Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Two days later——

　　 "I am waiting for you at the exit."

　　 Stockholm’s busy international airport, passengers entering and leaving are all attracted by a man wrapped in black at the exit.

　　 This kind of "I am the underworld" dress is really strange.

　　 But if they didn't kill or set fire, they couldn't call the police just because of his weird dressing style, right?

　　 The man put down the phone, stood on the steps next to the car, holding his arms, waiting patiently.

five minutes later--

　　 A young man wearing a light coffee-colored sweater, bright blue sunglasses and a backpack walked over from the exit.

　　 The man in black beckoned.

　　 Shinfan saw it and walked straight to him.

　　 This move has attracted frequent attention from passengers.

　　 The temperament of these two people is so different. One is deep and indifferent, with coldness all over his body, and the other with gentle sunshine, and he knows that he is a good person at first glance.

　　 "Long time no see, Shiraz." Xinfan said hello to the black man with a smile.

　　 Sila nodded, and stretched out his hand to open the co-pilot's door: "You are still trusted by the organization, Mezcal. You will also handle this kind of thing yourself."

　　 Xinfan got in the car, took off his sunglasses, and said, "The gin was sold to me for a little favor, and it was not reported to the organization. What's more, an outdated document will not affect me."

"makes sense."

　　 Shiraz stepped on the accelerator, and the black seven-seater family car drove forward.

　　 The familiar scenery of Northern Europe outside the window quickly retreated, Xinfan's gaze fell on the place where he had stayed for nearly three years, and his eyes were calm and there was no waves at all.

　　 Shiraz glanced at Xinfan while driving, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

　　 "Don't worry, go eat first."

　　 Shiraz: "???"

　　 Even after working with Mezcal for more than two years, he still can't keep up with someone's brain circuits.

However, due to the feelings of colleagues and former subordinates, Silas knew that the other party did not need it, and he reminded him: "Your DNA report is still temporarily stored in the Swedish Security Agency, but we are not sure when this information will be uploaded. International Intelligence Network."

　　 Shinhan shrugged and said, "Just assume that my plane is two hours late."

In response to Sila’s speechless expression, he said again, “I really don’t have any appetite on the plane. I haven’t eaten all the way. By the way, the Italian restaurant we went to before is nearby, right? Go there for lunch. !"

　　 "..." Sila said helplessly, "Okay. But if there is a problem because of this, don't blame me for not reminding."

"Why are you so nervous?" Xinfan asked strangely, "It's just a DNA test report. A guy like gin who dared to shoot under the nose of the police, hasn't he been caught for so many years? "

　　 Organizations dared to drive gunship helicopters to shoot at Tokyo Tower. What is there to be afraid of?

　　 He came to destroy his report this time, in addition to reassurance of the gin, mainly to prevent someone from using his DNA to make a fuss.

　　 After all, as a former public security policeman, now an undercover public security officer, he actually has many traces of Fu Jingguang left in Japan. Although the police should have erased all his past information after that incident, it is inevitable that some will not be left behind.

　　 If some foreign intelligence agencies are stupid and cause someone to compare the information of Mezcal and Zhu Fu Jingguang, then it will be the real end!

　　 If he is pure black real wine, the DNA report is really nothing.

　　 Hearing Xinfan's questioning, Sila twisted and didn't know how to refute: "Even though I say that, but..." But she just thought it was weird.

　　 Yeah, why is gin so bold? Isn't he afraid of being discovered? ?

　　 Shiraz self-examined, and found that it is not just gin, it seems that these code-named members in the organization are more arrogant. It seems that they have never taken the police and intelligence agencies of various countries seriously.

　　 Is it because there are too many undercover agents, and they are all damaged by the undercover "someone in the middle" behavior?

Now Silas is even more worried: "Mezcal, I think we should be more cautious. Don’t you still have a very important mission in Japan this time? If the Japanese public security knows that you are a member of the organization, even if you don’t threaten it. When it comes to life, it’s annoying to be harassed, right?"

　　 Japanese police?

　　 Asano, someone from the Asano, Shinshige was taken aback for a while and said, "Being not in a hurry does not mean that I will give the information to those guys in the Swedish Security Agency for nothing."

"and you……"

　　 "It's okay, go to eat first." Xin Fan's eyes lit up, "I saw it, and the restaurant is still there."

　　 Sila had no choice but to park the car to the entrance of the Italian restaurant.

　　 "Welcome!" the blonde clerk in an apron greeted in Swedish, "Ah, it's Mr. Larson. Can you sit by the window with your friends?"

"no problem."

　　 Xinfan gave Sila a faint glance, did not speak, just followed him to the corner by the window.

　　 This location is very far away from other guests, it is suitable for talking about some secrets that cannot be spread.

　　 "A spicy sausage and cheese pizza." Shiraz handed the unopened menu to Xinfan, "What do you want?"

　　 "Pizza Margarita and a cup of iced coffee, thank you."

　　 The blonde clerk took away the menu~www.readwn.com~ and soon brought the coffee.

　　 "Mr. Larson, is your friend a Swedish?" The clerk cast a wink at Shinhan.

"Haha, does he speak Swedish very well?" Sila smiled heartily, not matching his clothes at all, "but this guy is actually Japanese, and he can only speak simple Swedish. That’s all for the exchange. I learned it for two months at most before and after?"

　　 Xinfan warned in a low voice: "Larson."

　　 The blonde clerk only regarded him as an angry friend, and he didn't care. He smiled and went to greet other customers.

　　 But Shiraz felt that the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply, and a fine cold sweat oozes from her back: "I investigated, Irina is just an ordinary restaurant clerk. And the information I just mentioned is not important information, right?"

　　 Xinfan didn't answer Sila's question, he picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

　　 Then he said, "It seems that you often go to this restaurant to eat and are familiar with the lady just now?"

　　 "I only come occasionally." Sila was a little embarrassed, "I also just simply appreciate Irina. I have absolutely no other ideas, let alone leaking any information about the organization."

　　 "I hope so." Xinfan said coldly, "Otherwise you will know what will end without me."

　　 Sila breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed on the chair.

　　 Here again, Mezcal's momentum has not decreased but increased during the time he arrived in Japan.

　　 He originally thought that Mezcal might be smoothed out after entering the gin site. After all, the character and strength of gin is well-known for the organization.

However……

　　 Mezcal is still the same guy who pulled him up from the abyss and pushed him into the quagmire!