Conan's Beginning was Picked Up by Xiaolan

"Gin, how is Kir's situation?" Gin, who had just come out from Vermouth, received a call.

"There is already some progress on Vermouth. I think it will be soon."

"As soon as possible. Also, you know I don't care whether you are dead or alive. You should also know what I care about."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Gin lowered his eyebrows, listened to the other end hanging up the call, and put away his phone.

He walked in one direction, he was going to meet Rum.

As he was walking, someone called him.

"Hey! Gin, go meet Rum. What a coincidence, me too." Toru Amuro rushed over. His sunny smile always seemed to make people feel at ease.

"Well, how is your investigation on Kogoro Mouri going? Is there any problem with him?" Gin glanced at him and then looked away.

"Well, according to my investigation, he should not have cooperated with the FBI, so you can put your previous worries aside." Amuro did not lie.

Kogoro really has nothing to do with the FBI.

"By the way, have you found Kiel?" Amuro asked casually. He was originally looking for this person, but Rum had recently assigned him a new task.

"Almost there." Gin didn't say much.

The two came to a room, and Gin opened the door and walked in.

On the other side of the table, a man wearing monocular glasses was looking at documents without even raising his head.

"Gin, could you please knock on the door next time?" Rum's attention was still on the documents in front of him.

"Yeah." Gin walked to the sofa beside him, sat down and opened a bottle of wine.

When Rum heard the sound of wine being opened, he put down the documents in his hand helplessly. He looked up slightly and found that Bourbon was also there. He put the gin aside.

"Bourbon, are you done?"

"Yes, those people have all been placed in prison. It won't be long before we find out what's wrong with that senior official."

Amuro nodded and sat next to Gin, looking at the wine he opened and poured himself a glass.

"Thank you for your hard work. Why did you come to see me?" Rum smiled when he heard that, but he knew that Bourbon would not come to see him in person for such a matter.

"It's nothing. I just requested a reimbursement, but the finance department refused to give it to me, so they asked you to discuss it with them." Amuro shrugged helplessly.

He took another sip of wine, his eyes taking in the entire room, it was strange.

"You're talking about this?" Rum had a headache.

Bourbon reported the cost of these operations at 300 million yen, which made the finance department very dissatisfied. Pinot Noir even called personally.

It’s too much to say that Bourbon did this once or twice, but he is simply using them as a vault.

"What did you do to spend three hundred million?"

"That's a lot. Money for vehicle repairs, food for the people below, bribery of the law enforcement officers in the prison, and more..."

"Stop!" Rum waved his hand. He was very busy and didn't want to listen to all this nagging.

"I'll call Pinot Noir later and ask the finance department to call you. Is there anything else?"

"The rest are minor matters, just that a batch of arms arrived at the port, and a few congressmen asked for a lot of money..."

"Let me plan these things and we can discuss them later." Rum interrupted Amuro. He knew about these things, but they were really not a big deal.

"Okay, then I'll go first, you two can chat." Amuro understood what Rum meant, but after standing up, he deliberately looked left and right.

"Where's Curacao? Shouldn't she be with you at this hour?"

"I sent her out on a mission."

Amuro's eyes suddenly realized something, and then he left the room. After leaving the room, his eyes sank slightly. What mission required sending Curacao out?

You have to know that Curacao is Rum's most trusted confidant.

There was a sound of the door closing, and Amuro closed the door when he left.

"Okay, Gin, tell me what you want to talk to me about?" Rum poured himself a glass of water and relaxed a little. He didn't want to drink for the time being, as he still had work to do later.

"The boss just called me to ask about Gil." Gin drank the wine in the glass.

Rum didn't say anything, he knew Gin hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Kil was able to gain trust because of the death of Ethan Bendon. Otherwise, she would not have been able to reach this position."

"So? Although Kiel was Ricard's man before, that was only in name. In reality, Kiel is your man. How you deal with him is none of my business."

Rum leaned back in his chair. This kind of thing didn't interest him.

"I mean the CIA. This agency has been bothering us for a long time. I heard that your people were arrested by the CIA in London?"

"Hehe...it's just a small matter. How about I show you good news in a few days?" Rum smiled evilly.

"I want you to help me check Kil's background. If she is a traitor, then she can only be from the CIA." Ignoring Rum's words, he thought back to the past and still had some doubts.

Rum was silent at this time. He had people planted in the CIA, but even so, it would be very difficult to find out whether there was a person named Kiel inside the CIA.

What's more, the CIA itself is an intelligence agency, so this is basically impossible to accomplish.

Thinking of this, he shook his head: "There is no way. Not to mention whether I am willing to give up the hidden chess piece, even if I give up, I may not be able to find it out."

"Gin, you underestimate them."

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly. He was not surprised. He came here to ask about the possibility.

"By the way, did Tequila say anything when he died a few days ago?" Rum crossed his legs and looked at Gin.

"Just some nonsense." Gin glanced at him and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Oh... Really? But it's a pity. Tequila was quite capable of doing things. Now that he's dead, Italy has to choose a new candidate."

Although he said so, there was no emotion in Rum's words.

"How is the drug development going?" Gin was silent for a while and chose to change the subject.

"Not very good. Gin, you were wrong about this. Shirley died, but you let her run away? You don't have any compassion, do you?"

Rum's eyes became sharper and sharper, like a knife. Shirley has been in the care of Gin since she was a child, which means that she was raised by Gin.

"Just a rat. I will find her and kill her." Gin leaned back on the sofa, exhaled a puff of cigarette, and met Rum's gaze. His eyes also began to turn cold.

"Then I'll wait for your good news. As for the drug research, don't worry about it. I've already found a few people to replace them. Although they're not as good as Shirley, they can still be used."

Rum retracted his gaze and looked at the documents on the table again. He was really busy. As the second-in-command of the organization, he made countless decisions every day.

Gin saw the piles of documents on Rum's desk and slowly stood up. There was no need to stay any longer. For him, the most urgent thing was Gil's matter...