Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

There was an eerie silence in the car now.

Amuro Tooru was driving, occasionally gripping the gearshift with a hint of frustration and tapping the gear lever lightly with his fingers; Morofushi Hiromitsu sat in the back seat, his bass bag beside him, currently looking down at the mission information provided by Amuro Tooru, but constantly observing Akihara's every move out of the corner of his eye; Akihara Kazuhiro finally had time to start cramming on the background of this mission, looking at the mission summary sent by Vodka and combining it with Amuro Tooru's information, he roughly understood the mission objective.

The bumpy ride made him a little dizzy, so he put down his phone and papers, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Bourbon, drive carefully..." Akihara groaned in pain. Hagiwara Kenji! What a fine student you've taught!

"Then don't look at your phone while you're in the car." Amuro Tooru ignored the other person's protest and accelerated sharply, overtaking the vehicle in front.

Seeing that protesting would only embolden the guy in the front seat who already disliked him, Akihara had no choice but to keep his eyes closed and try to organize the information with his muddled mind.

Their goal this time is to launch a surprise attack on a gang that has business conflicts with the organization, take down their leader, and find out what kind of trouble they are up to.

This unfortunate Japanese gang is called the Kawasaki Gang, with a deep historical background dating back to the mid-20th century. They initially formed from porters working at the local train station, gradually developing into a major organized crime group controlling Tokyo and the surrounding area. In previous years, the Kawasaki Gang primarily operated within Japan, with influence extending to major cities such as Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto. Their activities encompassed illegal businesses including gambling, drugs, and human trafficking.

The Kawasaki gang and the organization cooperated to some extent in these illegal activities; however, their relationship with the organization was unstable, with conflicts of interest and disputes between the two sides.

In recent years, the Kawasaki gang has been somewhat weakened among the numerous large and small gangs that have emerged. Therefore, after the new gang leader took over, he changed the gang's policies and strategies, expanding his influence to the coastal areas and extending his reach to shipping and international criminal smuggling. This behavior touched the organization's interests, which is why they were sent here.

Due to the economic downturn in recent years, the Kawasaki gang set up their base in this old-fashioned dojo on the outskirts of the city. Although it lacks sophisticated smart security systems, the manpower deployment covers every blind spot of the surveillance system, and every gang member involved in security is armed, with an unusually excessive amount of firepower, as if there is indeed some secret in this dojo that they don't want others to know.

The current leader of the Kawasaki gang is Kazuo Yamamoto, who is 43 years old this year. According to Amuro Tooru's intelligence, he is ruthless and skilled in strategy and negotiation.

"A direct assault is definitely unrealistic; we're outnumbered. But according to my investigation, today is a meeting between the leaders of several major gangs and families, taking place at the Kawasaki Gang's dojo. My initial plan is to infiltrate disguised as a waiter or another gang member..." Amuro Tooru, in the driver's seat, spoke after seeing Akihara Kazuhiro finally finish reading the mission briefing in the rearview mirror. He now felt he needed to reassess Su Dai. A newcomer to the organization, lacking enthusiasm, and having made no preparations beforehand for the mission... How could Gin allow someone like that to receive an organization codename?

“There are tall buildings nearby that are part of a mobile abandoned factory, which are suitable for sniping. I’ll go there to observe the situation from a distance and keep in touch with you all.” Morofushi Hiromitsu also put down the intelligence report, took out a communicator that looked like an earphone from the side pocket of his bass bag, and distributed it to Amuro Tooru in the driver’s seat and Akihara Kazuhiro sitting next to him across the bass bag, one for each of the three.

"...What? You don't mean you want me, a technician, to go to the front lines, do you?" Akihara, ignoring his motion sickness, took the headset and argued his case.

Look at their squad: one intelligence officer, one sniper, one healer, but where's the melee fighter? Who's going to carry? This arrangement is completely unreasonable!

Amuro Tooru clicked his tongue. "If you have any problems, go complain to Gin."

"You just know how to threaten me with Gin..." Before Akihara could finish his sentence, the car swerved sharply and slammed into the door. His stomach churned, and he managed to utter only a weak, feeble sentence: "You... you're taking revenge for personal reasons..."

Seeing Su Dai get the short end of the stick, Amuro Tooru was in high spirits. Seeing the two bickering, Morofushi Kagemitsu simply shook his head helplessly, then straightened the bass bag that had fallen over due to the sharp turn. He had witnessed Su Dai's disguise skills before and believed that infiltrating the venue would be a piece of cake for Su Dai, assuming that the other was just hiding his true abilities.

Akihara seriously considered Amuro Tooru's suggestion to give Gin advice. He thought his request was quite reasonable, but then the system poured cold water on his idea—"Is it possible that the identity you used when you joined the organization, Yazui Masahiko, was a serial killer, and in Gin's eyes, you are the main character?"

Akihara: ...Oh, right.

……

They stopped the car in the factory area. One person picked up a bag and went upstairs to set up a sniper rifle, another rummaged through the trunk to find a change of clothes for infiltration, and a third leaned against a tree and dry heaved.

Akihara: I feel like my image is gradually leaning towards comedic roles... Ugh...

Amuro Tooru watched with amusement as Akihara, pale-faced and swaying, told him that to avoid attracting attention by driving over, he could now walk over.

Haha, I'd rather walk from Shizuoka to Tokyo than ride in your car again!

Akihara felt that his motion sickness was completely unreasonable. After all, he had experienced a natural disaster comparable to a Category 15 or 16 typhoon on Rhodes Island's landship without getting seasick. He could only attribute it to Akihara and Hikari's peculiar constitution.

Two people who didn't get along walked together. When they arrived near the dojo, they saw a group of armed security personnel in black suits and sunglasses walking around outside the dojo. Meanwhile, the attendees entered the venue one after another, surrounded by a group of security guards.

Amuro Tooru raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you arrange a fake identity?"

Akihara sneered, "How could I dare trouble you? I have my own ways..." He stopped mid-sentence, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head, "Ugh!"

Toru Amuro:......

At that moment, Morofushi Hiromitsu's voice came through the earpiece: "Bourbon, the Yamaguchi-gumi are here, be careful."

Amuro Tooru replied with a "Received," straightened his clothes, and walked nonchalantly toward the venue, not forgetting to turn back and taunt before leaving: "I'll be waiting for you inside."

Akihara waved enthusiastically, "Goodbye!"

He watched Amuro Tooru's figure disappear into the distance, exchanged a few words with the members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and naturally blended in. Then he silently retreated into the shadows of the house, making sure that Morofushi Kagemitsu couldn't see what he was doing.

When he came out again, his figure had become transparent, and even his shadow disappeared under the scorching sun.

It is Operator Ethan's Originium Arts—achieving invisibility by changing the color of himself and the objects he comes into contact with.