Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 94 The Head of the Red Romantic Men's Model Team
"Megure Police Department, when will Uehara Police Department be able to accept interviews?"

"Well, it mainly depends on how he recovers from his injury.

"I believe everyone is aware that Uehara-kun has just come out of the hospital bed not long ago, and although the doctor has confirmed that he is fine, he still needs to rest.

"What Uehara-kun means is to ask friends from the media not to portray him as a hero. He just did what he should do as a policeman..."

Mihuacho late at night, on the 20th floor of Dahei Building, Cocktail Bar.

The melodious saxophone music on the dance floor lingers in the ears of the men——

Beside the huge booth, there were only three men in black sitting there, and a beautiful blonde was skillfully playing curling behind the bar.

The bursting sound when the ice cubes collided constantly interfered with the report of the reporter Rena Mizumura on the TV news, making the eyes of the blond man with a cigarette in the center of the booth turn cold.

"This policeman really has a lot of lives, and none of them died."

Even in the middle of the night, the square-faced man who still wore sunglasses picked up his glass and drank it in one gulp. While enjoying the spicy throat pleasure, he still didn't forget to comment on the content of the news: "Are you right, Tequila."

"Luck and vodka."

The tall man with a Kansai accent flicked his wine glass. Under the bushy beard, the chin with the beauty groove was particularly conspicuous in the dim light: "But it can be regarded as being earned by this policeman. The Suzuki Foundation, the Takasugi Foundation, the organization's People seem to have heard that his files have been sent to the desks of the first and second officers of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"That's not what you said. Isn't it normal for an excellent policeman like Uehara Katsumi-kun to be valued, especially since his net worth is still clean."

The voice full of jokes is like a devil that stalks one's mind. At some point, the glamorous girl who was still in front of the bar stepped into the booth with a glass of wine, making the unexplained vodka and tequila frown.

Where is this woman from?
Are you crazy about wanting to be superior?
The peripheral members who don't even have a code name dare to interrupt their chat?
"Yes, sir."

The woman put the cocktail in the tray on the only blond man in the booth who was exuding coldness all over his body. Under the horrified eyes of vodka and tequila, she slowly bent down and leaned into his ear : "This glass of wine was invited to you."

"Have you had enough fun, Belmode?"

The eyes of the man biting a cigarette were filled with murderous intent. He raised his left hand and held the ice pick in the ice bucket beside him, and grabbed her hair with his right hand and threw it to the table. The sharp awl pierced it instantly!
Boom!
Under the horrified gazes of vodka and tequila, a brand new charming face appeared along with the woman's disguise nailed to the table——

"Bei, Belmode..."

As the eldest brother's most loyal driver, when Vodka saw this face, a few drops of cold sweat broke out from his temples.The man codenamed Tequila shut his mouth instantly.

"Really, you are still the same, it's meaningless at all, Gin."

Gathering all the blond hair that fell on his chest and behind his shoulders, Belmode, the famous Witch with Thousand Faces in the organization, stretched out his hand in such a majestic manner, bent his elbow on Gin's shoulder, and raised the corner of his mouth A touch of playfulness: "It's just a joke."

The little brother Vodka on the side was a little puzzled when he saw the person coming: "Bermod, you are not in the United States—"

"The matter in the United States is settled. Of course, I will take a vacation in Japan. After all, I can't go out and relax there." Belmode raised his eyes, and the two members of the organization in front of him were reflected in his beautiful eyes.

Gin, who acted as an elbow for her, bit his cigarette and couldn't help but snorted coldly, with a smirk on his lips: "A woman like you will come to Japan at this time with only one purpose."

"is it?"

Belmode sat noncommittally on the seat that vodka and tequila obediently gave way to, lit up a cigarette with his legs up, and casually threw the lighter on the table: "I'm here to help you, Gin. Miyano Mingmei seems to have really agreed to the conditions you proposed, and you really plan to watch her leave the organization after it's done?"

"Don't stretch your hands over the line, Belmode." Gin got up and left without the slightest hesitation, and Vodka hurriedly got up and followed after seeing this.

Belmode, who slowly exhaled a puff of smoke ring, sat on the deck, watching the two leave with meaningful eyes.When the red lips parted slightly, the tequila on the side suddenly became excited——

"Where is the list, have you got it?"

"I got it. The list and information of those programmers have been obtained from Belmode, and the transaction time is set at the Mantian Game Development Conference two months later."

"Be careful not to be caught by the tail by the police."

"I understand that the transaction is very secretive and will not be discovered."

"Just know what's in your heart."

Seeing that Belmode didn't intend to ask any more questions, Tequila hurriedly got up and left this dangerous booth after answering——

Belmode, the Witch of Thousand Faces in the organization, is an extremely dangerous existence just like Gin.

After Tequila also left, Belmode, who was shaking the sherry in the glass, took a sip and watched the snowflakes flying outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bar——

His eyes gradually turned cold as the snowflakes fell.

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"Ah!"

In the early morning of the next day, Katsumi Uehara, who had finally returned to his apartment, sneezed as soon as he got up and lifted the quilt.

"Which turtle bastard is scolding me behind my back again..."

After rubbing his nose, the man in a pair of big underpants yawned and opened the bedroom door. While washing, he looked in the mirror at the long hair that had grown back after lying in bed for a long time. The more he looked, the more he was satisfied.

"Hello? Uncle, are the karaoke boxes on Christmas night open for reservations?"

"Hey, rare guest, will a hero like you come to my place to sing again?"

"Get out, I'm taking care of your business, you're not welcome, right?"

"Welcome, of course.

"However, if you really want to take care of my business, you can resign and come to me as the top card. It will definitely not be a problem. After all, you were once a champion model. You can speak so well, so there must be many people who point to you."

Katsumi Uehara, who was brushing his teeth, muttered indistinctly: "Please add an attributive, amateur group."

"Is there a difference between an amateur and a professional? Don't you just take two steps, pat the magazine cover, pat the advertisement and bring the goods?"

"With your IQ, it's not unreasonable for you not to be a professional singer. Obviously, the two of you who played in the band with you were selected to debut."

"With your mouth, it's not unreasonable not to be a professional model."

"Fart, low-end models are only worth a few bucks. If I hadn't been short of start-up funds, I wouldn't have bothered to participate in that competition. The amateur group was engraved on the trophy, and I was embarrassed to show it off."

After rinsing his mouth and washing his face, Katsumi Uehara cursed and went back to his room, put on his shirt and trousers, and picked out a long wine red trench coat from the closet.

"Just tell me if there is any. I want a bigger box. Those friends and I want to get together and have a drink. It's also a celebration of the rest of my life after the catastrophe."

　Ask for tickets~ask for support~
　　There are two more~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)