I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

He didn't need to look up to feel the chill coming from his side. It was not a change in temperature, but an almost tangible murderous intent, coldly wrapped around every inch of the air.

Shen Yuan glanced at him and then turned his gaze back to the news, "Boss, don't worry about this man. I'm being targeted by 'that thing'. The bomb levels around me have exceeded the standard recently. Including what happened yesterday, I've already encountered three bombs!" In the smoke, Gin's voice was lower than usual: "You seem to know this 'thing' very well!" He stared at Shen Yuan's profile, "Are you going to just let it go?" Shen Yuan suddenly laughed, that smile was a bit evil, and even the shadow of his hoodie could not hide the gleaming edge in his eyes.

"I didn't let it go. I've already done several experiments!" He said slowly, "His method... is just that!" Outside the car window, a dead leaf was blown by the wind and hit the glass.

Shen Yuan's eyes followed the leaf, but his thoughts drifted further away.

Rather than dealing with that thing, he wanted to know the rules of how this world works and what the operating mechanism of "that thing" is.

More importantly - in his peripheral vision, Gin put out his cigarette butt in a quick and decisive manner.

Shen Yuan lowered his eyelashes.

He hasn't figured out yet whether rashly breaking the balance will affect the operation of the "World of Science", his compatriots in the embassy... and him.

When the engine restarted, Shen Yuan suddenly said, "Boss, do you know? In Chinese mythology, there is something called 'Heavenly Way'!" The Porsche smoothly drove into the main lane. "But no matter how powerful Heavenly Way is, it can't trap the Monkey King!" Gin sneered and relit a cigarette.

In the smoke, his voice was vague and dangerous: "Then let me see what tricks you can come up with.

——Since you said that the bomber will take action again, aren’t you worried about your righteous little friend? "Shen Yuan smiled: "Boss, you don’t sound like you are worried about the safety of others. Instead, you look forward to something~ Don’t worry, we should look forward to what miracles the 'little detective' will create this time!" Gin was speechless.

Chapter 146: A Different Kind of "Date" 3

In the rearview mirror, the shadow of the warehouse area gradually faded away.

Shen Yuan had a smile on his face and stepped on the accelerator with an extra three points of force.

The silver sports car was like a flash of lightning, emitting a dazzling silver light in the midday sun.

"Boss, where is our next destination?" Gin pulled out a gold-stamped business card from the inside pocket of his windbreaker and said coldly, "Yuehua Pavilion, Box 302.

Let's talk business!" Gin emphasized the last three words, as if he meant something else.

When the door of Yuehua Pavilion 302 box was opened, the rich smell of cigar mixed with perfume hit me in the face.

The lights in the box were dim, and there was a low table on the tatami. Sitting opposite was a burly man - his thick arms were tattooed with Ukiyo-e-style dragon patterns, a large gold chain hung around his neck, and a lit cigar was held between his fingers.

But Shen Yuan's attention was first attracted by the sturdy bodyguard beside him, with blond hair and dark skin, and purple-gray eyes that shone coldly under the light.

An acquaintance! Shen Yuan's gaze lingered on the other person's face for a moment, and he almost couldn't control his expression.

Toru Amuro seemed to have noticed him as well, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, giving him a polite but sharp smile.

Shen Yuan withdrew his gaze and sat next to Gin.

The cigar-smoking man—the man who called himself "Fujiwaragumi Wakagashira"—was holding a boy who looked underage in his arms, his fingers caressing the boy's waist in an ambiguous manner.

Seeing Gin and Shen Yuan coming in, he not only did not restrain himself, but pressed the boy into his arms, looking at Shen Yuan unscrupulously.

"Mr. Kurosawa has better vision!" He grinned, revealing a row of gold teeth, and winked meaningfully in the direction of Shen Yuan.

Gin ignored him and threw the document on the table: "Take a look at the content, sign it if there is no problem!" Fujiwara didn't even look at the document, his greasy eyes still glued to Shen Yuan: "Actually, I'm easy to talk to, and my requirements are much lower than my rigid brother!" He exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed disgustingly, "As long as it makes me happy, 20% profit is not impossible to negotiate!" Amuro Toru clenched his fists when he heard Fujiwara's words. As an undercover agent who infiltrated the organization, he had long been accustomed to this kind of dirty deal.

