Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Has there been any major incidents around here?"

“So many police cars.”

Chianti parked the car next to the Porsche 356A.

She looked at the car with disgust.

Disgusting memories flooded my mind.

At least in the past month, she didn't want to take another step forward.

"Could it be that something happened to Vodka?"

"Who knows? Death is the best." Chianti pushed open the door.

"jingle."

Gin sat alone at the bar with a gloomy look on his face.

"Hello, your sherry."

"Just, you're here alone? Gin."

Cohen put the bag under the stage and leaned back.

"Can you see things that others can't see?"

Gin raised his dim eyes, looked around to the left and right with a chilling look, and stared at him.

"Cohen."

Gin let out a long breath through his nostrils and placed his hands on his knees. The backs of his two rough hands showed flashes of blood vessels and raised joints.

Chianti rested his chin on his hand and poked Cohen gently with his arm.

Covering her mouth, she whispered, "Stop talking. Can't you see that Gin is in a bad mood?"

"Besides, we don't have the upper hand for the whole day."

"We only eliminated 18 undercover agents."

"Not even half as much as the group that had vodka."

"One third of Gin alone."

"Bang!" Gin clenched his palms and slammed the table hard.

"Be quiet."

"............." The entire tavern suddenly fell silent.

"How many of you have not yet been cleared?"

Gin took out a cigarette from his pocket and slid the lighter.

He took a deep breath with profound meaning.

"About 40 left..." Chianti replied weakly.

"call."

"But! Gin, you can deduct 5% of this month's salary."

"As our punishment."

"We'll get it done tomorrow."

Chianti has a high emotional intelligence in the workplace. He is aggressive when he should be aggressive, and timid when he should be timid. Suppose he treats gin with the same attitude as usual.

Maybe he has been scolded harshly by now.

"No, if we reduce it further, you won't have much salary left. The organization just reduced it by 10% collectively."

"Du...Du Shao? 10%?"

Cohen, who always stuttered, became fluent in his speech.

"Why? Gin, Gin, Gin, Gin, Gin."

"Maybe they are storing a lot of munitions."

He flicked the ash off his cigarette, his face full of disdain.

"Is there going to be a war?"

"Who knows, but it has nothing to do with us."

"Let's eliminate the undercover first."

"10%...10%...I, I can't charge the game anymore."

"Shh!"

Gin raised his palm and suddenly cut towards Cohen's back.

"Click."

“Just this month.”

"The five social insurances, one housing fund and other benefits are all normal."

"Besides, I forgot to tell you."

"Because of your outstanding performance in killing Akai, our group will only be deducted 5% as an exception."

"But looking at the performance of you good-for-nothings, you really should deduct 50%." Gin said disdainfully, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"You're taking so long. It's not here yet."

Gin looked at his watch impatiently.

"Who are you waiting for? Gin."

"Vodka or?" Chianti asked tentatively.

"XYZ Cocktail." Gin took a deep puff of cigarette silently.

"Isn't he an important informant under Rum?"

"He's also an undercover agent? When did you find out?"

"I simply think he is, no reason is needed."

Chianti was stunned for a few seconds, then crossed his legs, "Aren't you afraid that Curacao will find out? Will you tell Rum?"

"I only told Vodka and didn't inform Curacao."

"I won't be like Rum, an idiot, and leave a mess behind."

"When he arrives later, proceed as usual."

Gin moved the envelope filled with bills towards Cohen.

"Yes!"

"Bartender, go make him a drink, just as I told you."

"clear....."

"squeak."

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

A handsome young man pushed the door and entered the bar. His trouser legs and body were soaked, with water stains dripping onto the floor.

He shook his wet hair, took off his coat, patted the water droplets on his cuffs, folded it, and put it on the seat beside him.

He said gracefully, "Oh, why is it suddenly raining outside? Neon's weather forecast is still as inaccurate as ever."

"I want the same thing as him."

"Thumbs up." Gin tapped the table with his fingers.

Cocktail understood what he meant immediately, and moved the thick stack of envelopes hidden in his arms in front of Gin, with his arms resting on the table.

He leaned forward and smiled intriguingly: "Don't you need to open it and check what's inside?"

"Humph, if it's false, you'll be dead."

Chianti added, tasting the wine with gusto.

"This is your reward."

Cohen put a wad of bills in front of the cocktail.

"Then I have to confirm it carefully."

He opened the envelope, flipped through the bills quickly, and counted the amount silently.

"as you like."

"Sir, your wine is ready."

"OK, so what's my next job?" He raised the cup and shook it.

"I have to know what the key points of my next job are."

Just as he was about to drink it all, that piercing cold voice came from his ear and he almost choked.

"You know, there's a rat lately."

"Have you heard about sneaking around the organization and doing some shady things?"

Gin turned his head and looked at him.

Cocktail swallowed, beads of sweat hung on his face, he looked a little flustered, half-raised his eyebrows, and replied.

"No, not really. I haven't heard of it."

"That's it..."

Seeing that Gin's attitude had relaxed a little, Cocktail added more.

"So the next task is to catch the rat?"

"Do not."

"I already have an idea of ​​who the mouse is."

Cocktail narrowed his eyes, forced a smile, and drank the wine in the glass with some hesitation.

"is it?"

"By the way, this wine is really delicious. Is it a cocktail?"

"It's rum."

Gin looked at him with a wicked smile.

"With Cointreau and a dash of lemon juice."

"It's a cocktail made to taste like XYZ."

"After this glass of wine, everything will be over."

Gin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at him intriguingly.

There was more anger and dissatisfaction towards Rum in his eyes.

Cocktail's eyes flickered, "Don't...don't joke around, Gin, we've been working together well, haven't we?"

"Why...why did it suddenly become like this?" Cocktail touched his head and smiled foolishly, put on his coat, and prepared to get up and leave.

"If... there is another job, then... please take care of me."

Cocktail was just about to grab the door handle when he came into close contact with Vodka who opened the door.

The vodka was like a huge rock, pressing down on the cocktail, unable to move. What about their lips? ! ! !

The originally serious and gloomy atmosphere suddenly became philosophical.

Gin and Cohen lowered their foreheads in silence.

Chianti became excited instead, showing a wicked smile, and took out his cell phone to take pictures secretly.

"Hey! Vodka! Be careful next time!"

Cocktail wiped his wet lips and pushed him aside with a look of disgust.

"My...my first kiss..."

“It’s gone!!!”

Vodka stared blankly ahead, as if he had lost his luster.

"This guy is mentally retarded. He didn't even kiss me."

Cocktail muttered to himself and pushed the door open and left.

"Ah...this is so boring." Chianti sighed helplessly.

"Vodka, did you do as I asked?"

"Don't worry, brother." Vodka patted his chest confidently.

outside the bar.

Cocktail ran wildly in the rain, took out the car keys, walked to the car, opened the door, and got in in a panic.

Looking back, eyes wide open, breathing heavily, "What happened to Gin? I didn't make him angry..."

He inserted the car key into the engine slot and paused for a moment.

Recalling Gin's whisper just now, he was a little hesitant.

I didn't know whether I should turn to the right and start the car.

"Gamble!"

He let out a long sigh and the car started smoothly.

No bombs greeted him.

Cocktail pulled out the seat belt beside him.

Put it into the card slot without hesitation.

"Haha, Gin, you really love playing pranks."

Cocktail pulled the handbrake.

"Peng!!!"

A flash of fire echoed through the silent city.

The cars around were honking their horns.

"Another explosion... But that place looks so familiar."

Baijiu stood at the open-air glass, staring at the fire not far away.

Was it Gin's fault?