Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Somewhere in Tokyo's inconspicuous alley street, a sturdy black man put one hand in his trouser pocket, another hand this plastic bag, and quickly walked past. He quickly walked to the T-junction at the end of the alley and handed the plastic bag to the silver-haired man leaning against the car.

　　 "Big Brother." Volt pressure lowered the volume, "I just received news from Kusuda Ludao that he has been admitted to the National Medical Research Center because of his'cervical spine injury'."

　　 Gin nodded lightly, took out a bento from the plastic bag, and tore the outer packaging: "Is there a reply from Mezcal?"

　　 "No, maybe he doesn't want to get involved in Keele's affairs, right?"

　　 "Heh." Gin sneered disdainfully, "The things that Mezcal decides won't change easily. You keep keeping an eye on the National Medical Research Center, and even the entry and exit of the dead have to be investigated clearly."

"Yes."

　　 The summer wind is not so cold, it blows on the body and is even tidal. Gin was still wearing a thick windbreaker and a warm hat in the summer. After blowing in the warm wind for a few minutes, sweat broke out on his forehead.

　　 He put a chopsticks and pork chop rice into his mouth, but felt that today’s bento was particularly difficult to eat, and it tasted like chewing wax.

　　 At the same time, in a high-end clubhouse thousands of meters away, the elegant witch with a thousand faces is dating an amorous three-faced agent. They ate a meal of tens of thousands of high-end dishes and talked about things that had nothing to do with work.

　　……

　　 hum——

　　 In the early morning, the roar of car engines cut through the silent air, and a silver Maserati drove into the bustling neighborhood and parked in an unremarkable parking lot, becoming the brightest car in this parking lot.

　　 The door of the sports car opened-in some unusual but cool enough way, a young man in casual clothes and sunglasses got out of the car and walked towards the nearby building.

　　 He didn't even get the key, he just slid a few times on the extra machine, and the door of the building opened for him.

　　 The opening of the door attracted the attention of the person in the building.

　　 "Who?" This is a familiar voice, "is it Mr. Asano?"

　　 Shinshige closed the door and walked into the building: "You should call me by my code name. Nobuhiro Asano is just a false identity, just like you, Amuro-kun."

Jiang Guling gently raised the corners of his mouth: "Okay. I had dinner with Belmode yesterday, and she didn't seem to be involved in Keir's affairs. But I think she is already doubting Keir's identity. "

　　 "What's the matter?" Xin asked faintly.

　　 "Because of Keir's words." Jiang Gu Ling walked to the side and poured Xinfan a cup of freshly ground coffee, "Although our achievements cannot be made public, our failures will be widely spread all of a sudden."

　　 Xinfan didn't speak, he calmly took the coffee cup and took a sip.

　　 It’s not bad, I can drink good bourbon coffee beans, but it’s a pity that the freshly ground coffee is not very fresh anymore. After one or two hours of standing, besides the pure aroma, this cup of coffee has a bit more bitterness after being boiled by plants, which is a bit like drinking Chinese medicine.

　　 Jiang Gu Ling glanced at Xinfan, and teased: "I remember you were next to Kiel at that time, maybe you didn't know the meaning of this sentence, right?"

　　 "Chianti or Cohen?"

　　 "Chianti."

　　 Xinfan asked unexpectedly: "Isn't she uncomfortable with Belmode's fish farming behavior, how can she unite with Belmode on this issue?"

　　 "Fish? You said that is quite interesting." Jiang Gu Ling laughed, "Probably because it was Calvados' request."

　　 Xinfan smacked his lips, and was not ashamed of Belmode's exploitation of tool people. The tool man is not used to squeeze. It is necessary to look at the problem from a development perspective and pursue a sustainable and healthy development model for the tool man.

　　 "Don't tell me that you don't remember this sentence. Not only I don't believe it, but that person and Rum won't."

　　 "Although our achievements cannot be made public, our failures will be spread widely." Shinshige smiled softly, "Although the CIA has done something as a jerk, this is a good sentence."

　　 Jiang Gu Ling asked directly: "What are you going to do?"

"do nothing."

　　 "You will be suspected."

　　 "If you doubt it, then doubt it."

　　 "……"

　　 Asano Nobuhiro's tone was too careless, as if he didn't care about the end of his identity exposure. He didn't care, but Jiang Guling couldn't deceive himself and didn't care.

　　 Retire Jiang resisted the urge to punch Asano Shinshige's nose and patiently persuaded him: "Don't be willful. Although we are two people, the scope of information we can obtain is not the same, let alone..."

　　 Besides, he doesn't want to lose his comrades anymore.

　　 Jiang Guling persuaded him to persuade him, but the man in front of him looked like a white-eyed wolf who was unfamiliar with him.

　　 I saw Mezcal say something disdainfully: "It's not the same. My authority can get all the information you can."

　　 "……"

What's the meaning? Huh? What does that mean? !

　　 Asano Nobuhiro, is this yin and yang weird? He is saying that Bourbon’s existence is meaningless, and he can provide all the information to the police with a Mezcal?

　　 Yutani Rei's reason has been reminding him that Nobuhiro Asano is a comrade-in-arms and a companion, but the string in his brain is still broken. Is it tolerable or unbearable! If you don't teach Asano Nobuhiro, he is not Yutani Zero!

　　 Xinfan suddenly took a serious look at Jiang Gu Ling and said, "But I am still very grateful for being your comrade-in-arms. It feels good to have a companion by your side~www.readwn.com~ right?"

　　 Jiang Gu Ling: "...Yes."

　　 ah ah, Jiang Gu Ling, you are so hopeless, when can you stand up? !

　　 Shinshige ignored someone's unpredictable expression. He had already consciously entered a working state: "Let's inform Kazemi Yuya, Mizumi can transfer."

　　 Asano Nobuhiro's expression was too calm, and Jiang Gu Ling became more and more naive, and Jiang Gu Ling could only sigh helplessly in his heart.

　　 "Okay. The organization still has to ask you. I clearly don't participate in the rescue of Keir."

　　 "It's not on the face." Xin Fan emphasized, "You don't want to do anything on the organization side, just wait for the news."

　　 Jiang Gu Ling nodded, but he knew he couldn't ignore it completely. If Mezcal was at risk of exposure, he would definitely find a way to help.

　　 And this is what Xinfan worries most. He would rather die by himself after being exposed, rather than make him suffer.

　　 The thinking of the two people is not in the same channel at all, and it is just for nothing. All Xinfan can do is to protect himself as much as possible. In a sense, protecting yourself is also protecting zero.

　　 Alas, it’s still troublesome, if Jiang Gu Ling can no longer feel a little bit about his identity.

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