Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Thanks to Yanmoto Ryuo repeatedly, Xin Fan finally hung up the phone.

　　 Until now, his music classroom finally has a third employee. He is in charge of bass and piano. Sachiko Matsushita teaches violin and Ryuo Aimoto teaches guitar.

　　 is beginning to take shape, which is gratifying.

　　 Looking at the phone again, the emails in the mailbox are basically from gin.

　　 [Gin: Has the mission been completed? 】——2:36 (Los Angeles local time)

　　【Gin: Yes? See the reply. 】——2:50 (Los Angeles local time)

　　 [Gin: You are not dead, are you, Mezcal? 】——4:57 (Los Angeles local time)

　　【Gin: Call me. 】——7:45 (Los Angeles local time)

　　 [Gin: The target person takes the Shinkansen at 12:45 noon on Sundays and departs from Tokyo. do not forget. 】——10:00 (Los Angeles local time)

　　【Gin: You are dead. 】——11:09 (Los Angeles local time)

　　……

　　 Could it be said that flying by plane can trigger certain attributes?

　　 For so long before Mingming, Gin never emailed him. Why did he all come as soon as he got on the plane?

　　 The latest email in the mailbox is finally a bit realistic, and it was sent by Belmode.

　　 [Vermouth: I'm here, the exit side, the red sports car. 】

　　 Shinhan appeared at the place where he arrived at the mouth, putting on a brown wig and a backpack with a mole on the corner of his left eye.

　　 There are many cars parked at the exit of Los Angeles Airport, but the red sports car is very conspicuous.

　　 Shinhan walked straight over, opened the door of the co-pilot, and sat in.

　　 "Chris Wynyard?" Xin Fan showed an unexpected expression, "I didn't expect that the Thousand Faces Witch in the organization would be a big star."

　　 "What about you? Is this your true face?" Belmode gave Xinfan a charming and charming smile, and his eyes flowed.

　　 Shinfan's mouth evokes a shallow arc: "You can guess."

　　 "I guess...I guess you are fake." Belmode held the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car rushed forward.

　　 The scenery outside the window retreated quickly, and they soon left the airport.

　　 When the sports car got on the road, Xin Fan took the laptop out of his backpack and opened it.

　　 The well-knotted hands tapped on the keyboard quickly, while he still had time to say to Belmode: "Is the hotel where the target person stays determined? Let's go straight."

　　 Belmode glanced at it while driving, and then said: "This scheme is too inefficient and needs to be changed."

　　 Xinfan scanned it from the beginning, but didn't see any problem, so he silently tapped a question mark with his expression.

　　 Belmode's smile widened: "What do you think of the idea of ​​seduction?"

　　 Xin had a complication, and then looked at her with a complicated expression: "You go?"

"Of course, do you want to go?" Belmode said, "It's not impossible, I can make you more attractive than any woman. You know, I have a lot of experience in disguising. Even if it is guaranteed. The fools who don't understand the style will fall under your pomegranate skirt."

"..." Xinfan took a deep breath and used the shortcut to delete everything, and then said, "I beg you. The plan is decided in this way. As for more details, we can play freely when the time comes. ."

　　 Belmode said unexpectedly: "That's all right? What about B? If this plan fails, what shall we do?"

　　 Xinfan raised his eyebrows: "Did you play with gin before?"

　　 "...Gin would be very interesting if you knew that you satirized him like this."

　　 "That is your seduction is likely to fail?"

"Is not likely to?"

　　 Xinfan wondered: "Then why do we need B?"

　　 "..." Belmode didn't know what to say, and she suddenly felt that this confidence makes sense.

The members of the 　　 organization seem to be arrogant, but in the final analysis they are still very frustrated. Undercover agents have their own tasks to complete. Non-undercover agents take the interests and future of the organization as their own responsibility, or at least hope that some of their goals can be achieved.

　　 Therefore, regardless of gin or anyone else, when they have time to make an action plan, they will be very cautious.

　　 This is the first time she has worked with someone like Mezcal.

"You don't need to worry." Xinfan said again, "It doesn't matter if the seduction fails. I didn't expect you to... so don't stress yourself. When playing this cat and mouse game, when will it be the cat's turn to worry? ?"

"That's what it said." Belmode quickly accepted this statement. "Then book a room now. I'll call the hotel directly. I have sent a map of the hotel to your mailbox. Which one do you want? "

　　 "It depends on where the target person lives." Xinfan opened the email and thought for a while, "B area 1304 to 1307 is fine, preferably 1305."

"learn."

　　 Belmode quickly dialed a number and switched to English: "Hello, hello, book a room. I want to book B1305, and I have already booked it, what about 1304? Okay, two people, um, thank you."

　　 Belmode put down his cell phone and explained to Xinfan in Japanese: "It's booked, because..."

　　 "I see." Xin Fan closed the computer and paid attention to the time again, "It's still early, we can investigate the situation of the target person~www.readwn.com~ and you will reimburse the organization for the room reservation money?"

　　 "Yes, I have forgotten that you were originally the person in charge of the organization in Northern Europe, with the most basic skills in English." Belmode breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 Shinhan continues to look at her.

Belmode was stunned, before realizing his question just now, so he opened his hands and said, "The gentleman in this operation has specifically ordered me to cooperate with your plan. So of course you are in charge of the funding. , Rest assured, the organization will be reimbursed after the end."

　　 "..." Xinfan was silent for a while strangely.

　　 Belmode looked at him, and then slowly showed a strange expression: "Should we, shouldn't we be sleeping on the street?"

　　 Xinfan sighed silently, and said quietly, "I'm afraid you don't know that there is such a thing as a bank in the world."

　　 "So you brought your bank card? Really, showing that expression makes people..."

　　 "No." Xinfan interrupted her indifferently, "I mean, we can go grab the bank."

　　 Bell Moder paused, and then laughed: "Excuse me, this behavior is still very serious in the United States. Especially the organization's operations have been interfered by the FBI, and there is a risk of exposure if you are not careful."

"The Witch of Thousand Faces doesn't blink at killing people, and is still worried about the crime of robbing the bank?" Xinfan sneered, "If the FBI dares to come, then let them come. Just so, I also want to see the legendary silver bullet. ."

　　 "Haha, there will be a chance."

　　 Belmode now feels that Mezcal is getting more and more pleasing to the eye. Regardless of her character, speaking attitude, or behavior, she has a super appetite for her. But the premise is that he has enough strength.

　　 Otherwise, it would be stupid.