the money, I'll give you the money, I have a lot of money."

"Is it a lot?" Shinjo asked Karen through the headset. "Check how much money is in his account."

“It’s only a little over 3 billion yen in total, he’s a penniless wretch.” Karen quickly replied, “By the way, I calculated his real estate holdings according to the highest standards, so the actual amount may not be that much.”

“Only three billion yen in assets? That’s not enough to buy your life,” Shinjo said with a smile. “I’ll give you two choices now. One is that we hand you over to Gin. You might not know who Gin is…”

“I choose the second one.” Masaaki Okakura shouted without any hesitation. Of course, he knew who Gin was and what he did.

"Alright then, here's your employment contract, 99 years term, 24/7 availability." Shinjo directly took out a contract and placed it in front of Okakura Masaaki. "Sign it, and you can live."

"Can they really survive?"

“I will send you to an island for training. After that, you will appear in the world with a new identity, and even the people in the organization will not be able to find out your identity.” Xincheng shrugged. “As long as you are not mentally ill and do something reckless, dying of old age will not be a problem.”

Amuro Tooru looked at Shinjo with some oddness. For some reason, he had a feeling that Shinjo's target was Okakura Masaaki himself, not the information in his hands. He glanced at Sakata Yusuke beside him; it seemed that this man had also been captured by Shinjo.

After receiving Shinjo's promise, Okakura Masaaki immediately signed the contract in front of him and also handed over the password for the SD card.

However, after Shinjo and Amuro Tooru read the contents, their expressions turned extremely grim.

They knew the organization had a lot of influence in Japan and that some of its members were in high positions, but they never imagined there would be so many of them. No wonder they were able to do so much in Japan.

"So, what do you plan to do?" Shinjo asked, looking at Amuro Tooru.

"Let's not do anything for now, let's pretend we don't know anything." Amuro Tooru took a deep breath. "Let's just pretend we didn't get this SD card. Let's wait and see, and then find an opportunity to gradually cut it out. Besides, the ones who are alive are more useful than the ones who are dead. We can use them to transmit some wrong information."

He originally intended to eliminate all these guys, but after seeing the actual list, he realized he was too naive. If he had actually done so, he would have been the first to die, and even Kuroda Hyoue wouldn't have been able to save him.

"Your mind is still relatively clear." Xincheng nodded with some relief.

Amuro Tooru's lips twitched. He couldn't afford to be out of it; it concerned his life and fortune.

Just then, Yusuke Sakata came out of the room next door.

"How is he?" Xincheng asked with a smile.

"He was probably too traumatized; he fell asleep as soon as he went in," Sakata Yusuke said, frowning. "Boss, this guy is too weak, and his willpower isn't strong either. Was it really appropriate to bring him in..."

"Everyone has their own use, this has nothing to do with you." Shinjo dismissed Sakata Yusuke directly, then turned to Amuro Tooru, who was deep in thought, "By the way, what excuse are you going to use to clean up this mess?"

"What cleanup?" Amuro Tooru was a little confused.

"Over in Gunma..."

"Well, Kazama usually handles these kinds of things; I don't get involved."

Shinjo silently prayed for Kazama, thinking that having such a boss meant he was in for a lot of trouble.

Professor Agasa's residence

Conan and Professor Agasa are discussing the feasibility of new uses for the belt, such as using the belt material to make a soccer ball that can be inflated at any time.

Just then, news broke on television about a gang shootout in Gunma. These reporters were incredibly efficient; they had found eyewitnesses to the events of last night by 8 a.m.

"A gunfight? And a gangland shootout with multiple deaths?" Professor Agasa asked, somewhat puzzled. "What's so interesting about robbing Gunma?"

Gangs need to thrive on industries, and Gunma is a mountainous area with few small businesses and vendors, making it inherently unsuitable for gangs to survive.

"Could it be that they're setting up a fight over there?" Conan asked casually, juggling a soccer ball.

These past two days, he'd been engrossed in Ran's gentle embrace, unwilling to use his brain or get involved in anything troublesome. The Moriya Teiji incident had taught him a lesson, and he didn't want Ran to get involved in anything dangerous again.

"That doesn't seem like it. These gang fights are usually arranged in secluded places, and they don't use guns, at most knives." Dr. Agasa stroked his chin.

Just then, the phone in the living room rang.

"Who is this?" Conan answered the phone somewhat reluctantly.

"Is that Shinichi?"

"Mom, what's up?" Conan asked impatiently.

"Shinichi, listen to me! Your dad, Yusaku, went out early again this morning. We were so looking forward to his return, but he's completely drunk!" Yukiko complained. "I'm so angry!"

"What can we do?" Conan said helplessly. "It's normal for Dad to have a lot of social engagements since he's a bestselling author."

"Then tell me, what kind of social occasion absolutely requires a woman's lipstick to show on your shirt!" Yukiko got angrier and angrier as she spoke. "I'm so angry, I'm going to find an affair too!"

"Mom, calm down!" Conan quickly comforted her. Just then, an explosion was heard, originating from Professor Agasa's experimental table.

"What was that sound?" Yukiko asked, somewhat puzzled.