Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Koizumi took Gin's Porsche to a bar called "Daikoku" on the first floor of a commercial center in Ginza, Tokyo.

To be honest, Vodka's driving skills are really good. He drives steadily and fast. Koizumi almost fell asleep sitting in the back seat.

When she followed Gin into the bar door, she couldn't help yawning several times, which attracted the attention of Vermouth and Vodka next to her.

Koizumi ignored them. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes, wiping away the tears that came from the corners of her eyes because of yawning.

Was it her illusion? Why was there a particularly strong smell of alcohol in this bar?

Could it be that someone smashed the wine cabinet while causing trouble?

Koizumi glanced around the bar, nothing unusual, it was clean and tidy. The squinty-eyed bartender standing behind the bar nodded slightly in their direction, probably to Gin, and then continued to wipe the glass in his hand.

It was another base of an organization, so we blew it up.

This thought suddenly flashed through Koizumi's mind, making her feel a little amused.

She stopped rubbing her eyes and called out to the person in front of her in a stiff tone: "Gin."

As soon as Koizumi said "Gin", she immediately became aware of several meaningful gazes being cast at her.

She pretended not to know and said helplessly to the tall man in front of her: "Wait for me for ten minutes."

Seeing the man's puzzled look, Koizumi put down his hands that were covering his eyes and said helplessly: "I forgot that I put on makeup. I have to go take it off first."

She was really a little confused just now and even forgot that she had not yet removed her makeup.

The consequence of rubbing her eyes directly was that her makeup was smudged and half of her face was ruined by herself, making her look unpresentable.

Vermouth, who was walking beside Koizumi, witnessed the whole process without any awareness of Koizumi, but she just observed silently without saying anything to remind him.

Only people who don't wear makeup often would do something like this and accidentally ruin their makeup. This is consistent with her own statement that she had only recently learned how to wear makeup.

Without waiting for Gin to speak, Vermouth smiled and said to her: "I know where the bathroom is, come with me."

Koizumi nodded gratefully to her: "Okay. Thanks, Beijie."

It's a novel name, but not offensive.

Vermouth smiled, turned around and led the way.

Gin groaned, turned towards the few people sitting in the corner of the bar, and sat down at the empty table next to them.

"Gin, vodka."

The square-faced, burly man with a weird butt-like chin stood up and greeted them politely.

Gin snorted to show that he heard it.

Vodka sat down opposite Gin and waved to the man with a smile: "Good evening, Tequila."

Then he greeted the other three people sitting at the table: "Hi, Cohen, Jack, Chianti."

The woman in a black leather jacket and brown-red mushroom-shaped hair nodded indifferently and said to Gin, "Who was that just now, a newcomer?"

Gin glanced at her and said two words in a stiff tone: "Don't ask."

The woman's eyebrows flew up immediately, and she was about to jump up and slam the table, but the middle-aged man sitting next to her stopped her with his hand: "Stop it, Chianti."

Chianti's chest heaved violently for a few times, but he finally snorted and sat back in his seat.

The man who stopped Chianti had an Asian face but short curly hair. He said to Gin in a calm tone, "That was Vermouth, right? Is she coming to Neon?"

Gin still gave this man some face and said "hmm" to express his affirmation.

Vodka hurriedly explained for him: "We just received Belmode today. She is going to carry out the mission of that gentleman and will not act with us."

Hearing this, the curly-haired man nodded slightly and stopped talking.

Seeing that the man only asked this question, Chianti couldn't help but slammed the table and shouted: "Jack, why don't you ask him about that woman?"

Before the curly-haired girl could speak, the long-faced man wearing sunglasses sitting opposite her spoke up: "If it's something that needs to be told to us, Gin will tell us."

Chianti's eyes flew up and he shouted angrily: "Cohen! Who are you from?"

The two men at the same table stopped talking and left Chianti to rage alone.

Gin finally couldn't stand it anymore and pulled out his gun, aiming at her head, and shouted: "Be quiet!"

Seeing that no one stood up for him, Chianti snorted unwillingly, threw the wine glass on the table to the ground viciously, walked away angrily, sat down in a chair far away from them, kicked the table in front of him open, and put his leather boots on it, as if he was determined to provoke them to the end.

The curly-haired man took a deep breath and was about to stand up and preach, but Gin's words stopped him where he was.

"Leave her alone."

Gin said to the squinty-eyed bartender who came over to check on the situation: "Clean it up and give me a drink."

The bartender smiled as usual and called someone to clean up the mess on the floor. When he brought the gin and vodka over, Vermouth returned with Koizumi.

Koizumi glanced at the people sitting there, ignored them, and said to Gin, "Where do I take the mission?"

Gin winked at the bartender, who immediately understood and politely said to Koizumi, "Please follow me."

Koizumi glanced at Gin, and seeing that he had no objection, he turned around and followed the bartender away.

Sitting at the bar, the squinty-eyed bartender placed a thick wine list in front of Koizumi and said with a smile: "It's all here, you can choose the flavor you want."

Koizumi opened the cover and found a stack of dozens of pages of printed paper underneath the cover of the wine list. Each page was a separate task. Not only were the time, location, requirements and other details of the task marked on it, but there was also a clear reward amount, which was exactly in line with Koizumi's imagination of mercenaries from another world.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Ice Coke."

The bartender was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, please wait."

Vermouth sat down next to her lazily: "Ordering Coke at the bar? Tom, give us two martinis."

"Ok."

The squinty-eyed bartender smiled and nodded, then went to make the cocktails.

Martini...

Koizumi immediately remembered the famous scene in the comics where Vermouth flirted with Gin. He subconsciously turned his head to look in Gin's direction, leaned slightly closer to Vermouth, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you buy Gin a drink of this?"

Vermouth was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, attracting the attention of everyone in the bar.

Vermouth laughed for a long time before she stopped. She wiped the corners of her eyes gently, poked a finger at Koizumi's head and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about, little guy!"

Koizumi tilted his head: "Did I remember it wrong? Martini is the mixture of your code name wines, right?"

Vermouth laughed and scolded: "What a mixture, that's really ugly!"

The squinty-eyed bartender interrupted with a smile, "You are not mistaken, Ms. Sakurai. Martinis are indeed made with gin and vermouth."

Vermouth said angrily, "Tom, you are joining in the fun!"

Koizumi stared at the bartender with wide eyes: "Hey, do you know me?"

The bartender smiled and replied, "Yes, Ms. Sakurai. Gin asked me to receive you personally. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Koizumi: ...

Put your hands together and say, "Sorry to have kept you waiting. I'll come here more often in the future."

Tom, the bartender, smiled and pushed a glass of martini in front of her: "It's okay, miss. I'll wait for you."

Koizumi shuddered involuntarily. She leaned back slightly and pushed the glass of wine back with a fake smile: "I already said I want an iced Coke, you should give this one to Gin."

After saying that, she stopped paying attention to the two people beside her and focused her attention on the task list in her hand.

Vermouth did not continue to talk to Koizumi. She took a sip of the martini that the bartender brought to her, and her slender fingers gently drew circles on the rim of the glass.

She turned around and looked at Jin Changzhi's back at the bar, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Mix him a martini?

It's a good suggestion.