Also at the winery today 996

"Japan branch?"

Uncovering the New York Times covering his face, Ma Chuanxie narrowed his purple eyes.

In order to stay away from his playful father, he finally ran away from the American branch.

ten days ago.

"Father, can I not stay in the American branch?" Ma Chuanxie asked, standing behind the sofa where the man was sitting, leaning on his hands.

The man, Mo Mo, was in his early 30s, and his eyes, similar to those of Ma Chuanxie, showed the weight of the vicissitudes of life.

"Are those hounds no longer able to satisfy your evil taste? Xie?"

The man didn't look back, he just asked lightly. The words without any ups and downs were full of indifference.

"Why would father think like this? I'm just an ordinary student. What does the FBI have to do with me?"

Ma Chuanxie took out his student ID card from his pocket and inserted it into the man's chest pocket, his expression unchanged.

The man's expression didn't change at all, he just raised his hand and held Ma Chuanxie's wrist.

"Xie. A smart fox will not show off in front of a lion. Especially when the fox has no confidence in defeating the lion."

A cold, hard object touched the back of Jian Chuanxie's head.

"Can't we try another way? Father, before every conversation ends, you always have someone hold a gun against me."

"If you didn't have the intention of killing me, this gun wouldn't be to your head, right?"

The man stood up and lowered his palm slightly, "The Japanese branch happens to be short of people. I will arrange your identity."

So, for the first time, he left the United States of his own free will.

…………

"Sir, do you need anything?"

A gentle voice came from the flight attendant.

Ma Chuanxie closed the book and put it in the storage bag of the front seat. He turned his head and asked, "Is there a Coke?"

Perfect switching between English and Japanese.

For the task set by his father, he learned English, Japanese and French. He has also dabbled in Chinese, but... he really has no talent for that kind of awkward language.

"Yes." The flight attendant nodded, poured a glass of Coke and handed it to Ma Chuanxie, moving his fingers slightly.

Jian Chuanxie reached out and took the Coke from the flight attendant's hand.

The flight attendant smiled at him and left.

Putting down the Coke, Ma Chuanxie looked at the note that was handed over and frowned.

It seems that only his father can do this. Every assignment of tasks and setting of goals are conveyed by notes.

[Go to gin, he is your contact person in Japan. ——Martini]

Martini, the king of cocktails, was also the code name for his father's note game.

His code name is Camus, a famous French cognac brand. It was a codename that was coveted by the lower-level people, but his father randomly gave him a codename while drinking one day.

gin? Gin? (The protagonist is a native of the Conan world and doesn’t know the plot)

He seemed to have heard this name from his father. The guy from Belmod also mentioned it when he came to see his father last time.

He seems to be someone whom his father trusts quite a bit. After all, except for a few top leaders, few people's names could be mentioned by their father more than twice - except for undercover agents.

However, speaking of undercover agents, he admired Mr. Akai who was called the silver bullet by the poor leather-covered man (here, Renya Karasuma, similar to a collaborator/tool ​​man).

After all, none of his previous undercover agents, no matter where they came from, left the organization alive.

After getting off the plane, the mobile phone connected to the local base station in Japan regained full signal. This card has been set up by the organization and can connect to the signal all over the world - it is said that even the Arctic Ocean can be connected. (Have you ever seen science in the world of Conan?)

Of course, he didn't try.

After all, his father is also the kind of character who stays close to home. He is his father's biological son, so how can he be any better?

Ding.

The familiar cell phone ringtone rang. His work and daily cell phone ringtones are separate. After all, for this kind of thing, you should do things when you get money, and eating cannot affect him.

Belmode definitely cannot understand this 996 approach.

[Camu, Terminal 3, exit and turn right for 356 meters, at the entrance of the alley. Black Porsche a. ——gin (gin)]

After taking a look at the message above, Ma Chuanxie was secretly speechless. Although the villain dies because he talks too much, there is no need to talk so little, right?

Or is this person too busy to say so much?

[Understood~——camus (Camus)]

On the other side, in a black Porsche at the entrance of the alley, a man with long silver hair pinched out the cigarette in his hand and said, "Here we come."

"Brother, which group of the American branch is Kamu from?" The big man sitting in the driver's seat looked at the silver-haired man questioningly, with a puzzled look on his face.

Not far away, a young man wearing a white hoodie and black striped trousers was slowly walking towards the two of them, dragging a medium-sized suitcase.

Is this really someone from the organization?

"This guy is the boss's child."

The silver-haired man just lowered the brim of his hat and said lightly.

Since the boss is happy, he can just treat this guy as his young master. Anyway, his action team will come by then, and it will be up to him how to rectify it.

Jian Chuanxie opened the door and sat in the back seat. (Only Gin’s Porsche in the world is a 4-seater)

"First meeting, the leader of the Japanese action group, gin."

Ma Chuanxie pulled down the hood of his white hoodie, lay down in the empty seat between the two seats and showed a kind smile to Gin.

"I heard that there are a lot of things going on here in Japan, so I came to help~ By the way, I have to be paid for my work."

Gin: I don’t believe it. The boss’ message also says that you are here to play.

"I understand." Dead face.

Do you really understand?

Ma Chuanxie looked at Gin's dead face suspiciously, then looked at the black hat on Gin's head, and suddenly understood something.

Is this hat just to cover the top of the head with sparse hair?

It seems that Mr. Gin really understands. After all, only 996 can speak so concisely and clearly!

As if he had found someone similar to him, Ma Chuanshe patted Gin on the shoulder and said, "Gin, don't be busy working every day. You can still take a break occasionally. In your case -"

A black Beretta M92F was suddenly aimed at Ma Chuanxie's eyebrows, "If you say another word, I will kill you now."

Raising his right hand, Ma Chuanxie held the barrel of Beretta's gun, "Don't point the gun at me, Gin." (In the setting, Ma Chuan's physical skills are similar to Gin)

Otherwise I don't mind a few more bullet holes in your head.

?

Pressing down the barrel of the gun hard in his hand, "Gin, this is an airport. I don't need to tell you how many people there are. The boss doesn't want to see you arrogantly walking around."

He still didn't want to have a shootout with the Japanese police when he first arrived in Japan.

After all, this is not a free America. There is a gunfight every three days.

It's better to have fun for a long time than to have fun for a short time. For example, placing a few undercover agents into the police force or something.

(Scotland/Bourbon: I’m familiar with this.)