Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 201 Prepare for war

The air in the engine room was dim and oppressive, with pipes occasionally emitting a low humming sound, and the entire space was filled with the cold texture of metal.

In a hidden corner, Wakasa Rumi was protecting four children, squatting on the ground against the wall.

Her eyes looked through Conan's glasses, fixed on the hatch leading to the interior of the airship.

Fully armed men entered one after another cautiously, each of them equipped with sophisticated weapons, moving quickly and orderly.

Wakasa Rumi held her breath, leaned forward slightly, her eyes as sharp as a knife, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

However, her task was not to fight, but to wait.

When the last armed man entered the airship, the hatch closed again and the surroundings returned to silence for a moment.

Wakasa Rumi then let out a sigh of relief, and the few beads of sweat on her forehead were particularly clear under the dim light of the engine room.

"Oh... How scary! They're all fully armed."

She breathed a sigh of relief, her tone slightly relaxed, but her eyes remained alert.

"They're red Siamese cats, right?"

Conan took the glasses handed to him by Wakasa Rumi, put them on, stood up straight, put his hands in his pockets, and spoke in a calm and composed voice.

"should be."

Wakasa Rumi nodded, her expression returning to her usual calm and composed self.

"I've already told the boss, he should take action."

"Conan, are they Kidd's accomplices?" Ayumi's voice was a little timid, but more of curiosity.

"What should we do?" Mitsuhiko asked the question right after him, and Yuantai came over not wanting to be left behind: "Should we rush out and catch them all in one fell swoop?"

The three little ones' questions bombarded Conan like a machine gun, making him unable to cope for a while.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"The current situation is not suitable for you to participate."

Conan whispered as he pulled out two small nose plugs from his pocket and handed them to Wakasa Rumi.

Wakasa Rumi took the nose plug and immediately understood Conan's intention, and put it on without saying a word.

"Conan, what is this?" Ayumi asked in confusion when she saw the two of them suddenly wearing strange things.

Conan did not answer directly, but smiled, squatted down and touched Ayumi's head, as if to comfort her.

He took out a small round ball from his pocket, put on a deliberately relaxed smile and said, "Ayumi, let me perform a magic trick for you, okay?"

"magic?"

Ayumi's eyes lit up instantly, and Mitsuhiko and Genta also showed curious expressions and came over.

"Yeah, close your eyes, I've got a big surprise for you!"

Conan said, twisting the top of the ball slightly.

"hiss--"

A slight puffing sound was heard, and then a colorless and odorless gas quickly spurted out of the ball, filling the front of the three little ones.

Before they could react, they lost consciousness in a matter of seconds, their bodies falling limply into Wakasa Rumi and Conan's arms.

"It's done."

Conan supported Ayumi and carefully placed her on the ground.

Wakasa Rumi simply picked up Genta and Mitsuhiko with one hand and easily put them in the corner sitting against the wall.

Her movements were clean and sharp, and her tone was tinged with a hint of teasing: "The Judge is truly ruthless, even to his own 'comrades'."

"I don't have the energy to deal with their curiosity right now."

Conan rubbed his brows, his tone filled with helplessness.

"Let them get some sleep first. They can't be involved in what's coming next."

Wakasa Rumi looked down at the three little ones' sleeping faces and smiled faintly.

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Inside the machinery cabin, the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Wakasa Rumi stood with her back against the wall, holding a dagger with a cold glow in her right hand, and skillfully examining a Tactical Master 2011 pistol with her left hand. Her movements were neat and decisive, and her eyes revealed a terrifying murderous intent.

"Then I'll ask you to take good care of the three children while I go defuse the bomb."

After checking the gun, Wakasa Rumi put the dagger back into the sheath at her waist, turned to look at Conan, her tone full of unquestionable determination.

She looked down at the three young detectives sleeping in the corner and smiled slightly.

"Please stay here for a while. I think it will be over soon."

Conan looked up at her, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

He shook his head and said calmly, "It should be safe here. The children won't wake up for a while. I'll go defuse the bomb, and you go help deal with those mercenaries. Although Brother Shuo and his men are strong, this time our opponent is a well-trained mercenary. I don't think it will be that easy."

"But..." Wakasa Rumi was stunned and frowned slightly. Obviously, she was worried about Conan defusing the bomb alone.

"Do not worry!"

Conan interrupted her with a smile, pulled out a Swiss Army knife from his pocket, and shook it gently, "I'm good at defusing bombs!"

His smile was bright and confident, as if danger was just a common occurrence for him.

Wakasa Rumi looked at his small figure and was at a loss for words. He looked like a child, but he possessed an extraordinary calmness and responsibility.

At this time, a burst of low gunfire was faintly heard outside the mechanical cabin, short and rapid, as if someone was exchanging fire.

Conan's smile dropped instantly, his eyes fixed.

He turned around and pushed Wakasa Rumi, his tone adding a hint of urgency: "Go! Don't lose to Shuo-ge, oh. If you beat him, I can laugh at him for a whole year!"

