Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

The cinema in the city center had a large flow of people. Scotland had booked the tickets on the way here. The strange combination of the two of them stood out among a group of young couples. The young master's temperament was quite suitable for everyday scenes.

Ye Shimu Yizhi glanced at Scotland. The man had changed into casual clothes, which was completely different from his previous mission appearance. He was no different from an ordinary person out for fun. The darkness and haze were completely hidden.

Scotland helped him to fix the mask. There was no time to disguise himself today, so Iori Yemuro had to disguise himself a little. He arranged the sunglasses and mask in a complete manner. He knew that his appearance was more likely to cause trouble, so he would cover up a little when he went out.

The two of them mingled in the crowd, and the whispers of the people around them gave Ye Shiyi a headache. He silently moved a little closer to Scotland. This man was tall, and generally no one wanted to approach and provoke him.

“Is he a celebrity?” “Is he secretly dating his lover?” “Is he going to be exposed again?” “His mask fell off just now and he looked so good!”

……

It was so noisy. Ye Shiyi drooped his eyelids. He didn't like crowds of people, especially when there were crowds of people but no melons to eat. He didn't know what the point of gathering was.

Speaking of which, it’s all Bourbon’s fault!

His spiritual food was squeezed out by this guy, and he even spread rumors about him. Lei is a brain-damaged guy who still pollutes his mind.

He urgently needs an interaction between Vermouth and Gin to refresh his eyes, waiting online!

Noticing that the young master seemed to be moving towards him, Scotland subconsciously reached out to help him block the flow of people. The man naturally drank his Coke leisurely, leaving the storm to himself.

Are you treating yourself as a bodyguard?

Scotland didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The young master's habits were exactly the same as those of a ragdoll cat. Apart from his appearance, he had nothing in common with a fairy. He usually ignored you, and would only condescend to let you sit next to him when he needed you.

As human beings, we should just forgive him. After all, what bad intentions can a cat have?

The cat has a lot of bad intentions in mind.

Iori Yamuro has no interest in this movie. As for why he brought it up, it's because this gentleman hates being called a pirate.

There is nothing wrong with a gentleman of Ansa blood saying that he is a descendant of pirates. Vermouth put forward this point of view, and Iori Yemuro kept mentioning it.

The angry gentleman threatened to kill him with the Black Pearl.

Thinking of this, Ye Shiyi suddenly laughed out loud. Captain Jack on the screen was teasing the British guards.

Scotland had been silently paying attention to Tokaj's reaction. The latter took off his mask and showed off his popcorn. The dim environment of the theater made it difficult to see clearly. He only saw that he suddenly laughed and stared at the screen with everyone else, but he keenly noticed that this man was not paying attention to the funny plot.

Feeling a little unhappy for some reason, he suddenly started talking, "I remember the pirate gangs were supposed to be Anglo-Saxons, right?"

"..."

Ye Shimu Iori froze for a moment, his intuition telling him that he shouldn't continue this topic, so he stuffed a mouthful of popcorn into Scotland's mouth, "What? I don't know that yet, I just like this actor very much."

"Really? I thought you would be interested in this. I've heard some rumors about it before." Scotland said. He could see that the young master was deliberately avoiding him. He was obviously thinking about someone else just now, but he refused to say it out loud.

That's very cunning, gentleman.

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Getting into Bourbon's car was no different from being tortured, Gin thought.

I should have brought vodka.

He didn't fool Tokaj. He took Bourbon away because of the mission. They had to negotiate with the Japanese mafia. There was originally another candidate, but unfortunately Lei was mentally ill. They were afraid that Lei would say something nonsense, so they had to replace him temporarily.

The meeting was nominally held to celebrate the Golden Dog Group's daughter's birthday, but in reality it was about the recent influx of people with special abilities from outside the world. For this reason, the Golden Dog Group's boss set an example and persuaded the Yokohama Port Mafia to join in. Yokohama is now the world of people with special abilities.

From this perspective, the purpose of the two parties is very subtle. They were unsure for a moment. Gin brought the partially modified Irish whiskey, while the latter was playing with the parts on his left arm in the back seat - that was the jammer that was almost necessary for the modified person to pass the security check.

He targeted the eldest lady of the Golden Dog Group, Rie Watanabe, who was going to attend and selected the candidates. Most of her predecessors had blonde hair.

Therefore, Gin urgently needs a pretty boy. Although Bourbon is not white enough, a black-faced one is almost the same. He has unconditional trust in Bourbon's ability to please girls, so an intelligence officer is particularly suitable at this time.

"Of course I have no objection, I'm just afraid that he'll be jealous." Bourbon replied readily, "He even gets angry when he sees me working in a bar."

In a sense, it's right to be angry because of this.

Gin snorted coldly. At present, Tokaj's reaction seemed more like he was in his rebellious period and deliberately found a so-called boyfriend to irritate him. There was also the gentleman-like modified person mentioned by Ireland. As for Bourbon, he did doubt the purpose of this person approaching Tokaj.

But they couldn't find his flaws for the time being. The intelligence team had leaked Tokaj's information before, and the organization's researchers have always been regarded as precious strategic resources, so they are highly confidential. If it wasn't Rum's personal instruction, he must be an undercover.

If it were a mouse, he would just be reduced to dust like that pirate gentleman.

"Show me what you're capable of and let me see how you make him fall in love with you." Gin raised the brim of his hat, revealing his cold green eyes.

"It's not an infatuation." Bourbon corrected him sternly, blushing almost like a bubble of pink, "We are in love with each other."

He was almost unable to hold back after hearing these words, but he still had to maintain his character in front of Gin.

The Irish Whiskey who was playing with spare parts in the back row couldn't help but secretly glance at the murderous Gin, and then looked at the Bourbon who was still smiling with amorous feelings.

Man, you are really brave!

"You'd better." The silver-haired killer said coldly, his dark green eyes revealing a hint of murderous intent.

In such a depressing warning from the Silver Haired Killer, Bourbon was still able to create love bubbles without any impact, and Irish whiskey was in awe.

A true warrior dares to face Gin's murderous aura.