Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

As night falls, the Tokyo skyline remains brightly lit.

On the top floor of the Continental Hotel, Conan sat in a spacious office, quietly watching the burning fire outside the window.

The sound of explosions outside the window continued, shaking the entire building.

Each roar was like a bolt of thunder, tearing through the silence of the night.

The ground seemed to tremble slightly, the firelight reflected on Conan's calm face, and a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.

"Uh……"

Conan scratched his head, his tone slightly confused.

"Was the battle at the shrine so intense? This firepower could flatten a mountain..."

As he finished speaking, Xiaolan also walked to the window. Seeing the bright fire in the distance, she frowned slightly, then nodded with a hint of certainty in her tone: "Yeah! That should be Brother Shuo over there. He was going to level that place!"

"what?"

Conan was a little confused. He blinked, looked at Xiaolan, and then clapped his hands in sudden realization.

"Oh~~~Brother Shuo is Chinese, so that's not surprising..."

Yuanzi leaned on the table, supporting her chin with her hands, and said with a somewhat dull tone: "Ah...but why didn't you let me join such a lively event?"

Conan sat at his desk, his dead fish eyes slightly widened, and spoke to Sonoko in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't be silly. They are the elite among the elite over there. Just forget about it, you're just a rookie."

"hateful……"

When Sonoko heard Conan's words, she immediately clenched her fists in anger and punched Conan hard on the head. Conan quickly covered his head and cried out in pain: "It hurts! What are you doing!?"

Yuanzi looked at him breathlessly, her face full of dissatisfaction: "I'm very strong, okay!"

Conan rubbed the big bump on his head and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Xiaolan's voice.

Her expression became somewhat worried, and her eyes unconsciously swept towards the door: "Wakasa-sister dragged Rum to the interrogation room and didn't let anyone get close. I wonder if something will happen..."

This topic seemed to freeze the air in an instant.

Conan shook his head and spoke nonchalantly.

"Just let her vent. Years of hatred won't fade away so easily."

---

In the ruins of the shrine, the air was filled with smoke and blood.

As Chen Shuo and his group walked, flames continued to spit out of the muzzles of their guns. Those "lucky ones" who had not died in the previous artillery attack were all killed one by one.

Several people quickly walked to the main hall. The originally solemn and majestic main hall of the shrine had already been reduced to ruins under the bombardment of artillery fire.

Walls crumbled, roofs collapsed, and clouds of rubble and burning wood chips filled the air.

The ground was covered with mud and broken altars. The statues had long been destroyed and the fragments were scattered all over the ground.

Chen Shuo looked down at the ruins in front of him, sneered, and stomped on a tablet scattered on the ground, causing a crisp cracking sound.

He glanced at him disdainfully, then turned to Lupin beside him with a sneer on his face: "The rest of the story depends on your performance."

"Hi~~~"

Lupin immediately gave an exaggerated salute, then waved his hand, changed his expression, and began to patrol around.

His idle and relaxed appearance was completely out of place in the current environment, as if he was just a tourist visiting the park, not a dangerous person in the midst of war.

He walked briskly, tapping the ground with his toes from time to time, and his eyes kept scanning the surroundings.

"hey-hey……"

Lupin smiled, stopped, squatted down, lowered his head, tapped a piece of floor lightly with his fingers, and suddenly changed his tone to a teasing tone.

"What an idiot! He managed to keep the floor intact under such firepower. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there's a problem." He tapped the ground with his knuckles, making a crisp sound.

Jigen Daisuke spread his hands, his eyes slightly helpless.

"No one would have thought that someone would actually start bombing the ground with artillery fire. After all, it's peacetime now."

"yes……"

Lupin narrowed his eyes and continued to play with the floor.

Just as he continued to hammer the ground impatiently, suddenly, a strange echo came from under the ground.

Lupin's eyes lit up, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hey, got it!"

He quickly peeled back a floorboard, revealing a complex cipher dial underneath.

"Hehe, next, it's time for Master Lupin to perform!"

Lupin muttered to himself, his hands dancing rapidly on the combination dial.

The fingertips seemed to be jumping on the piano keyboard, and every movement was precise and fast.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and everything seemed still except for his constantly flying fingers.

"Hey!"

Lupin shouted in a low voice, speeding up, with excitement flashing in his eyes: "Done!" Finally, he pressed the last button hard.

"Ka-ka-"

Accompanied by a harsh mechanical sound, the secret door under the floor slowly opened, and the hidden underground passage finally appeared.

The door panel slowly opened to the sides, revealing a dark staircase below, which seemed to lead to an endless abyss.

The air was filled with an ancient, damp smell, as if entering a long-abandoned forbidden land.

"Let's go."

Chen Shuo turned around, murderous intent emanating from his entire body.

As he pulled the bolt of his gun, the others drew their weapons and followed Chen Shuo closely, heading towards the mysterious underground passage.

