PDLP Chapter 107 Conan's "Lucky Day"
Chapter 107 Conan's "Lucky Day"
Conan really felt that he was very lucky today.
When school was over, Haibara Ai said she was going to Suzuki Sonoko's party and didn't go home with him. Conan was a little uncomfortable for a while. After all, they always walked home together. But unexpectedly, he met Dayu on his lonely way home.
He was walking home when a black Porsche 356A quietly pulled up beside him. Conan glanced at the car and thought, "Wow! I've only ever seen Chen Shuo drive one of these classic cars. I never thought Mihua would have one."
However, before his curiosity could continue to ferment, the scene before him made him stunned - the people who got out of the car were actually Gin and Vodka, whom Conan had been thinking about day and night! The cold aura of these two people gave off a chilling aura that made Conan feel a little creepy.
Gin's face seemed to hold the breath of death at any moment, while Vodka remained silent as always, wearing sunglasses, and it was obvious that he was not a good person. Conan's heartbeat almost stopped, and he couldn't help but shout in his heart: "No way... I'm exposed? I'm going to be silenced?"
Fortunately, Gin and Vodka didn't seem to notice him at all. They completely ignored Conan, who was trembling on the side, and, not caring that the zebra crossing light was red, they ran straight across the street and disappeared into the crowd. Conan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, secretly laughing at his own nervousness.
"I almost scared myself to death..." Conan smiled bitterly, his palms wet with sweat, his body trembling slightly, his heart pounding. However, despite his inner fear, a smug smile quickly appeared on his face: "This is simply a blessing from heaven. I actually ran into them! Gin and Vodka, unexpectedly appeared here. Looks like this time I can finally track down that organization!"
He quickly called Dr. Agasa and asked him to bring some supplies. He crouched beside Gin's Porsche 356A, contemplating his next move. He was completely lost in his own world, focused solely on finding evidence of the organization's crimes and catching them all. He never considered the dangers of his actions. What could a grade-schooler like him accomplish? Would it affect those around him? This was Conan!
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After a while, Dr. Agasa's car finally drove over in a hurry. He jumped out of the car with a clothes hanger and pliers, looking very flustered. Conan's eyes lit up, and without paying any attention to Dr. Agasa's puzzled questions, he picked up the pliers and bent the clothes hanger a few times, then skillfully pried open the Porsche door.
"This car is not like Chen Shuo's. There are no special modifications. The old method will do." Conan evaluated secretly in his mind, moving quickly and skillfully.
Dr. Agasa was almost stunned by Conan's actions. How could this little guy be so bold? This was simply a blatant crime! Dr. Agasa hurried forward and asked anxiously, "Shinichi! What are you doing?!"
Conan casually replied as he continued to operate the machine, "This car belongs to Gin and Vodka. I'm going to install a tracker and a bug on it."
"What?" Dr. Agasa's eyes almost popped out of his glasses, his face filled with shock. "Boy, are you so brave?"
Conan completely ignored the doctor's shock and climbed into the car, continuing his own actions. He was busy debugging the equipment while saying nonchalantly, "Since we've come across this, of course we have to seize the opportunity. Only through them can we find more important clues."
Dr. Agasa didn't dare to say anything more. After all, it had already happened, and he could only watch helplessly. So, he looked around, cautiously alert to see if anyone noticed them. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he whispered a warning: "Shinichi, look across the street!"
Conan heard the doctor's voice and quickly looked up. He saw Gin and Vodka standing across from him, leisurely lighting cigarettes. Startled, he immediately climbed out of the car and quickly locked the door. He had been so busy that he hadn't noticed Gin and Vodka had already walked across the street.
After lighting a cigarette, Gin and Vodka crossed the street without paying any attention to the pedestrians and traffic. They walked with incredible casualness, not even bothering to use the zebra crossing, completely ignoring the cars slamming on their brakes, wantonly displaying their arrogance.
Arriving in front of the car, Gin looked down at the messy footprints on the ground and frowned slightly: "Why are the footprints beside the car so messy?"
Vodka smiled and guessed proudly, "It's probably just passersby who came to admire it, right? After all, big brother's car is not common."
Gin thought it made sense and smiled smugly, "Huh! This 'German tree frog' is quite famous."
Without much hesitation, the two got in the car and drove away from the scene.
Dr. Agasa sat in his Beetle, nervously watching the Porsche go by. Conan calmly flipped the switch on his glasses, a sneer on his face. Through the lenses, Gin's coordinates instantly appeared in his field of vision: "Ha, I won't let you go this time!"
He narrowed his eyes, adjusted his posture slightly, and watched the Porsche disappear into the distance. Conan had now made up his mind: This time, no matter what the cost, he would find out Gin and Vodka's true purpose and would not let them off easily. He could no longer care about anything else!
