Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

At Tokyo International Airport, a blond, blue-eyed, young Western European man slowly stepped off the plane. He was dressed in a casual Hawaiian-style floral shirt and beach shorts, with sunglasses covering half his face. He carried a large suitcase, looking like a typical tourist.

He walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi. "Rice Flower Hotel!" the man said to the driver in his broken Japanese. The driver nodded and skillfully started the car and drove out of the airport.

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat cold. The driver was concentrating on driving and seemed uninterested in this rare foreigner. Bored, the man tried to break the silence: "This is my first time in your country. Are there any interesting places?"

The driver turned his head slightly, looking confused. "Excuse me, sir, can you speak Japanese? I don't understand foreign languages."

"Ah! Sorry, I'm used to it..." The man realized he had just spoken in Italian and hurriedly repeated himself in broken Japanese. The driver struggled to understand and casually said, "Tokyo Tower." He then focused on driving, seemingly not wanting to chat any further.

The man felt a pang of disappointment, curling his lips and falling silent, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The driver's bewilderment didn't seem like a facade. The car moved steadily and swiftly, but he gradually noticed the surroundings becoming increasingly desolate. His hotel was one of Tokyo's top-ranked hotels; how could it be outside the city?

He hurriedly patted the back seat of the cab: "Hey! This road is wrong, what's going on? Where did you take me?"

As he spoke, his hand slowly reached for the suitcase, but suddenly stopped. Before his eyes, the black muzzle of a gun extended from the side of the cab, pointed directly at him. The driver, one hand on the steering wheel, his expression unchanged, the car remained steady.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? If you want money, I'll give it to you!" The man's voice was trembling a little, and he was very flustered. He had no idea what the driver wanted to do.

The driver remained expressionless, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He uttered coldly in Italian, "Mr. Wuchen says hello!"

"What!?" The man's eyes widened, and his hand reaching into the suitcase suddenly froze. He suddenly pulled out a gun, but before he could aim at the driver.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Several silenced gunshots rang out. The man's eyes widened and he instantly collapsed in his seat, dying with his eyes open.

The driver stopped the car, looked at the body in the back seat expressionlessly, and made a phone call: "This is Cohen! A rat has been dealt with."

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At night, in the red-light district, a middle-aged foreigner with red nose walked out of a bar drunkenly, two hostesses on either side of him, flirting with him. The two hostesses, reluctant to resist but willing to accept, followed him with sweet giggles, and together they walked into a deserted alley.

The wind blowing through the alley gave the middle-aged man a chill, and his drunkenness dissipated somewhat. He felt something was amiss. He glanced around, then said to the two hostesses supporting him with a wry smile, "My beauties, why did you bring me here? This isn't a place for fun."

However, by this time, the two hostesses had lost their frivolous expressions. With a cold smile, they pushed him to the ground without mercy. "Uh... Damn you..." The middle-aged man was about to raise his head and curse, but suddenly saw a burly man in black pointing a gun at him with a sneer, and his heart tightened.

"Mr. Wuchen says hello!" The man in black sneered, and then "bang!" a gunshot rang out.

A flower of blood splattered on the middle-aged man's forehead, and his body fell weakly to the ground. There was an expression of disbelief in his eyes, and he lost his life in an instant.

The man in black flicked a gold coin from his pocket and flew it toward one of the hostesses. She caught the coin, bowed slightly, and walked out of the alley with the other hostess. The man in black also walked out of the alley and dialed a number. He said calmly, "This is Vodka. I've taken care of the rats in the red light district."

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The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has been incredibly busy these past few days. Assassinations have been occurring frequently in suburban forests, in the alleys of the red-light district, in abandoned huts, at construction sites, and even outside busy shopping malls. And the victims are all foreigners. Even more outrageous, the one at the mall entrance was shot in the head with a sniper rifle, right in front of everyone!

The successive deaths shrouded the Metropolitan Police Department in a depressing atmosphere. Megure Jusan's legs were almost broken from running. Faced with such an organized assassination, he felt extremely anxious. However, there was no clue at all. The assassin was very professional and left no trace.

