Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Outside the Polo Cafe, another luxury car was parked outside.

A beautifully dressed couple got out of the car.

The man has a 3:7 parted hair, while the woman has big wavy hair. Their facial features are very delicate, and they look very well matched.

I gently pushed the door open and it made a ding-dong sound.

"Mr. Amuro! We have a guest."

Azusa Enomoto came to them enthusiastically, picked up the notebook, and asked gently, "Excuse me, what would you like to eat?"

"Two specialty sandwiches, two cups of coffee, and seven parts sugar."

"Then, ask Mr. Amuro to come over first and tell him that I am his friend and I have something to ask him."

The man spoke to Enomoto Azusa in a gentle tone.

"Mr. Amuro! Two of your good-looking friends are here to see you!"

Azusa Enomoto looked back and called out, her eyes clear.

"Don't worry, let him make us a meal first." The woman next to him touched her stomach and smiled embarrassedly: "We are a little hungry."

"All right!"

Bourbon narrowed his eyes and looked at the two strange guests behind him.

The man took off his beard and sunglasses, and looked at him with his sharp and bright eyes. Soon, Bourbon smiled.

She put on an apron and cooked, deliberately leaning sideways to show them her superior knife skills and excellent cooking techniques.

The man stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked towards Bourbon.

Putting a hand on his shoulder, he said, "Is it okay for you to come and learn some techniques?"

"Why would I mind the team leader's request?" Bourbon smiled faintly.

"First, use this simple, ordinary ham, but try to choose one without any grease."

“Brush it with olive oil so it can have that rich flavor.”

Bourbon took out the miso: "This is for flavoring. Just a little bit is enough."

He slowly stirred the bowl of salad dressing: "The flavors of olive oil and salad dressing are a perfect match."

He put the lettuce into the hot water on the side.

"What is this step for?"

Bourbon patiently explained, "When you eat a sandwich, if the inside is cold, you will only feel the coldness and not the real flavor. Don't you have this experience?"

Baijiu shook his head: "Because Belmode has been cooking for me recently."

Baijiu asked, "Won't the food become soft if this happens?"

Bourbon took out the dish, broke it in half, and made a crisp sound: "The trick is to use hot water that is about the same temperature as bath water."

"And as long as you soak it in water first, the lettuce will still maintain its crisp texture even if it's sandwiched in bread for a while."

"The most important thing is the bread. The harder one is better." Bourbon held it high.

He opened the electric steamer next to him: "Touch the bread inside."

"Sure, Bourbon, soft."

Vermouth slowly leaned behind them and put his head on Baijiu's shoulder: "You are teaching the team leader about cooking experience, right?"

"Learn it well. Bourbon's cooking skills are very good. Once you've learned it well, make me one tonight."

Vermouth's hair is entangled with Baijiu's neck.

"Before making the sandwich, you need to steam it first so that the hard part of the bread will absorb the moisture."

“I see.” Vermouth supported her chin, “That’s why it can stay warm without being roasted.”

Bourbon scraped up two pieces of salad dressing with a blade and spread them on the bread.

Place the ham slices and lettuce on top of the bread. "However, the soft texture made in this way cannot be maintained for too long."

“So eating in the store is the best option.”

"We didn't plan to go out originally." Baijiu shrugged.

"Okay, mission accomplished."

After a while, he brought two steaming hot sandwiches and put them on the table: "Enjoy your meal, white wine, and Vermouth."

"Ms. Enomoto Azusa! We're out of butter and bread. Could you please go buy some? Thank you."

Bourbon said gently, clasping his hands together in gratitude.

"Okay, let's keep it the same as before, right?" Enomoto Azusa changed into casual clothes and carried her bag.

"Yes, be careful." Bourbon nodded.

Then, he changed his expression and asked comfortably.

"Excuse me, is there any reason why you two came to see me today?"

"Liquor team leader."

The two switched to normal voices.

Vermouth was the first to ask, "What happened? Is that guy dead or not?"

"It's a shame, that man."

"He really died forever at Laiye Cliff."

Vermouth covered her mouth and laughed, her hearty laughter echoing in the store.

All of them were filled with ridicule: "I told you, how could that Akai still be alive?"

"Yes." Bourbon smiled helplessly: "I really worked in vain."

"By the way, I forgot to ask you, how does it taste?"

Baijiu wiped his lips with a tissue and pointed to the empty plate: "Isn't this answer obvious?"

"But it's still a little bit short of Vermouth's cooking skills."

Baijiu winked at Bourbon, and he immediately understood.

Baijiu asked back, "But Bourbon, you went to see the FBI yesterday and made a big scene. Aren't you afraid of being suspected?"

Bourbon pulled out a chair and sat down: "No matter how suspicious they are, they won't attack me as long as they don't have evidence."

He said confidently: "This is all within my expectations."

Baijiu played with her hair back, "But it would be better if you try to avoid acting on your own."

Vermouth crossed her legs and added, "The fact that there are rats in the organization has been regarded as a problem by Gin."

She raised her finger. "The man named Hondou a few years ago, Akai from the FBI, and that man is the third one."

"You still remember, right? He was the undercover agent sent by the police."

"He was executed before he could tell his name. I remember his code name was—"

"Whiskey, that's right."

Bourbon's tone was very calm, but Baijiu soon noticed something was wrong. His body was shaking slightly, and the sound of teeth grinding could be vaguely heard.

There seems to be something else behind this matter.

Why did Bourbon react so strongly to the Public Security traitors.

Baijiu became somewhat interested. After all, Bourbon's actions, practices, and words all hinted that he had one.

Strong patriotism.

"But, Bourbon, are you sure you didn't do other tasks privately?" Baijiu's expression became serious and he looked into his eyes.

Baijiu questioned, "You shouldn't have privately investigated other things recently, right?"

"Conduct an investigation? Investigate what?" Bourbon frowned slightly, a little surprised.

"If I knew, I wouldn't say these words."

Baijiu crossed his arms on the table and stared at him.

"That's true." Bourbon breathed a sigh of relief.

Vermouth warned: "But you have to know when to stop."

"Because you are now being targeted by a tough guy."

Bourbon said coldly: "Who is that difficult guy you mentioned?"

"Gin."