"Oh~~~"

Lupin playfully made an exaggerated gesture to the others, then walked easily at the end, his steps sometimes slowing down, sometimes speeding up, as if this unknown underground was just a game to him.

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The corridor in the basement was narrow and deep, the walls were covered with mottled paint, and the air was filled with a damp and moldy smell, making it almost feel lifeless.

Chen Shuo and his group passed through a winding passage and walked through several closed rooms. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the silent environment, as if the entire underground world was isolated from the outside world.

We didn't encounter any enemies along the way, not even a shadow of an animal.

This disappointed the members who were already full of murderous intent and ready for a fierce exchange of fire, especially Vodka. He looked downcast and kept muttering to himself, "This... there's no one here... how could this happen... didn't all my preparations go to waste?"

He gripped his pistol tightly, his eyes scanning both sides of the corridor, as if expecting an enemy to jump out of the darkness every second.

But no matter how he looked around, he only saw gray walls and swaying lights, and the long-lost sense of tension never appeared.

Lupin looked at Vodka's anxious expression, patted his shoulder with a smile, and said in a slightly teasing tone: "Forget it, it's a good thing that there are no enemies. At least you don't have to waste your powerful weapons anymore."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a hint of indifference and laziness. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the situation of having few enemies.

Vodka sighed deeply, his expression filled with helplessness. "Alas, it's true... I've said it before, the more preparations you make, the less useful they are. I'd better just go ahead and beat them up."

He looked at the weapons in his hands angrily, as if he felt that all the weapons had become redundant and he didn't even know where to put them.

Chen Shuo ignored the two funny guys behind him. His steps were steady and calm, with a hint of deep thought between his brows.

His eyes were fixed on the small door in front of him, and a thought flashed through his eyes.

"Is my target inside?"

Chen Shuo muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, it was a smile that was calm and full of determination.

Looking back on his past, he couldn't believe how far he had come.

Initially, he just wanted to open an ordinary coffee shop, do some stable business, take some occasional small orders, and live a simple life.

However, fate seemed to play a huge joke on him. His coffee brand once became the top brand in the industry.

However, he originally planned to be an ordinary killer, but in this different world he replicated the glory of the mainland hotel, or even enhanced it. All of this had already exceeded his original expectations.

"What exactly happened?"

Chen Shuo sighed softly, and his thoughts drifted to the distant past again, but he immediately threw these unnecessary thoughts out of his mind.

Now, no matter what the reason is or where you are, the most important thing is to deal with the things at hand.

He took a deep breath and felt a sense of clarity and calmness surge over his heart again. He thought it was the will of the universe influencing him.

He shook his head, gently discarding his wandering thoughts into the depths of his mind. The goal was right in front of him, he had to finish it quickly and go home to sleep!

Standing in front of the door, he reached out and pushed it open.

The wooden door panel made a slight creaking sound, as if blending into the silent underground world.

Inside the door was a spacious room with dim lighting, but one could clearly see that the four corners of the room were filled with various heavy equipment and documents.

In the center was a huge table with various materials and equipment scattered on it, and some seemingly ancient documents were casually discarded in the corner.

The desk was piled high with yellowed documents and a bunch of complicated mechanical devices, as if this had once been a research center, or someone had once pursued some ideal here.

In the middle of the room, an old man sat on a shabby chair.

His body was slightly hunched, his hands resting limply on the armrests. His face was covered with traces of time, his skin was sagging, and he was covered with age spots, exuding an air of old age that made people feel pity.

However, these signs of old age did not conceal the coldness and majesty on his face, but instead made him look more mysterious and dangerous.

The old man took a deep breath, and the ventilator made a heavy "whoosh-whoosh" sound. It was a faint breathing sound coming from deep in his chest, as if a dead giant beast had not yet completely died.

His high, hooked nose stood out prominently on a face that should have looked kind, adding a touch of gloomy ferocity to his otherwise peaceful countenance.

Even when he was sitting there, he gave people an air of pressure that could not be ignored.

It is conceivable that such a person, whose energy, wisdom and control were once enough to shock the whole world, can only rely on a ventilator to maintain his life.

He seemed to sense something, raised his head slightly, and stared at the group of people in front of him with his cloudy but sharp eyes.

Standing behind the old man is a middle-aged man.

He was wearing a black suit and sunglasses covering his eyes, looking mysterious and cold.

Even the bulky clothes and beard could not conceal his tall posture and strong physique.

Although the man's face showed signs of age, compared to his actual age, his physical health and perseverance made him look much younger, even with a sense of strength.

His arms were slightly crossed across his chest, silent and alert, as if waiting for some signal.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, as if there was an invisible barrier between the two groups, and no one spoke.

As they looked at each other, the air was filled with a tension that was about to explode.

No one was willing to speak first. It seemed that each party was conveying some information with their eyes, or judging the next action through observation.