But at this moment, seeing the silver-haired boy being forced to stand under the gaze of the greasy man, Toru Amuro couldn't help but curse Gin's ancestors in his heart.

Amuro Toru suspected that this was the reason why Gin brought this Monk here, and he thought in his heart that Gin was a scum who would do anything for profit.

Just as he was secretly complaining, a cold gaze suddenly pierced him.

Gin was staring at him, his emerald pupils gleaming with the coldness of a beast in the dim light, and murderous intent condensed in the air as if it were tangible.

"What are you still watching?" The deep voice scraped across the eardrum like a knife.

Toru Amuro was stunned - this was the secret code agreed upon in advance.

If Fujiwara is greedy and wants more benefits, then get rid of him and talk to his brother. Even though his brother is not favored, once Fujiwara dies, his brother will become the only heir.

I didn't expect... Gin would take action for such a reason? This realization stirred up a wave in Amuro Toru's heart.

He glanced calmly at the silver-haired boy standing beside him - the other boy had his eyelashes drooped, looking well-behaved and harmless.

He suddenly became very curious about the relationship between Gin and Monk. At the same time, he also felt that Gin was not as inhumane as he thought. He had a bottom line and would not do anything for the sake of profit.

While his thoughts were tossing and turning, Toru Amuro acted without hesitation.

He drew his gun like lightning and pulled the trigger before Fujiwara could react—"bang!" The bullet pierced his forehead accurately.

Fujiwara's eyes widened, cigar remnants still stained his gold teeth, and he fell heavily backwards.

"Ah--!!!" The boy who was being hugged let out a shrill scream.

Almost at the same time, the door to the box was flung open! Four of Fujiwara's thugs rushed in with guns in hand. The burly man in the lead saw the body lying on the ground and his eyes widened: "Boss!!!"

"Kill them to avenge Boss Fujiwara!" More thugs rushed out from the corridor, some holding guns, some waving machetes and metal sticks, and the narrow box was instantly filled with murderous aura.

Gunshots rang out suddenly.

Gin dodged the bullets by leaning sideways, and the Beretta flipped in his hands. Two bursts of fire pierced the throats of the two closest people. Blood splattered on the Japanese screen, spreading a glaring red.

Toru Amuro's eyes turned cold in an instant - that kind of terrifying aura belonging to "Bourbon" was fully released.

He rolled swiftly and hid behind the low table. Bullets penetrated the wooden table with a "bang bang bang" sound, and wood chips flew everywhere.

While the other party was reloading, he stood up like lightning, and locked the muzzle of his gun precisely on the wrist of the third man holding the gun - "Bang!"

"Ah--!" The thug screamed and let go of his weapon. Amuro Toru didn't give him a chance to breathe, and the second bullet went straight through his eyebrows.

Clean and neat, without any delay - no wonder he is the most successful undercover, and Gin does not doubt his dark nature. He is really decisive when it comes to killing.

In a flash, the gun threat was resolved by Gin and Amuro Toru.

But more thugs rushed up wielding knives and sticks! Shen Yuan dodged nimbly in the melee.

A machete came towards him, and he moved sideways, and the blade brushed against the corner of his clothes and chopped into the wall.

Before the knife-wielding man could react, Shen Yuan had already grabbed his wrist, and with a deft move, he disarmed him. Then, he raised his leg and swept the man away! Amuro Tou caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The silver-haired boy clearly had the ability to fight back, but he never killed the man - he just used joint techniques and clever strength to subdue or repel the man.

In his opinion, this action shows that Monk is a lost boy with a conscience who is forced into darkness.

"Let's go!" Gin shouted coldly and shot the fire sprinkler head in the corridor to pieces.

The mist instantly filled the air, obscuring their vision and washing away all traces of them at the scene.

The three took the opportunity to rush out of the private room.

As it was noon, there were almost no guests in the club, and miraculously this bloody conflict did not cause a bigger commotion.

They walked through the empty corridor and kicked open the back door, and the dazzling sunlight poured in instantly.

A silver Porsche 911 Turbo S was parked not far away, and Shen Yuan unlocked the door neatly.

The three of them quickly got into the car, the engine roared to life, the tires rubbed against the ground with a sharp sound, and drove away.