He didn't notice that a sharp-eyed man in a black Ford GT500 parked on the side of the road had witnessed the entire process and revealed a meaningful smile...
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After Conan entered the venue, Mao Lilan, Sonoko, Haibara Ai, and Urashi Seiran waited quietly. As time passed, the atmosphere gradually became more and more solemn. After a long wait, Sonoko finally couldn't help but complain: "Hey, why did we have to wait so long? What is that Akai Shuichi doing? Did he change his target?"
Mao Lilan frowned slightly, looked at Sonoko, and said softly: "Don't worry, that Akai Shuichi is the FBI's ace after all, he will definitely not show up so easily."
However, Yuanzi's anxiety still persisted. She kept twisting her body, seeming a bit restless. Pu Siqinglan quietly aimed at the target in the distance, ignoring the commotion around her. When Yuanzi's complaints came again, she finally spoke: "Yuanzi, sniping is a boring process. You have to understand that sometimes snipers can go days and nights without food or water, quietly guarding their positions, just to wait for that decisive moment. A truly excellent shooter must have patience. Do you really want to be a good shooter?"
Yuanzi was stunned for a moment. When she heard Pu Siqinglan's tone become serious and a bit scolding, she couldn't help but quiet down and think silently. After a few seconds, Yuanzi suddenly realized that if she continued to be so anxious, it would not only affect the progress of the mission, but might also cause unnecessary trouble for everyone.
"Okay, I understand, Sister Qinglan." Yuanzi said softly, her tone became much calmer. She adjusted her sitting position and stared at the sight intently.
Pu Siqinglan smiled faintly, very pleased that Yuanzi listened to her advice, and continued to focus on the goal in front of her. Huiyuan Ai didn't say anything, but continued to pay attention to the changes in the surrounding environment coldly. Everyone tacitly returned to their work, and the atmosphere became quiet again.
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Chen Shuo, dressed in a black suit, stood at the memorial service with a calm expression. A solemn atmosphere permeated the venue. The host stood on the stage, reciting the eulogy. Although it was a memorial service, his voice didn't sound heavy at all, instead he punctuated it with small jokes.
Chen Shuo's eyes occasionally darted around, his face still radiating his usual calmness and indifference, as if he had no interest in anything around him. After all, for him, this kind of situation was just part of completing a mission, and his mind was no longer focused on it.
At that moment, he felt a subtle shift in the air around him. A fragrance reached his face, and a woman in a tight black dress slowly approached him. Her long hair was slightly loose, and she wore a charming smile. Her eyes were gentle, yet also held a subtle hint of seduction. Her steps were light and quiet, yet they seemed to possess a magnetic allure that made everything around her seem colorless.
Just as the woman was about to approach Chen Shuo, she suddenly felt a slight tightening in her lower abdomen, and a hard object silently pressed against her. The touch of the object made the woman startled slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, as if nothing had happened.
She smiled softly and whispered, "Mr. Chen, don't be so nervous. I just wanted to get to know you. You know, your 'Jingxin' coffee is very popular in the United States."
Her voice was soft and alluring, drifting gently into Chen Shuo's ears. But his gaze, far from becoming anxious at her approach, grew calmer. His eyes were deep, as if lost in thought, and the woman's smile, under his gaze, seemed unnatural. Her hand rested lightly on the table, casually extended, yet faintly nervous.
In reality, the woman wasn't simply flattering Chen Shuo. Although he only had one brick-and-mortar store and maintained a low profile, his "Jingxin" coffee, with its almost indescribable unique aroma and exceptional quality, had already secured a place among the world's upper classes.
Over the past few years, Chen Shuo has leveraged his incredible connections to successfully sell his special coffee worldwide. Each bag of beans is meticulously selected, and production is extremely limited, making it a shining pearl in the luxury market. From European aristocrats to American tycoons and even exclusive private clubs, this coffee, known as "Quiet Mind," is considered a symbol of status and taste.
Chen Shuo's compliments didn't faze him, as he calmly and composedly withdrew the gun. Though the woman smiled and maintained her seductive demeanor, she felt a slight sense of relief. The memory of Chen Shuo's shooting a year ago still evoked a dull ache in her lower abdomen. Although the wound had long since healed, she still felt an indescribable pain whenever she thought of it.
Chen Shuo's expression remained cold, his eyes piercing through all pretense and pretense. "Are you the 'bait' sent by that organization?" He asked coldly, his tone merciless. "What should I call you?"
A subtle smile appeared on the woman's face, completely unconcerned with Chen Shuo's indifference: "You can call me 'Chris Wynyard'. My code name in the organization is 'Vermouth'."