Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

"What kind of description is this in the second?" Xinfan smiled helplessly, "It's still early to the last moment. I just want to add some fun to the dull life."

Hiroki said that he really couldn't accept the fun of the agent.

Xinfan tapped the phone screen and dialed a familiar number.

Kazami Yu was also wondering why Shinhan was talking to himself, and then he heard:

"Joriya-kun, I remember that in the case of the kidnapping of Officer Takagi, you secretly exchanged some bombs, right?"

Kazami Yu also knew it.

Oh, it turns out that Mr. Asano is talking to Mr. Yutani.

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Gu Ling's voice was still a little sleepy: "I have two bombs in my hand, what's wrong?"

"Bring it to me tomorrow when I go to work." Xin Fanyun said lightly.

Jiang Guling was half awake, he frowned and asked, "What do you want a bomb for?"

"kill."

After just a few syllables, Jiang Guling got up from bed immediately: "No matter what happens, please calm down first. We may be able to find other ways, not necessarily using extreme means to solve the problem. If it is. Organize things over there, you can also tell me and let me help..."

"I want to kill the gin." Xin Fan's tone was relaxed as if he was just talking about today's weather.

Jiang Gu Ling: "...Do you need my help? That bomb is relatively small. Unless it's tied to the body, it won't kill an adult."

Xinfan laughed: "Who was persuading me to calm down before?"

"I think blowing up the gin must be your best choice after careful consideration." Jiang Gu Ling retorted with a serious face.

The smile on Xinfan's face expanded a little: "The bombs were enough last time, remember to bring them tomorrow."

"good."

…

While driving, Vodka worked hard and diligently contacted his subordinates to obtain information, but was thrown aside by the gin disliked. Instead, he picked up another piece of information from the intelligence team.

Has Mezcal been interviewed by the police alone?

Gin looked at the contents of the email, his eyes glowing with piercing coldness.

…

The next day—

Gin ends the video conference with the BOSS, leaves the base, and heads to the safe house that he and vodka usually use. Take a break, and he has other work to do in the evening.

Yes, vodka is still alive. Although his elder brother is less and less hopeful of his ability, he has to admit that obedient tool people like vodka are no longer easy to find.

Vodka stepped into the door of the safe house first, and turned on the lights—

Gin's pupils suddenly tightened: "Don't move!"

Vodka shook his hand and almost touched the switch.

"What, what?" He twisted his short neck with difficulty and looked at the gin.

Gin didn't answer his question, but his face suddenly became colder: "Let's go!"

He just turned and left.

Although vodka was inexplicable, he still hurried to keep up with his elder brother and asked: "Why elder brother, are we not resting in the safe house?"

"Huh." Gin sneered, "Mezcal that lunatic!"

Vodka is a question mark. What does this have to do with Mezcal?

On the whole, the state of the gin is fairly calm, but just as they walked to the side of the car, a fire suddenly lit up behind them, and then, vodka heard a deafening explosion!

He subconsciously leaped forward, the gin turned sideways slightly, and the vodka pounced on the dog to chew on the mud.

"Boom—"

Accompanied by the sound of the explosion, a billowing heat wave hits the gin and vodka. The safe house where they stopped two minutes ago has been reduced to rubble.

Vodka propped his upper body in embarrassment with a dazed expression: "What's the matter, the location of the safe house is controlled by the FBI?"

"Not the FBI." Gin said calmly.

Vodka suddenly realized that the eldest brother said that Mezcal was a lunatic before, did it mean this explosion? But why did Mezcal assassinate him and Gin?

Before vodka could figure it out, a sirens suddenly sounded, from far to near, it seemed to be coming soon.

"Vodka, let's go." Gin opened the door and got into the car without delay for a second.

Vodka hurriedly got up.

Sitting in the car, Gin's eyes became colder and colder, with a touch of frightening pressure.

Mezcal was determined to let him fall here, and he even called a fire truck ahead of time! Even if he was not killed by the bomb by then, he would definitely fall into the hands of the police.

Very good, Mezcal, he will definitely make this lunatic pay the price!

…

Mihuacho Lufeng Music Classroom

It was past the off-duty time, Enomoto Azusa finished his get off work and left Xinfan. At this time, only Xin Fan and Jiang Gu Ling were left in the store.

The phone rang, Xinfan looked down at the screen of the phone, raised his lips and smiled: "Telling a small report is a sign of incompetence. Really mature men like to speak with their fists."

Ling Gu leaned forward and took a look—it was the BOSS's call.

He glared at someone disapprovingly, beckoning him to pick it up quickly, don't linger.

"It's me, Mezcal." Xinfan answered the phone and asked calmly, "What can you do with me?"

That gentleman is at the helm of the organization and rarely intervenes in the normal operations and tasks of individual members. Even if there is anything, orders are usually sent via email, and there are very few cases of making direct calls like this.

The voice of BOSS is very strange, like a computer synthesized voice, and like a broken gong after singing all night of karaoke.

"I heard the gin said that you shot him privately. It seems that you have used a bomb. Isn't it true?"

"That must be a misunderstanding of Gin." Xinfan said nonsense seriously, "I have been working all day, and I have no time to ambush him. Besides, if I am serious, Gin will have no chance to complain to you."

BOSS let out a long sigh of relief, earnestly persuading: "I don't know what you are doing, and I don't want to ask. But, Mezcal, you should save my worry recently. The trouble on my side is already Enough. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

After hearing this, Xinfan still didn't change his face, but there was a touch of thought in his eyes.

It sounds like Rum has made a lot of small moves recently. Is he really going to launch a "coup"?

"That's it." He didn't hear the subordinate's reply, and the one didn't want to waste time. He went straight to the subject, "Recently all your work has been suspended. Resumption time will be notified."

After finishing speaking, BOSS also specifically added: "Gin is the person in charge of Japan after all. Even if you have the right to move freely, don't overdo it. The overall situation is the most important thing."

Xinfan nodded: "I understand."

As soon as the phone was hung up, Jiang Guling's black face appeared in Xinfan's vision.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Guling's face was originally black, but now it's darker, and it's so dark that it blends with the background of the night.

"How can you start working on gin without being prepared?

"Do you know that Shuichi Akai was pitted like this?!"