In the rearview mirror, the Yuehua Pavilion sign was getting farther and farther away.

Amuro Toru looked through the rear window and saw several thugs chasing out, but she could only stand on the side of the road and curse in vain.

There was silence in the car for a moment.

Toru Amuro's eyes moved calmly between Shen Yuan and Gin.

If he had seen correctly, Gin had killed more people who rushed towards Monk. Was Gin protecting him? The Porsche pulled into the main lane and merged into Tokyo's midday traffic.

It seemed as if the bloody fight just now was just an illusion.

Chapter 147: A Different Kind of "Date" 4

A silver Porsche sped through the streets of Tokyo, and silence fell inside.

Toru Amuro sat alone in the back seat, tapping his knees lightly with his fingertips, his eyes sweeping thoughtfully over the two people in the front seat - Gin's stern profile, and Shen Yuan's back as he concentrated on driving.

Suddenly, he lowered his head slightly and his eyes fell on his feet.

"...That!" Toru Amuro spoke slowly, breaking the silence in the car, "I think we are in some trouble!" Gin glanced at him coldly in the rearview mirror.

Toru Amuro's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed his speechless mood.

Then he met Gin's gaze, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he spoke of the terrifying thing in a calm tone: "I found a bomb at my feet... It's the kind that will explode when the car stops!" He paused and explained: "It's a pressure-sensitive trigger. As long as the speed drops to zero or the car is subjected to severe vibration, it will explode.

The C-4 combined with the mercury column balance device is powerful enough to blow this car into pieces!" At the end, Amuro Toru even looked into Gin's eyes with a hint of ridicule, and suddenly smiled: "Maybe, I want to commit suicide with Gin and Monk!" Gin: "..." He actually felt a little speechless.

Gin was silent for a second, then said to Shen Yuan in a cold voice: "Monk, there's a bomb in the back." Amuro Toru added with a smile: "And it's the kind that explodes when the car stops." Shen Yuan: "..." He had already heard it, and he knew that the bombing incident was not over. Fortunately, he had prepared for it. The bomber was also amazing. He had changed his identity, but the bomber could still randomly choose the victim based on "intuition" and chose him.

Under the strange gaze of Amuro Toru, Shen Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand, and calmly opened the storage compartment next to the driver's seat with the other hand, and took out a simple bomb disposal kit from it.

Then, without even turning back, he handed the toolkit back and said in a clear, youthful voice, "Bourbon, please handle the bomb." Amuro: "...?" He stared at the toolkit, and for a moment, he really wanted to ask—why would you carry something like that in your car? But in the end, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, silently took the toolkit, and lowered his head to begin defusing the bomb.

——It turns out that none of the people in this organization are normal.

Toru Amuro cut the last wire, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed.

However, just as he exhaled - "Beep -" the display screen on the bomb suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, and the numbers began to jump rapidly: 30...29...28...Amuro Toru's pupils shrank suddenly: "No! This is a double-triggered bomb! After I cut the wires, the current activated the countdown! There are 30 seconds left to explode! Let's get ready to jump out of the car!" His voice was calm and rapid, and he quickly turned to the driver's seat: "Monk, the bomb's counting down! Slow down and bail out!" (Monk bomb countdown! Slow down and jump out of the car!) Shen Yuan did not slow down, looked at Amuro Toru through the rearview mirror, smiled, and used his free hand to take out a black square device from under the seat, and pressed the red button on the top directly with his thumb.

"Buzz--" an invisible electromagnetic wave spread out, and the number on the bomb display screen suddenly stuck at "23", and then went out completely as if the power was cut off.

Toru Amuro froze in place, his purple-gray eyes widened rarely, and even his breathing stopped for a second.

His eyes flickered back and forth between the failed bomb and the device in Shen Yuan's hand, his expression as if to say, "What the hell is going on?"

Shen Yuan shyly shook the device: "Signal jammer." "...Why are you so prepared?" Amuro Toru finally asked his question.

The silver-haired "boy" smiled shyly and answered in halting Japanese: "I think Japan is more dangerous than I thought. There are all kinds of murderers everywhere!" He glanced at the rearview mirror and added: "The bomber from yesterday hasn't been caught yet. So I...made some extra preparations." The carriage fell into an eerie silence.

