Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

"I have obtained the car and have arrived at the prepared safe house safely."

This apartment is on the edge of a wealthy area. The room is on the fourth floor. There are no other high-rise buildings opposite the bedroom. There are no suitable sniper points nearby, so it is generally safe.

"How about weapons?"

"no problem."

Glenn had rummaged through it when she first entered the room. Under the bed behind her, there was an unassembled SVD sniper rifle with sufficient accessories and bullets in the box. The pistol was in another bedroom.

Glenn suddenly felt a little self-deprecating.

Before time travel, she had only practiced with ordinary police pistols, and sniper rifles were only used by special police officers.

No matter how talented she is, an excellent sniper will cost tens of thousands of bullets and hundreds of thousands per person per year to raise, but she can do it in one step by "installing" other people's experience bars.

...It's just a pity that no matter how good she is here, she has no chance to change her job.

As this thought passed through my mind, the sound of sirens sounded again below, and this time there was the sound of an ambulance. Maybe something happened again.

"What's that noise over there?" Rum heard the movement keenly.

"The sound of police cars." Glenn recovered from his strange state. "I heard it once when I first arrived in Flushing. The security here is not very good."

He didn't use euphemism, he directly used affirmative sentences.

Rum, who has been in the United States in the past, reminded: "Pay attention to the police and don't conflict with them. The American police are not as easy to talk to as those in Tokyo. Once they think - yes, as long as they think - you can pose a threat to them, they will I'll shoot you."

"clear."

Rum got down to business: "Your target is Sawada Hiroki, the developer of the DNA tracking system. That gentleman attaches great importance to this mission. His order is to bring him to the organization. If he fails, kill him." , destroying all the programs he left behind."

"The United States is Goldwasser's territory. That gentleman knew that neither of us could deal with him, so he arranged for you to have another member who also hates him."

"He will be your future collaborator."

"The code name of that member is unknown. He is very trusted by that gentleman. He has already infiltrated the Sindora Group. He will contact you proactively and tell you about the group's security arrangements and Hiroki Sawada's daily travel arrangements."

Glenn listened in silence.

Her heart suddenly beat violently twice, hitting her heart with vitality.

At the same time, she felt her phone vibrate.

"Yes."

Over the past year, Rum had long been accustomed to her being reticent in front of most of the organization members, so he hung up after a few more instructions.

Glenn deleted the chat history and opened the newly received email.

[9 p.m., Girasol Bar, 37 Roosevelt Avenue, Queens. 】

The email did not include the wine code name.

Chapter 182 The third meeting

Street lights illuminate the ground, and vehicles come and go on the road.

The further you go into the affluent area, the more prosperous it becomes. There are almost no homeless people. Groups of well-dressed young people gather in front of the bar.

Glenn arrived at the appointed bar ten minutes before the appointed time. There were several bars on this street, but there were not many people here. She sat down at the bar.

"A Sidewinder Cocktail."

In nightlife, alcohol can be said to be an indispensable item. In some places where work pressure is high, alcohol and cigarettes, especially cigarettes - after all, sometimes it is easy to miss things when you are drunk - are also necessary to relieve stress and refresh yourself.

And in some more special places, in addition to these two things, there are also...

Glenn looked at the mirror on the opposite shelf.

It reflected several young people sitting in the corner. They were watching a sports game played in the bar. They seemed to be doing nothing unusual, but their open mouths revealed black, yellow, and severely decayed teeth.

She looked away in disgust.

The wine came quickly, and the triangular cup was filled with golden, translucent wine. The Rattlesnake cocktail, a cocktail of whiskey and ouzo, was the secret code her collaborator had given her for the meeting.

Glenn didn't touch, didn't even reach out.

"Don't you want to try it?"

The bartender who delivered the drinks did not leave. A customer sitting further away called him, but he did not move. Another bartender behind the bar took the initiative to greet him.

Instantly, Glenn knew who it was.

She looked up at him warily, and a particularly handsome face suddenly fell into her eyes.

After Glenn received the meeting email, the other party quickly sent a second one. The new email stated the specific seat, meeting password, and his appearance.

The first two were real, but the last one looked like one that Glenn thought was highly likely to be fake.

After all, this is a member whose code name is not even known to Rum, and he has not given it himself. The confidentiality is probably very high. This kind of person will not show his true face to others casually, but there is a master of disguise like Belmod in the United States.

