Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

As SAT burst in, Shuichi Akai quietly stood up, trying to minimize his presence while contacting Carmel.

Even before using the firearm, he had already foreseen the many problems this might cause. For example, it might lead to unnecessary misunderstandings with the Japanese police; or it might bring his plans, which had not yet begun, to an abrupt end...

But isn't protecting the Japanese people from danger also one of the responsibilities of the US military stationed in Japan? (crossed out). But the situation was critical just now, and the man entrusted his life to him, so Shuichi Akai still fired without thinking.

Now, whether he needs to explain his identity to the Japanese police or terminate an ongoing mission, he needs to contact other FBI members.

Therefore, he first looked at the surveillance camera, but perhaps because their understanding had not yet reached that level, Akihara was already pinned to the ground, while Cameron had not yet given any response.

Then he tried the same method as before, tapping the miniature communicator.

However, his signals went unanswered, as if they had been thrown into the ocean.

Just as Akai Hide began to worry about the safety of his good colleague, the crowd blocking his way suddenly dispersed, revealing a scene that resembled a world-famous painting, except that the person lying in the middle had a familiar face.

The Death of Qiuyuan (mistakenly)

Wheat-colored skin, a rugged face, and deep-set features...

Isn't this the guy who was following me and Miyano Akemi before?

Just as Shuichi Akai was taken aback, he saw the other person raise his hand tremblingly and point directly in his direction.

"The remaining three were all taken care of by that gentleman with the flowing hair over there. That gentleman's marksmanship is truly divine..."

Alright, now you don't need to think about contacting Carmel or how to get out of this mess.

Knowing the best way to handle the situation, Shuichi Akai quickly made a decision and slowly raised his hands.

……

Kazuhiro Akihara, who missed the best time to explain himself in order to trick Shuichi Akai, was carried downstairs by the SAT captain and medical staff at their insistence.

"I'm really fine." Qiu Yuan was a little dizzy from being jostled around on the stretcher. "That bandit leader wasn't a very good shot; most of the twenty or so bullets hit the wall, and the rest were stopped by his bulletproof vest..."

"Okay, okay, we believe you. Anyway, let's go to the hospital for a check-up first, okay?" The medical staff had seen many stubborn wounded like him before. They patiently persuaded him while quickly putting him into the ambulance.

After being shot, due to the effect of adrenaline, the injured person may not feel pain or the pain may be relieved for a period of time, usually from a few minutes to several tens of minutes.

The medical staff, who believed they were racing against time to save lives, quickly grabbed scissors and began cutting Akihara's clothes.

Akihara felt a chill on her upper body. "Wait, wait, I can take it off myself—"

Very good. At least we can be sure that this medical staff member has excellent first aid skills. They were quick and decisive when cutting the clothing, and tried to cut along the seams or edges of the garment to reduce friction and potential irritation to the skin...

Thus, a soft abdomen that did not match Lin Aiguo's physique was revealed. It lacked abdominal muscles and had a noticeable color difference. The flat and smooth abdominal skin, apart from bruises and slight purplish-red marks caused by external impact, did not present the bloody mess one might imagine, let alone the numerous bullet holes.

Fortunately, the medical staff did not pay any attention to the color difference issue. One medical staff member's scissors froze in mid-air, while another was holding the electrodes of the electrocardiogram monitoring device, unsure whether to put them down or not.

Akihara yanked off his tattered shirt, barely covering his body, then sat up abruptly, looked at the medical staff, and forced a dry laugh:

"Now you should believe me, right?"

"But the police said you were shot at close range by a submachine gun..." The medical staff looked dazed, as if they were about to say "modern medicine no longer exists."

Akihara repeated the reasons he had just given, such as "the bullet missed," "the bulletproof vest was effective," and "good luck," and finally added: "Actually, I'm a sports student... I mean, I'm physically fit. My hobby is to go to the Siberian snowfields and jump off a helicopter to play in the snow."

The medical worker blinked, her expression shifting from shock to sudden realization. "So you're Russian, that makes sense."

No, you're a professional who completed nine years of compulsory education and studied medicine at a university! Russia isn't Ursus; you'd better be more critical!

"Haha, I'm not..." Akihara changed the subject. "So don't drive, I still have things to explain to the police. Compared to me, I think the situation of those robbers needs more attention."

Since it's a fictional work... being hit on the back of the neck shouldn't be a problem, right?

After much pleading and cajoling from Akihara Kazumitsu, the medical staff finally relented and watched with great respect as the "Super Saiyan" got off the car.

……

"You mean, there might still be a bomb at the scene?"

Downstairs in the mall, the highest-ranking police inspector looked at Akihara with a serious expression. He had learned of this person from the SAT captain's report.

Even Qiu Yuan felt a little embarrassed under everyone's gaze. He tugged at his clothes, which had been cut open on all sides, coughed lightly, and nodded.

"Yes. But don't worry, it's not a big problem." Akihara crossed his arms to hold down his hem, which was about to be blown up by the wind. "Because I checked it, this kind of bomb only has a simple clock trigger mechanism, without remote control or detonation device. Once the timer ends, the explosives inside will be detonated by an electric detonator."

"Moreover, the detonation time of these bombs is uniformly set to two hours later. Even if you fail to detonate them by the scheduled time, as long as the crowd is evacuated, there will definitely be no casualties."

At this point, Akihara felt a little guilty, after all, he was partly responsible for the fact that SAT hadn't found any obvious bombs on the road yet.

"I see, thank you for informing me." While speaking, the inspector immediately notified the explosive ordnance disposal team to enter the mall and begin operations. After the deployment was complete, he turned back to Akihara and continued, "Now, would you mind telling me your identity?"

Akihara nodded first, thinking to himself that he had been waiting for him to say those words. Then he pretended to rummage around in his tattered tactical vest for a while, but actually took out his Interpol ID card, which he had prepared long ago, from his system space.

"My name is Lin Aiguo, and I am an Interpol officer."