Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

The carelessness in Xin Fan's eyes finally faded, and was instead covered by seriousness.

Upon seeing the gin, he didn't say anything, but took out a cigarette and lit it with the car cigarette lighter, and he was vomiting a cloud of fog.

Hmph, for a giant like an organization, the water is deep. The forces of the various members are intertwined and complicated. If they want to fight against Rum, they must show greater determination and courage!

Xinfan's hand holding the file slowly tightened. He sighed in his heart, then looked at Gin Jiu and said, "Thank you for helping me pay attention."

He said this thank you very sincerely. If there is no gin, it would be difficult for him to find these subtle clues on his own.

Xin Fan must admit that Gin is still very good as a teammate. It's a pity that their three views are completely different, and they are destined to be enemies in this life.

Hearing Mezcal's rare thanks, the expression on Gin's face remained unchanged, and he just nodded casually.

He just didn't know what was going on, there were a few tiny indescribable pleasures in his heart. This kind of feeling was only felt when he managed to solve the nasty mouse.

Gin spit on his reaction. After all, he has always adhered to the principle of treating people into three types: valuable, worthless and dead, and he has always hated too much involvement with others.

So Gin has worked hard for the organization for so many years, but so far there is no good partner or friend.

Vodka is not counted, his status in the heart of gin cannot be measured by normal standards, and can be counted as a tool man for the time being.

As for Belmode, the woman is smart and measured, knows what to say and what not to say, and doesn't have any weird thoughts. Gin doesn't mind getting what she needs.

It's just that there's one more Mezcal now...it's really troublesome.

Xinfan didn't know that he was just a thank you, and he was able to make Gin, who had never been thanked before, think about so many messy things.

He is now more and more interested in another Mezcal.

Once entrusted with an important task by the organization, but betrayed the organization, life and death are unknown. A few years later, his code name was reborn in someone else's body in another way.

Is this case of inheriting code names only Mezcal, or is there other precedents before?

Xinfan turned on the phone in front of the gin, tapped a few words, and then pressed the send button.

Gin only when he just learned that there might be other mezcals, and rushed to investigate, so he didn't take it to heart.

However, just when Xinfan was about to put away the phone, his phone's ringtone suddenly rang—it was for Asano.

"Hello?" His mobile phone is equipped with anti-eavesdropping settings, so there is no need to worry about the content of the call being heard by the gin. He greeted him calmly and calmly in Asano's tone.

"Nobuhiro Asano!!!"

Xin Fan: "..."

He silently moved the phone away to save his nearly deaf ears.

Of course, Gin also heard the roar, his eyes were a little bit of interest, but more of it was still boring.

Then he watched Mezcal take out the earphones from his pocket and put them in his ears. All the voices disappeared.

Gin: "..."

He didn't want to eavesdrop, he just cared about his companions, by the way, as usual, be wary of whether Mezcal is a traitor!

"Are you calmer?" Xinfan asked aloud when the opposite person finished yelling.

There was a whistling wind in the earphones, followed by Kuroba Katoto's voice: "I have always been calm, if I am not calm, I should look for you directly now."

"Where are you right now then?"

"Eleventh Five-chome, Yonehuacho, Tokyo."

"..."

Xinfan had the urge to hang up.

Kuroba Kuaito’s voice seemed calm, but Xinfan was still worried that he would accidentally fall downstairs: "You know, I received a call from the police today, and they are verifying the guests attending the "Cocoon" conference. List. I actually went to the game conference when I didn’t know it. Isn’t that weird you say?”

"Huh, did you go too?" Xinfan asked in surprise.

When he asked this sentence, he obviously felt that the gin beside him cast a contemptuous look at him.

Xinfan pretended not to see it.

Kuroba Katoto indignantly accused the person who pretended to be at the press conference, and strongly suspected that the person must have been from Asano Nobuzumi.

Xinfan couldn't help correcting: "That shouldn't be considered a pretense, because everyone knows that he can't be you."

At that time, Toru Amuro didn't do any disguise at all, which was completely different from the kind of impersonation that Kuroba Kato was good at.

Kuroba Kuaito said a bunch of other things, and the letter replied perfunctorily, and didn't discuss it with him in detail. Because he didn't want Gin to know that he was in contact with Kaito Kidd.

However, when Kuroba Kateto hung up the phone, he suddenly asked curiously: "What are you doing now?"

Xinfan looked around his surroundings for a week, then replied helplessly: "I'm walking a dart."

"What?" Kuroba fought in a daze.

However, Xin Fan didn't respond to him, and directly activated his active skill-hang up the phone.

What he said was the truth, he and the gin were indeed escorting a batch of goods, but these goods were not ordinary, and to be precise they were prohibited by law.

The daily business scope of the organization is very large, from dealing with the president of a wealthy consortium, to the fly-ying doggou who can't get on the table, there are almost no areas where they don't get involved.

Therefore, Xinfan today was driven by gin, who can do all kinds of work. This humble car is loaded with an astonishing amount of drugs.

It is conceivable that if they are found out, they will definitely be charged with imprisonment.

only……

"When will the work of transporting the goods bother you?" Xinfan raised his eyebrows and looked at the gin~www.readwn.com~ and asked.

The gin snorted: "Of course the important thing is not the things in the car, but..."

He did not go on, but there was a dangerous light in those cold eyes.

...

The car drove on the rugged road for several hours, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated villa when the sun went down.

The iron door covered with moss was opened, and an old man staggered over and greeted the gin and Xinfan and vodka out of the car.

The air in the mountains was very fresh, and the sweetness that rushed to dissipated the foul air suffocating in the narrow space of the car.

Xinfan was here for the first time, so he looked at the surrounding environment with curiosity.

"Mr. Gin, the master is already waiting for you in the study." The old man bowed respectfully to Gin.

Many letters gave him a look at his title.