Toru Amuro stared at the back of Shen Yuan's head. This sentence was so ironic. People in criminal organizations were lamenting that there were too many criminals in Japan... I shouldn't have asked this question. In the passenger seat, Gin suddenly sneered.

He lit a cigarette, and the smoke blurred the sharp outline of his profile: "Head to the Fujiwara family's teahouse." The cigarette butt flickered in the dim carriage. Gin looked at Amuro Toru in the back seat again, and said in a cold voice: "Bourbon, treat the thing at your feet as today's gift and warn them!" Amuro Toru came back to his senses and met Gin's green eyes that were as cold as a knife.

He didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

The Porsche stopped at the entrance of an alley.

After getting off the car, Toru Amuro did not take any action immediately, but walked towards a nearby convenience store.

Two minutes later, he returned to the car with an exquisite gift box. He carefully placed the deactivated bomb in the box and tied a beautiful bow with a ribbon.

"Good taste!" Shen Yuan praised him after seeing it.

Toru Amuro ignored him and walked towards the base gate carrying the gift box.

Two strong men with tattoos on their arms immediately stopped him.

Amuro smiled and said, "Boss Fujiwara asked me to bring back a gift and specifically asked him to give it to his deputy!" The gatekeeper recognized Amuro Toru as the bodyguard following Fujiwara, and took the gift box and went in without any doubt.

Toru Amuro turned and left with a calm pace.

When he sat back in the back seat of the Porsche, Shen Yuan immediately stepped on the accelerator.

The car slowly drove away, and the outline of the stronghold became smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

When the distance was far enough - beyond the range of the signal jammer, "BOOM!!!" A deafening explosion tore through the tranquility of the afternoon, and an orange-red fireball spewed out from the second-floor window of the stronghold, with glass fragments and thick smoke flying everywhere.

Toru Amuro watched the scene through the rear window. The shock wave of the explosion blew the paper door fragments of the teahouse into the sky, like black butterflies flying in the twilight.

Distant firelight danced in his purple-gray pupils, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into an elegant arc, with no warmth in his tone: "The gift has been delivered!" Gin blew out a smoke ring, his silver hair glowing blood-red in the light of the explosion: "Drive!" The Porsche drove into the main road like a ghost, leaving the chaos and screams far behind.

Chapter 148 A Difficult "Choice" 1

The silver Porsche suddenly stopped in front of an inconspicuous restaurant.

"Wait a moment!" Shen Yuan unbuckled his seat belt, pushed the door and got out of the car without waiting for Gin's response, and walked briskly towards the store.

Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows slightly, followed the boy's back, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

...Just got out of the car like that? Acting without permission in front of Gin? He glanced calmly at the man in the passenger seat, trying to catch a glimpse of his reaction from that stern face.

Gin was still leaning on the seat, his silver hair hanging down on his shoulders, a lit cigarette between his fingers, the gray smoke slowly curling in the closed carriage.

There was no fluctuation in his expression, as if he was already accustomed to Shen Yuan's behavior.

Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes and deliberately asked in a light tone: "Gin, your little partner is quite casual?" Gin exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a low voice: "Mind your own business, Bourbon!" Amuro Toru smiled, his purple-gray eyes were a little playful: "I'm just curious, if I got off the car suddenly, would your Beretta be pointing at my head now?" Gin glanced sideways, his cold green eyes looked directly at him through the smoke: "You want to try?" Amuro Toru shrugged and tactfully did not continue the topic, but the doubts in his heart deepened.

—Gin’s tolerance for Monk is… abnormally high.

——What is the relationship between them? Not long after, Shen Yuan came back carrying a few paper bags, and the aroma of food instantly filled the carriage.

"Gin, your lunch." He handed a paper bag to Gin, then turned around and handed another to Bourbon in the back seat. His Japanese pronunciation had a subtle pause, as if he was deliberately slowing down his speech: "Bourbon, 一緒に食べてください!" (Bourbon, please dine with us.)

) Gin glanced at Shen Yuan, said nothing, and just took the paper bag silently.

Seeing this, Toru Amuro had no choice but to take it and open the paper bag - it was hot teriyaki chicken rice, with tamagoyaki and miso soup on the side.