Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

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After receiving the gin mail, Amuro Tou suddenly lost interest in continuing to clean.

He actually intends to clean up all traces of his living in this room, such as shoe prints, fingerprints, hair, dander, etc.

Of course, these traces cannot be completely cleaned up, but as long as it is ensured that they will not be found before the next resident moves in, those subtle traces will be quickly confused and covered after the new resident moves in.

And now, since Gin has arranged a new task for him, it means that he has to live here for a few days... There is no way, the cleanup work can only be postponed.

Amuro took a look at the living room that had just been made, and his grievances for gin grew deeper and deeper, and even Mezcal, the person in charge of the operation, was also affected.

But even with reluctance in his heart, Tou Amuro still emailed Mezcal very professionally.

Xin Fan: "..."

He would never admit that he was laughing blankly.

This is what makes gin wine unpleasant. He really treats his colleagues equally. Poor Bourbon probably didn't expect to be caught by gin to work when he left.

In addition to Bourbon, who is in charge of intelligence, Calvados was also the team member that Gin arranged for Mezcal.

This is the sniper of the Japanese action group. Although the marksmanship is not comparable to that of Akai Shuichi, it is considered good in the entire organization. Maybe Chianti and Cohen have other tasks recently, otherwise it would be safer to send them both.

Xinfan opened the information sent by Gin with his laptop and forwarded it to Bourbon and Calvados.

Calvados only replied: [Calvados: I see. 】

Bourbon quickly dialed Xinfan's phone.

Xinfan looked at the number on the phone screen, cleared his throat, switched the voice to Mescal mode, and then pressed the answer button: "Sleeping too late is likely to cause a nervous breakdown."

Bourbon was about to speak when he was blocked by Mezcal's inexplicable greeting.

"..." He said speechlessly, "I still have things in the United States. It's best to do this task in the next few days."

"Don't worry." Xin Fan said very calmly.

Not in a hurry? ?

Bourbon couldn't help but replied: "Of course you are not in a hurry. The United States is about to have a general election. The recent situation is very chaotic, the timeliness of intelligence is very short, and the opportunity is fleeting..."

He Barabara said a lot, but the person on the other side did not reply for a long time.

After a while, Bourbon finally realized, he wondered: "Mezcal?"

Shinshige put down the coffee he had just brewed, and replied slowly and casually, "It depends on when you can investigate Yushi Ishikawa's recent itinerary."

"My intelligence network in Japan is not big, and it will be the day after tomorrow at the earliest." Bourbon is not the kind of person who can speak big words. It is not smart to brag before doing things. What's more, he has been operating in the United States for the past two years.

But Xin Fan is not someone else. He knows the true identity of Bourbon, so he doesn't comment on it. If Bourbon is really anxious to find out Ishikawa's itinerary, he only needs to call the police.

For government officials like the mayor, their schedules cannot be arbitrarily planned, and their daily plans are arranged in advance and recorded. Informal organizations may be difficult to obtain, but for the police, this is just one sentence.

It seems that Bourbon's hatred for Akai Hideichi is not enough to let him over.

Xinfan nodded and said, "Then Calvados and I will go to Osaka the day after tomorrow."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Bourbon conscientiously began to contact his intelligence offline, but he did not intend to use the police to do things for the organization. Only by organizing as many actions as possible can we inadvertently leave clues and evidence and give the police a chance to catch them all.

However, such mistakes cannot appear in his hands in the short term. One or two failed actions may not have a great impact on members like Bourbon, but if the number of times is greater, it will either show that his ability has regressed, or show that he is deliberate. Either way is too deadly.

On the other hand, Xinfan, as the person in charge of this operation, is probably the most leisurely one, so Gin only gnashes his teeth when arranging tasks.

In his eyes, Mezcal is probably the kind of person who, despite his high work efficiency, refuses to devote all his abilities and energy to the organization. Gin can't help him, but he can't get used to it, so he can only feel uncomfortable.

No matter what other people think of him, Xinfan, as long as the gentleman trusts him, even Rumm doubts it.

Therefore, at the present time that the gentleman couldn't see, Xinfan arranged the work, and then... opened the game after a long absence-Dream Rescue.

He is still stuck in the ninth level. But today I don’t know what’s going on, Xinfan is very confident in himself, he can definitely get stuck in the tenth level!

The pixel villain on the screen started a cheerful dance, and then the map gradually opened, and Xinfan manipulated him to run forward.

Then... he fell into the hot magma again~www.readwn.com~ The pixel villain let out a scream. Immediately, "GAMEOVER" jumped out, and the blood-red restart below seemed to mock him.

...

No, this is very strange. Shinshige thinks that his fighting skills are very good. Even if he can't beat Kyogokushin who can surpass human limits and can hide rifle bullets with his bare hands, he still dares to claim to be a master.

He even felt that if such a game map was constructed in a medium scale in reality, he would be able to pass the ninth level smoothly.

But after all, games and reality are different...

Xinfan played it nearly ten times, but five minutes had not passed yet, which was enough to see how fast he died.

Just when he was about to press it again for the tenth time, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Hui Yuanai looked sleepily in the direction of the living room. She was still holding the bear doll that Xinfan had bought for her before, plus the pink and tender pajamas. The whole person was dull and cute.

"Mr. Asano," Aihara Ai said in a soft voice, "Why are you still not sleeping?"

Xinfanwenyan looked at the time and found out that it was already early in the morning. He quickly said: "I am planning to take a rest. Did I bother you?"

"No, I got up to go to the bathroom."

With that said, Hui Yuan's footsteps staggered to the door of the bathroom, and went in without even turning on the light.

With a sound of clanging, Hui Yuanai finally came out after a long while. It's just that her forehead was blue and purple at this moment, and she looked very embarrassed.

Xinfan was taken aback, and quickly walked over and crouched down, worryingly reproaching: "Why didn't you even turn on the light? Where did you fall?"

Hui Yuan's sorrowful eyes floated to the coffee table in the living room, and then suddenly became serious:

"If I drink coffee so late, I can't fall asleep!"