Under the warm light, she could see the other person's face clearly. Putting aside her prejudice against the members of the organization, she admitted that her face was really good, but her temperament...

Like a scumbag.

——It feels like you have used all your conscience on your face, leaving no trace of moral character left in your body.

"I don't want to drink just yet. What should I call you?" She got straight to the point.

"Belloberg."

The bartender smiled, and his green eyes seemed to have a genuine smile.

"That's the name I currently use."

At present...it seems to be a pseudonym.

Except for the well-known ones, Glenn didn't have much impression of other foreign names. She didn't think of anything at first and just nodded.

At nine o'clock, the two people who met formally and knew each other's names began to talk about the mission. Belloberg picked up the wine glass and wiped it slowly, as if a serious bartender was chatting with the guests.

"I set up a scheduled sending. You should have received the third email now. Take a look at it first."

Upon hearing this, Glenn took out the cell phone that was in the inner pocket of her clothes. Her gun was just below, in a position where she could easily pull it out at any time.

The email is not long, and the content is quite colloquial. It seems that I typed it casually while thinking about it, and mentioned internal security.

The security schedule on the first floor and parking lot, the crowded areas upstairs, the situation of personal bodyguards... Scroll down further to see the floor plan of each floor of the company, with escape routes and monitoring locations highlighted.

Sindora Group is a giant in the American IT industry. It has been a competitor in physical business wars before. Judging from the map, all the destroyed places, mainly walls, have been rebuilt.

Apart from these, this is Hiroki Sawada's information.

He is a graduate student at MIT. He immigrated to the United States with his mother after his parents divorced two years ago. His mother died in a car accident a year ago, and he was adopted by the chairman of Sindora.

Chairman Thomas Sindora is a bachelor, and there are rumors that he has a lover and an illegitimate child, but he himself has not admitted it. On the surface, he only has this adopted son.

"He is a well-deserved genius in the field of computers, specializing in artificial intelligence. The DNA tracking system for finding ancestors based on skin and blood was accidentally developed in his spare time."

"Mr. Thomas 'loved' the child very much."

Beloberg spoke softly.

"We thought he was in poor health, so we immediately arranged for him to take a leave of absence from school and let him stay in the building to recuperate. He seldom went out. In order to give him a place to play, we even built a personal park on the rooftop terrace."

Glenn frowned.

DNA tracking system, the organization therefore focused on Sawada Hiroki. Having watched the movie version, she also knew that it was through this system that he found out his adoptive father's life experience and began to be closely monitored.

The security there is already strict, and it is even more difficult for Hiroki Sawada to get in touch with him in this situation.

"Have you seen him?" Glenn asked.

"I met him once. He usually stays on the top floor and rarely has the chance to come down."

Belloberg answered truthfully, and he looked at her.

"You are the leader this time, what do you think we should do? That boy is not Rapunzel, and that tall building is much more dangerous than the tall tower in the forest."

Glenn was silent.

Organizations that have never thought about AC numbers know that this is difficult, so they gave her... two ways to deal with it:

First, kidnap him;

Second, kill him and destroy the system.

The boy did nothing wrong. He was only ten years old and a genius, but he was targeted for it.

——It is always easier to destroy something than to protect it.

……

Glenn left.

Counting the time spent preparing before departure, flying and organizing the safe house, she had not slept for a day and a night, and she did not fall asleep at all on the plane.

She had not rested for so long, but her consciousness was quite clear, and she even became more awake in the cold night wind. She knew exactly what she was going to do next.

As soon as Glenn reached the intersection, he soon encountered trouble. Several young people came over with malicious intentions.

Single Asians, regardless of appearance, are male or female. Because of their overall introverted personality, they always have the stereotype of being easy to bully. In some places, they are easily targeted by thieves and robbers.

Glenn didn't draw his gun, just glanced at them calmly.

The moment they met those brown-red eyes, all those young people froze. Their expressions remained blank for several seconds, then they took out powder bags and syringes from their pockets, threw them away, and turned around to leave.

Glenn did not look at the backs of them as they left. Instead, inexplicably, as if he was suddenly patted on the back by someone, he suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

——There is no one behind her.

"........."

Glenn looked up at the sky.

Her hawk rested on a house in the distance. To avoid attracting onlookers from passers-by, she never called too many times.

The scene just now happened to be in its blind spot.

……

At the same time, inside the Sindora Company building.