Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 In the horrified gaze of the passengers in the cabin, Xinfan skillfully opened the cabin door and hung himself outside.

　　 "Something." His voice disappeared in the wind, and he couldn't hear him at all.

　　 Gin also relied on the shape of the lips to barely judge what Mezcal was talking about.

　　 He took off his luggage, which contained a very strong but very light rope.

　　 fixed the rope to the plane, Xinfan pulled the other end and jumped off the plane.

　　 The wind was so strong that Xinfan's face hurt. He couldn't open his eyes at all. He could only use his experience to head towards the plane below.

　　 With a "click", Xinfan felt a huge impact at the same time. He barely opened his eyes and found that he had locked the other end of the rope to the plane.

　　 Honestly speaking, this set of movements is irritating, but perhaps because of the adrenaline, Xinfan not only feels nervous, but has a spirit of blood.

　　 Jinjiu followed this rope made of special materials and successfully landed beside Xinfan.

　　 "Okay, it's your turn." Xinfan said to the extra humane in the cabin of the plane.

　　 The man's face turned pale in an instant: "What should I do? You are not going to let me jump down too, are you?"

　　 "It's not jumping down." Xin Fan smiled and pointed to the top of his head, "Go up."

　　 "!!!"

　　 This is even more terrifying!

　　 Shinhan explained patiently: "The plane above is currently unmanned. You have to go up and let the plane land safely. Understand?"

　　 This person in the cabin is the pilot who Xinfan specializes in preparing gin. Although he is also a member of the organization, he has been trained as a pilot and has never experienced such a thrilling thing.

　　 However, Xin Fan didn't give him time to think about it. He locked the rope to the pilot, and then pressed the retract button.

　　 The pilot immediately moved towards the Boeing 747 at a very considerable speed.

　　 Seeing the pilot rolling into the cabin, Xinfan closed the door with satisfaction, and said to the lively gin, "At least he didn't hit the engine, right? Let's go, let's go to Pretoria."

　　 Gin once again saw the horror of Mezcal.

　　 was able to use the spare telescopic rope he brought with him in such a place. Mezcal was really amazing.

　　 Xinfan leaned on the soft leather sofa, holding a glass of iced brandy in his hand, and sighed with great enjoyment in his heart.

　　 Alas, a private jet is more comfortable.

　　 Thank you Rum for making him able to force the door to pull out Skyrim’s gin to spend a game.

　　 "Vodka, who booked the tickets for Mezcal and I?" Unlike Mezcal, who only enjoys me, the gin starts to work as soon as I get on the plane.

　　 No cell phone signal?

　　 It’s okay, as a model worker, how could he not have one or two satellite phones?

　　 The vodka suddenly received a call from my eldest brother, very dazed: "Yes, I ordered it."

　　 Jinjiu frowned: "Where did you find the ticket information?"

　　 "The organization's website, here is more at ease."

　　 Gin's forehead jumped with blue veins.

　　 This idiot!

　　 The organization’s website says it’s safe and safe, but it’s the easiest place to be used by Rum. Vodka dare not believe the information provided by the intranet without verification!

　　 waited for the gin to put down the phone "cursively", Xin Fan raised his eyelids: "Someone doesn't want us to go to Africa, or at least he doesn't want us to be there on time."

　　 "We will be two hours behind the expected time." When he said this, Gin's face was so dark that it could drip ink.

　　 "Two hours." Xin Fan gently shook the ice cubes in the cup, and said unclearly, "Two hours are enough for a lot of things to happen."

　　 "Vodka this idiot!" Gin couldn't help scolding again.

"Well, don't blame vodka. It can only be said that someone's stingy attributes have been thoroughly used by others." Xinfan drank the brandy in his glass, and the remaining ice cubes shone brightly in the sunlight. .

　　 Eight hours and forty-two minutes, Jiang Guling still didn't send him a message.

　　...

　　 At the same time?? South Africa?? Pretoria

　　 A private jet landed on the runway.

　　 At the end of the runway, there are already three private cars waiting quietly, and there are several men in black clothes and sunglasses beside the cars.

　　 The plane stopped, the gangway was lowered, Jiangu Ling and Curacao walked out of the cabin one by one.

　　 A middle-aged man waiting by the car hurriedly stepped forward: "It's been a lot of hard work, but we can't go to the hotel yet. Rum has very important things to talk to you."

　　 Jiang Gu Ling glanced at Curaçao without a trace, and saw that he seemed to be uninterested in everything in front of him, so he took the initiative to ask: "Rum? Isn't he in Japan?"

　　 "Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, "But there is a man in South Africa and it is related to our mission."

　　 As he said that he had opened the car door, and gestured to Jiangu Ling and Curaçao: "Get in the car, and talk more about it when you get to the place."

　　 Jiang Guling sat in the co-pilot. This position is very close to the middle-aged man driving, so that he can pay attention to his facial micro-expression, which will be more conducive to obtaining information.

　　—Despite the few hours on the plane before, Jiang Guling tried his best to obtain useful information from Curaçao.

　　 "Where is that person?" Curaçao suddenly asked quietly.

　　 As if he knew him, the middle-aged man replied respectfully: "In a private villa, there are a few people watching him, don't worry."

　　 "What about over there? People have been missing for so long, it is impossible for them to have no reaction at all."

　　 Jiang Gu Ling looked at the street scene on the side of the road casually, as if he was completely disinterested in the conversation between Curaçao and the man, just listening to each other. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 "Their people have just evacuated, so they can only send people from other areas. We have arrangements for this, don't worry."

　　 Curaçao nodded when he heard the words: "Yes, you will definitely arrange it. I'm the one who worried too much."

　　 "Where and where, I don't have the ability." The man's face was shaking with a smile, "This task was arranged by Rum himself."

　　 Jiang Gu Ling retracted his gaze, paused on the dog-legged man's face for a second, and then looked at Curacao sitting behind through the rearview mirror.

　　 "Do you know what our mission is?" Jiang Gu Ling asked.

　　 Curacao met his gaze, seemingly reluctant to say: "I don't know."

　　 Jiang Guling raised his eyebrows: "Your performance is nothing like that."

　　 "I really don't know the specific content of the task, I just know exactly the person we are about to meet."

"Who?"

　　 Curacao gently curled his lips: "A person you know."

　　 I don't know what's going on. Seeing Curacao's smile, Jiang Guling suddenly felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into a glacier.

　　 The person he knows... Is it Nobuhiro Asano?

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