Even his "brother Mori", whom he usually relied on the most, said that he could do nothing to help. After all, this was not an ordinary murder case, but an obviously organized assassination. Mori Kogoro would not get involved in such a matter.

Conan showed great interest, but he also succumbed under the iron fist of Mouri Kogoro and didn't even have a chance to sneak away. Mouri Kogoro was serious this time and didn't give Conan any chance to sneak away.

For a time, the whole of Tokyo was undercurrent.

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In the basement of Chen Shuo's home, the air was filled with a tense and heated atmosphere. Mao Lilan gripped the eagle claw knife tightly in her hand, her gaze firm as she faced Chen Shuo, her eyes gleaming with both nervousness and anticipation. Chen Shuo wore a faint smile, his expression as calm as Mount Tai.

"Brother Shuo, I will do my best!" Xiaolan bit her lip slightly, trying to keep herself calm, the blade reflecting a cold light under the light.

Chen Shuo smiled slightly, his eyes gentle but firm. "I know you can do it. Remember, relax and apply what you've learned."

The two attacked simultaneously. Mao Lilan pounced on Chen Shuo like lightning, her eagle claw knife slashing a sharp arc. Chen Shuo's eyes fixed, and he quickly dodged to the side, feeling the wind from the blade brushing against his cheek. He whispered encouragement, "Okay! Keep going!"

Mao Lilan quickly adjusted her stance and attacked again. This time, she was more decisive, her blade flashing like a hawk swooping down, forcing Chen Shuo to concentrate.

"Good, keep up the pace!" Chen Shuo dodged while looking for an opportunity to counterattack. Mao Lilan's progress made him proud and more serious. He rushed forward and hit Mao Lilan's abdomen with his elbow.

Mao Lilan retreated swiftly, deftly avoiding his attack. She knew she had to maintain her distance and use the power of her blade to control the situation. She secretly encouraged herself and rushed forward again, the blade flashing, like a hawk swooping down.

"Not bad, you're quite capable!" Chen Shuo exclaimed, a serious look in his eyes. His movements became faster and faster, gradually adapting to Lan's attack rhythm. Finally, he seized an opening, lunged forward, and grabbed Lan's wrist.

Lan, startled, struggled, but Chen Shuo's grip was like an iron clamp. Her heart tightened, and she summoned all her strength, trying to break free. However, Chen Shuo leaned forward slightly, pressing Lan's wrist back, forcing her to stop.

"Relax and follow my movements." Chen Shuo said softly, with pampering and gentleness.

Lan felt a warm sensation in her heart, and she relaxed. Chen Shuo leaned forward slightly and pressed her wrists back, both as a training and a protective measure, preventing her from exerting any more strength.

"Do you feel it? This is a combination of strength and skill." He said seriously.

Mao Lilan's face showed understanding, realizing that she was indeed lacking in many aspects. She breathed slightly, silently praying in her heart that she would work harder and never let her lover down.

When the two finished their moves, Chen Shuo leaned over and gently kissed Mao Lilan's forehead: "You did a good job. Let's do it again next time."

"Yeah!" Mao Lilan felt his support and love, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Wow!! You are all so awesome!" Watching Mao Lilan and Chen Shuo finish their battle, Sonoko, holding a strange-shaped submachine gun, kept clapping her hands, almost jumping up with excitement.

She held the gun in one hand and jumped onto Mao Lilan's back: "Xiaolan, you and Brother Shuo are really amazing!"

Mao Lilan was staggered by Sonoko's sudden attack, but fortunately, after training, she quickly stabilized her body. Turning her head to look at Sonoko hanging on her, she scolded: "Sonoko! Don't do this, you are really heavy!"

"No way!" Sonoko immediately exploded. What girl doesn't care about her weight? She waved the submachine gun in her hand and said angrily, "It's this guy! This guy's weight!"

