Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Gin had just finished the afternoon task at this time, and it would be difficult to arrive early from his location to the agreed position, even if he rushed over without stopping.

However, Gin has this ability. When Xinfan arrived at C5, Gin's old Porsche had already parked in the nearby alley.

Xinfan parked the car in another location, then pretended to be very casual, walked past the Porsche without squinting, but got into the car in the next instant.

"It's been a long time, Gin." Xinfan greeted the man in black with a smile.

Gin glanced disgustingly at Xinfan's dress, and snorted coldly, "It's too obvious for you to go in like this, and it's ugly."

"Ugly?" Xinfan's face was filled with suspicion and disbelief. "Don't you think I look like Sherlock Holmes?"

The khaki trench coat is indeed a color and style that Holmes would like, but Gin is not interested in such false things.

After Xinfan finished saying these words, the atmosphere in the car fell into weird silence.

Two seconds later, suspicion appeared on Gin Wine's face slowly, and he asked slightly confused: "Who is Holmes?"

Vodka covered his face and cleared his throat, reminding: "The protagonist in Conan Doyle's book is a detective."

The gin swept away with an eye knife, and the vodka was silenced immediately.

"Vodka." Xinfan called out vodka's name strangely. "You actually know Conan Doyle's book?"

"Of course, I like the "Study of Blood" very much. Sherlock Holmes also has a detective assistant named Watson... "When vodka mentioned his hobby, the whole person's temperament changed. He enthusiastically followed Mezcal introduced his favorite books and authors.

During the period, Gin stared at his unsatisfactory criminal assistant, but the excited Vodka couldn't notice the lower and lower temperature in the air.

The murderous intent of the gin has overflowed the entire carriage, so that Xinfan, who is already resistant to this kind of oppression, couldn't help looking sideways, but Vodka was still talking to himself.

"Crack—"

Accompanied by the sound of the insurance opening, Vodka suddenly felt the back of his head against a cold object. He stiffened for a moment, his neck was so stiff and straight that he couldn't even look back at the owner of the pistol.

The cold voice of the gin sounded close to the vodka's auricle: "If you want to die, just keep talking."

Vodka shook his head frantically.

Brother, eldest brother, you can’t just take out that kind of thing, if the fire goes out, no one will help you drive in the future!

Xin Fan leaned forward and leaned on the seat in front of him. Watching the excitement, he said, "Go on, Vodka, I haven't read Conan Doyle's book yet, how is it written?"

"I don't have time to wait for you to chat!" Gin complained angrily. "The plane will take off in two hours. If the target cannot die before that because of you two, you can die for him. NS!"

Xinfan raised his eyebrows: "You mean if you have enough time, would you like to listen to Vodka telling you about Sherlock Holmes?"

Gin's eyebrows suddenly curled up.

But before he said anything, Xinfan had already changed the subject with a wink: "Where are you going?"

"South Africa." While Gin responded rather perfunctorily, he took out a stack of documents. "There is an underground boxing club opposite us. Your target is the head of the club. Kill him and clean up his body. Intelligence. It was provided by Bourbon. If you have any questions, please find him yourself."

Xinfan took the file from Gin's hand and glanced at it. At the top of the file is a life photo. Although the shooting angle is strange, the sharpness can be better than the ID photo taken in the photo studio.

The target seems to be a middle-aged man who lacks exercise all the year round, with fat on his face. In addition, the data also showed that he suffered from bone disease and was slightly lame when walking.

"understood."

Xinfan glanced at it once, remembering some of the more important information, and then returned the information to Jinjiu.

He took off his windbreaker and turned it over to put it on the other side. Suddenly the khaki windbreaker turned into the iconic black of the organization.

The gin wears black all day long, which is said to be deceptive, but it is even more eye-catching because of the cold temperament of the whole body. It is simply a sign of a crime of movement.

However, Xinfan still likes to wear black when performing organizational tasks, because black is an all-inclusive color. If he doesn't touch other people's wine glasses or food, it will not leave a trace, which greatly reduces his recognition.

Of course, the blood oozing out after injury is not obvious on the black clothes, so that it can confuse the enemy, so that the enemy can't see his true state.

Xinfan got out of the car and looked around. This is already considered the most remote place in Tokyo, and no car will pass by for a long time.

There is a desolate and dilapidated building on the other side of the road, and one of the shops whose signs are faded to be invisible is his destination.

Here the door was closed tightly, Xinfan stretched out his hand to push the door, and the door opened with stress. He saw a young man with a big waist. He stared at Xinfan with a vicious face, and asked coldly, "Who are you looking for?!"

Xin Fan ignored him and continued to walk inside.

The man was immediately angered, and he suddenly reached out to attack Xinfan, but Xinfan grabbed his wrist.

The two hands intersected, one was muscular violent, and the other was too thin. However, the strange thing is that the muscular man couldn't shake the thin person.

The man gritted his teeth, held his breath, and recharged his strength.

Xinfan glanced at him and said indifferently: "Many arm is a car, it's useless~www.readwn.com~ He is about to overturn this man who looks like a bodyguard to the ground, so as to give the underground boxing club a blow. So attract the target's attention.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came in: "What's the matter? Why did it start to fight?"

Xinfan turned his head and saw a man with blond hair and black skin standing nearby, squinting and smiling at him.

Seeing Bourbon, the big guy who just wanted to fight Shinfan quickly relieved his strength: "Ann and Mr. Amuro, this guy will do something to me as soon as he comes in, so I guess he will teach him a lesson."

Mr. Amuro?

Shinshige let go and met Bourbon's sight.

It's okay for Bourbon to sneak into the underground boxing club for intelligence. Anyway, there are many types of part-time jobs, but Xinfan didn't expect that he would not even bother to change his name.

This is because it won’t be easy to disguise anyway, so does the name matter?

Shinshige is looking forward to one day that Conan finds out the expression of Toru Amuro while working in an underground boxing club, but that little detective probably won't come into contact with this kind of information that has nothing to do with the main line.

"Fisting?" Amuro asked him.