Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

"Conan's toast does not eat fine wine (!

Tokyo Lufeng Music Classroom

Subaru Okiya smiled and sent away his more abnormal colleagues, and became the last employee to leave the music classroom.

He slowly cleaned up the desktop, turned off the water and electricity, then leaned against the door, turned on the phone by the moonlight, and dialed out a bunch of unfamiliar numbers.

There were several beeps and beeps in the receiver, and soon the phone was picked up by the opposite person.

"Good evening, Akai-kun."

It was a calm male voice.

"Good evening." Shuichi Akai stared at the occasional traffic flow outside the window and passers-by who rushed home, and said calmly, "I have been investigating in the Lu Feng music classroom for many days."

"How is it?" the man asked softly.

Akai Hideichi thought of his colleagues and boss, with a slight smile in his eyes: "Although I can't give you a very clear answer yet, perhaps your worries are unnecessary."

"Of course he is the best if he has no problems." The man asked again, "Listening to your tone, have you been getting along well during this period of time?"

"A very interesting person." Akai Hideichi gave his own comment concisely and clearly.

"Then do you want to retreat?"

"No, it's not necessary. Ariane is lurking well with Kogoro Moori now, plus me, even if there is no organized undercover, the FBI can keep up with the latest news."

Maori Detective Agency and Lu Feng Music Classroom, these two terms seem to have nothing to do with the organization. What is strange is that in recent large-scale operations organized in Tokyo, there are basically figures related to offices and music classrooms.

Asano Nobuhira, as an investor in the Mori Detective Agency and the owner of Ryufeng's music classroom, Akai Hideichi is curious about his role in these incidents.

The man on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, and then said, "Well, I believe Akai-kun's decision. Then just contact him."

"goodbye."

Hideichi Akai hung up, put the phone in his pocket, walked out of the door of the music classroom, and locked it.

The moonlight is bright and clear, and under this cold and clean light is the purest darkness in this world.

...

Xinfan admits that he has a very deep understanding of the darkness, because he himself has gone deep into the darkness.

For example, at the moment he is sitting on a Porsche 356A with gin, playing with the Beretta M92F in his hands.

The safety of the pistol is in the open state, and it may misfire if you are not careful. It's just that both he and the gin beside him are very calm about this.

Xinfan is because he firmly believes in his superb "gun-playing" level. After all, there are a lot of boring times in the process of missions, so I have to cultivate a hobby of killing time. As for the gin, he was used to the common conspiracy of his companion. As long as Mezcal didn't pull the trigger at him out of curiosity, the gin felt that he could accept it.

"Point A on Ishida Road, saw the target report." Gin said coldly to the phone.

Xinfan looked up at him lazily when he heard the voice, then looked away boredly, and continued to be in a daze.

"Verify whether the target enters or exits the apartment." Jinjiu changed another outside member.

Porsche is located in the center of the city, and you can see the Eastern Capital Tower not far away through the gaps between the buildings. At this time, the Eastern Capital Iron Tower was still strong, and even survived bomb attacks. I just don't know if it can withstand the baptism of gunship bullets.

"Chianti, no shots are allowed without my instructions!" Gin exhorted in a very serious and even indifferent manner.

Xinfan looked at the scenery outside the window and sighed silently in his heart. It seems that he often goes on missions with Gin recently. Ming Ming Bourbon is also in Japan, why didn't he see what job he was assigned? You can release the sea with Bourbon, ah no, release the water. The gin is too hardworking, and he must get up early even with him, and stay in the car for a whole day.

Old people can't afford to hurt their bones.

Oh, by the way, since you have worked so hard, the benefits and remuneration you should have can't be less!

"In addition," it didn't take long for Gin's call to connect. He just bought a head when he noticed that Mezcal raised a weird smile at himself, "...just stay where you are."

After that, he hung up the phone "boom", turned to Mezcal, and asked with a sullen expression: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, you're busy with you," Xinfan replied intimately.

"..." Gin restrained his urge to draw his gun and forced him to remain calm.

Can't do it, at least not now. Mezcal’s Beretta is in his hand, and he hasn't been insured yet, and he must not be Mezcal’s opponent when facing the gun.

calm! calm!

Xinfan didn't seem to notice Gin's ugly face. He curiously asked, "Why is the vodka not there? Where did you send him? Oh, is it because I have no place for him anymore? Hey, You said earlier, I can drive my own car to participate in the task. By the way, the premise is that the organization must first reimburse me for the cost of repairing the car."

With Mezcal's chanting, the blue veins on the gin's forehead jumped up and down.

Finally he gritted his teeth and said: "Your immediate boss is not me!"

Otherwise, he will definitely shoot this damned Mezcal! absolute! !

Xinfan seemed to just remember that he seemed to belong directly to the BOSS. He was rather regretful and said: "It's a pity, I thought I could use your operating funds."

Go away Mezcal! disappear as far as you can! Really think his money is so good? Why should he repair Mezcal's car with the funds he has earned so hard?

"But where is the BOSS now?" Xinfan put his hands behind his head and leaned on the seat, and said casually, "I can't get through the phone, and the email doesn't reply. It's really hard to find someone."

Of course he was telling lies, after all, the fact that the gentleman responded quickly to his subordinates was a role model for Mezcal.

Gin glanced at him coldly: "The BOSS may be hiding in your trunk, waiting to reimburse you for repair costs."

Xinfan was silent for a few seconds.

Gin watched him just that, and didn't say a word.

After a while, Xinfan sighed helplessly, and said with emotion: "This joke is so cold, you are really not suitable for gin to tell a joke."

In short, he wouldn’t admit that he had a cold back when he heard the boss hiding in the trunk just now~www.readwn.com~ Gin didn’t pay attention to him, and Xinfan said to himself: "I have important contacts. That one, but he just can't get in touch."

At this moment, a mobile phone vibrated and buzzed suddenly in the small Porsche compartment.

The voice was continuous, not Hongshu's call.

Xinfan took out his mobile phone and took a look——

Good guys! It turned out to be Mezcal's "unreachable" boss!

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