Wakasa Rumi was stunned for a moment, then she started laughing.

There was a hint of cruelty in that smile, yet it also seemed confident and fearless. She looked at Conan deeply, loaded the Tactician 2011, and with a click, the bolt closed. She whispered, "As you command!"

Wakasa Rumi turned and walked towards the exit of the mechanical cabin, her steps steady, like a beast about to hunt.

Conan lowered his head to check his equipment, took a deep breath, and quickly walked towards the passage on the other side of the airship.

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The Red Siamese Cat's mercenaries were well-trained and acted decisively, flooding through every room of the airship like a tide.

They advanced and retreated in a measured manner, with clear division of labor, and completed the search of the entire airship in a short time.

However, the results surprised them a little - except for the two people who were isolated in the infirmary, they did not find any extra traces.

The mercenary leader didn't care.

He had already received information from the insider, and everyone gathered in the living room.

As long as they pass through that door, they can easily reach the exhibition room, take control of the airship, and take over the entire airship.

"Money...victory...are all within reach."

Standing at the entrance to the living room, the leader's lips curled up into a determined smile, as if he could already see countless money beckoning him. He nodded gently, signaling his men to begin action.

A fully armed mercenary stood in front of the door, his eyes full of confidence.

He took a deep breath, raised his foot, and kicked open the door of the living room!

"boom--!"

Just as the door was kicked open, a deafening gunshot exploded in the narrow corridor like thunder!

Before anyone else could react, the mercenary who rushed into the room had a cluster of blood flowers on his head, and he fell straight down. The gun in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The blood slowly spread on the floor, a glaring red.

"What!?"

The mercenary leader was shocked, and the smug look on his face froze instantly.

He immediately took a step back, his eyes swept sharply towards the door of the living room, and at the same time waved his hand, signaling his men to draw their guns and prepare.

The remaining mercenaries also reacted quickly and raised their weapons towards the door, but they did not see the figure who fired the gun.

Behind the gate seemed to be shrouded in a thick darkness, carrying a suffocating atmosphere of danger.

“There are experts inside!”

This thought flashed through the leader's mind, and his heartbeat quickened.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and immediately whispered an order: "Don't act rashly! Cover your formation, be careful of an ambush!"

The mercenaries immediately dispersed, covering each other, and pointed their guns at the door of the living room, waiting for any possible target to appear.

The mercenary leader stood at the end of the corridor, his face gloomy and his brow furrowed. His hands tightly gripped his rifle, his mind racing as he carefully reviewed the intelligence he had.

"Who among the guests this time is the threat?"

His eyes swept over the men around him. They were fully armed, in uniform, and looked almost invulnerable.

However, that shot just now...both in terms of accuracy and decisiveness, it was not something that an ordinary person could do, let alone guests at these wealthy family banquets.

"Who is the one?"

The team leader quickly sorted out the information in his mind, checking it over and over again.

Maori Lan?

The intelligence mentioned that she is the champion of the Japanese women's karate group and has good skills.

The traitor had tried to create opportunities to isolate her, but failed every time.

But after all, she was just a high school student. Even if she could fight a little, she could not pose any threat to these well-trained and fully armed mercenaries.

Maori Kogoro?

The "famous detective" who has become famous recently is said to be a former policeman with excellent marksmanship.

However, according to the insider's intelligence, the detective had already been drugged and was now lying drunk, completely unable to move.

The leader's eyes grew darker as he continued to ponder.

Suzuki Jirokichi? Suzuki Sonoko?

It was obviously impossible for these two people to do so. Although Jirokichi was the owner of the airship, he was old and his physical condition did not allow it.

Suzuki Sonoko is just an ordinary rich girl. It seems that she has never even touched a gun, let alone an operation like precise sniping.

"Damn it..." The team leader gritted his teeth and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His fingers tapped the gun unconsciously, and it was obvious that his thoughts were stuck.

"Who is it?"

His thoughts involuntarily turned to the Suzuki family's bodyguards. However, when he thought of the shot just now, his brows furrowed even deeper.

impossible.

Ordinary bodyguards may have good close combat capabilities, but shooting someone in the head without any warning and killing them with one shot is something that only a vanguard in the special forces can do.

"The rest are just some children..."

The team leader sneered at himself and directly ruled this out.

What could a few kids do? Even if they were a little smart, there was no way they could accurately snipe his men. Thinking of this, he subconsciously shook his head.

"So... is this Ran Mouri's boyfriend?"

Intelligence information quickly came to his mind.

According to current reports, the man next to Mao Lilan is a person named "Chen Shuo", whose identity background is just the owner of a cafe.

This identity confused the team leader.

He tried to recall the information the insider had given him: this guy didn't have any prominent background, he just ran a coffee shop, and his coffee brand was quite popular. But... other than that, he looked like a completely ordinary person.

"Something... is not right." The leader muttered to himself, tightening his grip on the rifle slightly.

He vaguely felt that the current situation was beyond his control.