Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Chapter 1: Death of Scotland

   At the end of September, the weather was slightly cool, and the hour hand could reach ten.

   Dilapidated abandoned factory building, the only rooftop where you can see the entire starry sky, the wind blows by, rolling up the gravel on the ground, making a noise.

   "You are amazing, Scotland, you pretended to be thrown out by me and took the opportunity to take my pistol."

  The long-haired man wearing a knitted hat raised his hands over his shoulders, and his expression also showed a relaxed smile.

   He said, "I'm not asking you for mercy. Just, before you shoot, can you hear me say a few words?"

   Opposite him, the man holding the revolver tightly gritted his teeth, his eyes were extremely determined, and he stared at every tiny movement of the long-haired man.

   Hearing these words, the corner of his mouth evoked a smile that could not be said to be self-deprecating or sarcasm.

   "I didn't take the gun to kill you." His mature and handsome face was covered with fine cold sweat, but his voice was still calm.

"Oh?"

   As soon as the puzzled voice of the man in the knitted hat fell to the ground, Scotland suddenly turned his pistol over and pointed the muzzle at his chest. He almost didn't pause, with a slight pressure with his thumb, he was about to pull the trigger.

  As the revolver's revolver just started to spin, the man in the knit hat rushed over and buckled the revolver.

  He emphasized indifferently and firmly: "It's useless. Once I grab the wheel, I can't pull the trigger with human power. Give up suicide, Scotland."

   Scotland squinted his eyes, frantically thinking about feasible solutions in his heart. However, he hadn't figured out what to do, and the man opposite had already said something that surprised him.

   The senior organization code-named "rye whiskey" looked at him with a very serious look.

   Then he said, "You shouldn't die here. I am the FBI undercover agent Shuichi Akai. Just like you, I am a hound who wants to bite those guys tightly."

Seeing Scotland's eyes widened, his voice gradually slowed down, like a kindergarten teacher taking care of children, gently and slowly guiding: "Okay, if you understand, let go of the pistol and listen to me. Let it go. It's easy to leave you alone."

Scotland stared into Hideichi Akai’s eyes and smiled bitterly: “You told me your identity and real name like this. I don’t know whether you should be naive or righteous. But I’m sorry, I can’t give you the same information. There is no way to accept your kindness."

   "Scotland..." Hideichi Akai just wanted to say something, but the movement from the stairs made both people alert at the same time.

   While Hideo Akai turned around, Scotland pulled the trigger without hesitation.

   "Bang—" The bullet penetrated the mobile phone on his chest, sank into the man's chest, and exploded a splendid and strange blood flower in the night.

  ...

   Akai Hideichi stood opposite him, his expression somewhat depressed. He saw the phone in Scotland's chest pocket and the hole in the phone that was pierced by the bullet.

so it is…

   In order to prevent the organization from seeing the information of family and companions on the phone?

   The movement on the stairs is getting closer.

   Accompanied by a "hehehehe" gasp, a dark-skinned blond man appeared at the entrance of the stairs, his sight was firmly attracted by the figure lying on the ground.

   At this time, Shuichi Akai has recovered his former indifferent and calm appearance, and he said coldly: "The traitor should be sanctioned. Is that right, Bourbon?"

   The blond man ignored him, but hurried to Scotland. He tremblingly stretched out his hand, trying to confirm Scotland's breathing and heartbeat, but was stopped by Akai Shuichi.

   Shuichi Akai’s long black hair fluttered in the wind, but his voice was extremely indifferent: “Don’t move him, Rum will arrange the death confirmation, and someone will take care of it later. This is the gentleman’s order.”

   "Rye..." Bourbon closed his hands, but his eye circles were terribly red. He almost gritted his teeth and read the man's code name.

   In fact, he knew without further confirmation that Scotland was dead, and Zhu Fu Jingguang, who grew up with him, was dead.

"Have you not heard?" Shuichi Akai's cold eyes swept over the corpse. "This guy is a running dog of the Japanese police. It's a pity that the phone in his pocket has been pierced by a bullet, and he couldn't figure out the truth of this guy. Identity. It feels like killing a ghost, which is really unpleasant."

   After saying these words, Akai put away the pistol and left the rooftop without looking back.

   Before he left, he hadn't forgotten to remind Bourbon, who was in extreme pain and anger: "You should have not been notified of the execution of Scotland, Bourbon? Don't let the people of Rum see it."

   "...you don't need to remind me."

   The face that has been seen since childhood and is even more familiar than his own face is now completely bloodless. The pale and feeble eyelids were closed tightly, and he would never look at him with those clear eyes again.

   Bourbon knew that he had to accept this fact, and with the Scottish share, he kept going.

  ...

   When Curaçao was ordered by the second in command of the organization, Rum, to confirm the death of Scotland and dispose of the body, there was no one on the rooftop.

   Curaçao squatted down and touched Scotland's side neck. Feeling warm and cold, UU reading www.uukanshu.com apparently didn't die long.

   "Curaçao, have you found Scotland?" A processed electronic sound came from the headset.

   "Yes, I have found it." Curaçao took a closer look at the situation in Scotland. "It seems that he was shot in the heart and died, but the specific situation will still be known by a corpse examination."

   "The bullet hit the chest?"

"Um."

   looked like he was relieved, and continued: "That's okay. The helicopter will arrive soon, and you will bring Scotland back personally. His body can only pass through your hands, understand?"

"I understand."

   Taking advantage of the cover of the night, a black gunship hovered over the factory building. Curacao fixed the corpse in Scotland, stepped on a rope, and followed the helicopter to leave the area.

   In the shadow not far from the building, Bourbon's face was extremely gloomy.

   He slammed his fist into the brick wall next to him: "Damn it! He didn't even want to leave the body!"

   He held the phone pierced by the bullet tightly. This is the last thing Zhu Fu Jingguang left to this world, and it is also the only relic that Bourbon can bring to Zhu Fu Jingguang's family.

   But, that guy is the one who died! Zhu Fu Jingguang has always been far ahead since elementary school, and he was even among the best in the police academy. Such an excellent person...

   Why is it so easy to expose the identity of the undercover agent?

   And, if it was accidental, then the self who entered the organization undercover with him should also be exposed together, right?

   Is anyone in the organization deliberately investigating Scotland? For example...rye whiskey.

   Damn, he will never let go of rye! Definitely kill that person with your own hands!

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