Chen Shuo walked over and couldn't help laughing as he watched the two beautiful girls playfully. He jokingly said, "The P90 weighs 2.6 kg empty, and a fully loaded 3.3 rounds weighs only kg. What's the big deal about this weight?"

Sonoko glared at him, jumped off Xiaolan's back, and said angrily: "Humph! I don't care, the gun is just heavy anyway!"

Chen Shuo looked at her and asked with interest, "How are the results of the training these days?"

When Yuanzi heard Chen Shuo's question, he smiled confidently, pulled the bolt playfully, turned around and shot at the target in the distance without answering.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" With each pull of the trigger, flames erupted from the muzzle, and bullets rained down on the target. Her movements were fluid and graceful, like a dancer performing a captivating performance. The bullets struck their targets with unerring accuracy, and with each thump, Sonoko's devotion grew, her face brimming with youthful energy.

In a flash, fifty rounds of ammunition were emptied. Sonoko smiled faintly and quickly and expertly changed the magazine. She held the P90 in one hand while the other deftly pulled out a new clip and quickly inserted it. Her movements were as smooth and fluid as a dance. She didn't even bother to check her previous results; her focus was solely on the new challenge that was about to begin.

"Keep going!" Sonoko whispered to herself, her heart brimming with fighting spirit as she once again aimed her gun at the target. A new bullet was loaded into the chamber, and without the slightest hesitation, she pulled the trigger again, the sound still resounding and powerful.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Each shot was precise and powerful, a series of clear bullet holes gradually appearing on the target. Even Chen Shuo was impressed by Yuanzi's performance. Her movements were as natural and effortless as flowing water, fully demonstrating the fruits of her training and excellent technique.

After firing the last bullet, Sonoko put away her gun, a satisfied smile on her face. The results on the target paper showed that all her bullet holes were within the passing line for submachine gun shooting, and several of them even hit the bull's eye accurately. A sense of pride surged in her heart, and she couldn't help but turn around and wave to Mao Lilan and Chen Shuo, excitedly shouting, "I did it!"

Yuanzi's heroic appearance at that moment was very impressive, as if she was the most dazzling star on the training ground.

"Amazing!" Mao Lilan clapped her hands vigorously for her best friend, secretly envious in her heart, wondering why she had no talent for shooting at all. Xiaolan couldn't help but lament about her own shooting talent.

Chen Shuo clapped his hands lightly, an appreciative smile on his face. Yuanzi's shooting talent was truly exceptional, practically genius-level! In just a few days, she had gone from a complete novice who had never touched a gun to a qualified marksman. Such talent left Chen Shuo in awe.

He walked forward, patted Sonoko on the shoulder, his tone full of satisfaction: "Sonoko, you are indeed a genius! Now you have completed your apprenticeship, and you can move freely from now on."

"Really? Yeah!" Sonoko jumped for joy upon hearing Chen Shuo's words. She'd been so cooped up these past two days. While shooting practice was fun and her best friend, Ran Maoli, had been keeping her company, as a high school girl in her prime, she also desperately wanted to go shopping. Now that restrictions were lifted, she couldn't wait to drag Ran along on a shopping spree.

"This... Sonoko, it's very dangerous outside." Ran Mouri was a little worried, thinking that this matter was not a small matter, and she was very worried about Sonoko.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yuanzi was carefree and didn't take the danger seriously at all. She patted her chest, holding the arms of Mao Lilan and Chen Shuo, and smiled brightly: "I'm very powerful now, and with you and Brother Shuo here, I'm absolutely super safe!"

"Is it really okay?" Mao Lilan was infected by Sonoko's enthusiasm, but she hesitated. She also wanted to go shopping with her best friend and boyfriend. She turned to Chen Shuo for help, hoping he could give her some advice.

Chen Shuo smiled slightly and nodded to her, his eyes revealing a hint of meaning. "It's not a big deal. You two can go and relax."

"Well... okay." Mao Lilan finally nodded in agreement. Although she was still a little nervous, she trusted her lover's judgment.

"Long live!" ＼(^▽^)／ Yuanzi cheered and danced with joy, as if she had been reborn.