Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Hidden behind the bustling city of Tokyo, there are countless filth and dregs. Those places where the environment is dirty and people are mixed, contain most of the losers in the society, but occasionally there are also big people who have turned their hands in the black world into clouds and hands.

　　Some killers think they are superior, probably they define themselves this way in their hearts.

Four young men and women in strong costumes were squeezed in the cramped hotel. They paid tens of millions of commissions, but they stayed at the hotel for 500 yen a night and drank 100 yen. Beer, playing cards without money.

　　 One of them was a little drunk and complained swearingly: "Boss, how do I feel that the goal this time is a bit weird."

The headed person stared roundly and yelled: "Beer can't stop your mouth! What's strange, we only need to kill the target according to the customer's request, and get the commission we deserve. What are you doing so much?!"

　　 "Yes, yes, yes!" The person who spoke before nodded in response.

　　 He was about to say more to please the boss, but suddenly he felt a pain in the back of his neck and black eyes, and then he didn't know anything.

　　 And his comrades only saw the drunk man responding to his mouth, and fell on the table danglingly.

　　 The young woman with handsome short hair sitting next to him immediately covered her lips and laughed: "How much alcohol did you drink now, why are you drunk? Boss, you can't give up too early, we have to drink a few more rounds."

　　 "Hmph, that's natural." The boss said with disdain, "It's nothing more than a beer that is not much different from Baishui, and you can even pour him. This drink is too bad!"

"boom--"

　　 The same thing happened to the woman again, she was lying on the table in almost the same posture. Now even if the leading killer was dull, he realized that something was wrong.

　　 Using the dim incandescent lamp, he wanted to see the face of the uninvited guest, but in the next second, his only companion was also knocked down.

　　 "Who?!" The killer quickly picked up the gun he had on hand and looked around vigilantly.

　　 That person is like a ghost in the night, attacking in front of him, but he can perfectly conceal his figure.

　　 The enemy is dark and I am bright, so it won’t work.

　　The killer's gaze fell on the headlight switch on one side. He knew that as long as he turned on the headlights of the hotel and had the entire view of the room, no matter what the monster he was, he would have nowhere to hide.

　　 But, when the killer moved towards the switch, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and immediately afterwards, the bones of his wrists were also broken.

　　Who is this person? !

　　He has been in the killer industry for so many years, and has never encountered such a terrible opponent before, and he has no power to fight back.

　　The killer's forehead seeps with fine beads of sweat, and he clearly realizes that death is so close to him, so close as if he is going to die in the next second.

Shinfan removed the killer's pistol and used it against the killer's back waist. At the same time, his right hand that contained the killer's throat also exerted a slight force, leaving a red mark on his neck.

　　 "Employer's name." The deliberately changed voice was hoarse and old, like an old man over seventy years old.

　　 However, even if he heard this sound, the assassin's tight string still did not dare to loosen it.

　　 If a colleague is underestimated because of his age, he will only die even worse. If someone accidentally clarifies the interpersonal relationship, everyone around him will die.

　　The killer understood what Shinfan was asking, and he replied nervously, "Brother, you should know the rules of our business. Leaking employer information is a big taboo..."

"boom--"

　　 A brilliant blood flower bloomed on the assassin's waist, and instantly dyed the wood-colored floor red.

　　 Shinhan has no patience to talk nonsense with this man.

　　 "Employer's name." He repeated it again.

　　 The pain in his waist and abdomen once made it hard for the killer to breathe. He held on to prevent himself from falling, and the hand covering the wound could clearly feel the warm blood passing by, just like his life.

　　 Nothing matters. After realizing the cruelty of the person behind him, the killer did not hesitate anymore. He decisively vomited a name: "Souichiro Miyama."

　　 Xinfan knocked the man out with a hand knife, and then he dropped the man to the ground and turned away.

　　 But just when he walked to the door of the hotel room, Xinfan paced back again.

　　 Sure enough, he still can't "stand by" watching others die in his own hands-even if this person is a killer with countless innocent blood.

　　 Xinfan tore off a sheet and tied the wound casually but professionally, which was a simple treatment for him.

　　 It seems a bit redundant to do these things for a killer, but Xinfan will not regret it, and he will never regret a certain decision he made. Because the self at the moment is not qualified to make decisions for the past self, all he can control is the present and the future.

　　 Xinfan knows that his investigation of EVIL tonight must not be hidden from the top of EVIL. They will soon know who caught the attention of the organization and will soon find out what these killers did with EVIL. No orderly and hierarchical organization can allow this kind of thing-except perhaps the winery, BOSS and rum are still Buddhist in these aspects-when the time comes to wait for these four people will only be handled by the upper level.

　　 There is no doubt that they will die.

　　 So Xinfan doesn't have any psychological burden. He shouldn't have any psychological burden.

　　 After helping the killer treat the wound~www.readwn.com~Xinfan took some time to clean up the traces he might have left. He wiped off the shoe prints on the floor, sprinkled fine dust, and picked up the hair that fell accidentally, as if he had come, quietly merged into the darkness again.

As soon as he left the hotel, he did not need to believe in many words, and Hiroki had already consciously reported the information he had retrieved: "Soichiro Miyama, the president of Miyama Shoji, is a successful entrepreneur. He returned to his alma mater Yokohama Marine six months ago. The university gave a speech."

　　 Shinhan cleared his face just in case and made a disguise: "What is the useful information?"

　　 Hiroki was choked by his words.

　　 How did he know what the useful information in Zhu Fu Jingguang's mind was? Isn't this very simple, Michiro Miyama hired a killer to assassinate Nobuhiro Asano, what else could he dig from Michiro Miyama?

　　 Did not hear Hiroki's answer for a while, Xinfan took out the phone questioningly, tapped the screen, and the grease got on the screen when the finger was unloaded left a shallow trace on the screen.

　　 "Which direction do you want the information?" Hiroki asked reluctantly, poking out his head, "I have saved all the information of Soichiro Miyama from birth to the present in your phone."

　　 Xin Fanyan said helplessly: "What do I want such old information for? You only have to tell me if he has been in contact with strange people recently, and doing strange things is enough."

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