The Split-Actress in Conan's World

Vodka unlocked the door and Glenfiddich walked around to the other side of the back seat and got in.

"There has been little activity these days, and the police seem to have smelled something fishy and are paying close attention to the bomber. They have deliberately created a lot of public opinion, as if they were trying to intimidate me."

He smoothed his hair to prevent it from getting caught and closed the car door.

Vodka turned his head to look at him, then looked at Gin. After hesitating for a while, he bent down, took out a bottle of water and handed it to him.

Glenfiddich took it, but didn't drink it and put it aside.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he vaguely heard a "chuckle", very light, so light that it seemed non-existent.

He turned his head to look at Gin, but saw that he was still scrolling through his phone.

So he came over and watched together.

"The international thief 'Black Cat' challenges Kaito Kidd..."

Gin put away his cell phone, took out his beloved Beretta from his pocket, put the muzzle of the gun to Glenfiddich's forehead, and quickly unlocked the safety.

"Don't be anxious. It's understandable that you read some gossip after work. It's understandable." Glenfiddich stepped back, but from his tone, he probably didn't take his threat seriously.

"Vodka, drive." Gin put the gun back and didn't respond. He already knew what kind of guy this guy was like. As long as he didn't respond to him, he wouldn't get himself into trouble.

Vodka started the engine honestly.

Glenfiddich shrugged and didn't force any further argument. He wasn't that bored.

"So what is this operation again? Are we the only ones involved?"

"Rum found the smuggler who helped the FBI smuggle people. His subordinates have checked the location and the intelligence is fine. There is a batch of large transport equipment that needs to be destroyed. We must ensure that it is completely destroyed and no accidents can happen. So I asked you to follow along."

After a pause, he continued, "You are a non-staff member. You don't need to apply to cooperate with the transfer of the action team, and I have notified you in advance."

"Okay." Grenfiddich nodded, "So it's an eradication operation."

"It's a stealth operation. We need to avoid making too much noise and alerting people to our presence. It would be best if we could create the illusion that the facility is aging."

Gin was silent for a moment, and suddenly thought of a good description, "Just like last time."

The main purpose of their trip is to clean up the human traffickers and the fundamental purpose is to slow down the FBI's main force transport to Japan. If they do it too obviously and make the FBI feel overly urgent, and choose to directly face diplomatic pressure, put pressure on the Japanese authorities, and enter the country in large numbers through abnormal channels, then the gains will outweigh the losses.

It is better to make them feel troubled but not to the point of breaking off relations, like boiling a frog in warm water.

There is no need to keep it secret for long, as long as they don't notice it within half a month.

Before that action is completed.

"Sneak in? Looking for me?" Grenfidi's expression was a little strange.

"Why not ask Vermouth? She should be better at this."

Gin took out a cigarette from his pocket, squeezed out a cigarette, touched the filter, thought about it, and put it back.

"The FBI has been keeping a close eye on her during this period. If they are noticed, they can just declare the operation a failure."

This is true.

"Tell me about the action plan." Glenfiddich said in a deep voice.

Gin raised his eyebrows and turned his head slightly to look at him. Grinfiddie always felt that there was a strange offense in his eyes.

"There is no such thing."

Gin leaned forward, fumbled around in the passenger seat for a while, took out a small black briefcase, pulled out a stack of papers from it and threw it over.

"You just set the location for the bomb and wait outside."

The stack of papers turned out to be an architectural design drawing, which seemed to be the destination of this operation.

"......" Gryffindy held the stack of papers and was speechless for a moment.

This operation requires going to the Shikoku region, so of course it is impossible to drive there relying on Gin's Porsche 356A.

Rum had already made arrangements. They needed to drive to Tokyo Bay, take the organized ferry route, follow the coastline of the main island, and arrive in Shikoku at night.

Although the organization's ships are equipped with radar-invisible coatings, they choose to operate at night in order to not attract attention.

While on the boat, Gin found a room to rest for a while, while Vodka was left on the deck to help keep watch.

Glenfiddich was not sleepy, so he stayed and took some time to look at the bag of architectural drawings that Gin had given him before. Inside was some printed paper information, which was used to facilitate viewing and prevent unnecessary errors in the circulation of information.

The target is a villa on the edge of Shikoku. It seems to have been called "Lavender Villa". It is said that it got its name because it was full of lavender and was often filled with the fragrance of flowers.

The original owner of this villa was a wealthy local family. A few months ago, something happened in his family. His daughter was murdered, and all the servants in the house were dismissed. His company also suffered a great blow and has been in decline since then.

This villa was where the rich man's daughter died. After the incident, the rich man moved out and never lived there again, nor did he take care of it, causing the lavender in the garden to wither.

Logically, the result should be that the villa was sold, but the rich man made it clear that he would not sell the villa and decided to rent it out instead.

The target of their trip this time was the person who took over.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. As one of the most remote regions in Japan, Shikoku is difficult to supervise, but it is also very suitable as a transit point for espionage activities.

Leasing can also avoid land tax inspections, thereby reducing the probability of exposure. It is also reasonable for the villa circle to have its own dock, which can conceal the smuggling work of human traffickers.

FBI agents only need to cross the high seas and rely on human traffickers to pick them up in remote areas to avoid leaving any records in the open and enter the country secretly.

His task was to determine where the bomb should be placed and destroy the hideout in Lavender Villa together with the dock which was a key node, while trying to make the scene look like a spark explosion caused by aging facilities.

As for how to deal with the people inside, he doesn't need to worry about it, that is Gin's job.

However, only the approximate explosion point can be determined on paper. Specific fine-tuning still needs to be done on site to check the situation, taking into account structural aging and illegal modifications, in order to finally get the most accurate positioning.

Of course, we have to wait until Gin finishes his work and clears the scene.

Glenfiddich put away the printed information and had a rough idea in his mind.

Then he turned around and saw Vodka standing at the front of the deck, with his feet apart and his hands open, feeling the salty and wet sea breeze, the whole figure formed a "big" shape.

He couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Shinji......

I don't know how Gin can stand this guy. I guess the only thing left for him is loyalty.

It was already 4:30 in the morning when the boat docked.

Vodka ran to the room and knocked on the door to wake up Gin, while Glenfiddich checked the bombs and guns on his body, and after making sure that they were safe, he got off the boat before them.

Although the Shikoku region is remote, it also has organized forces and supports a small-scale underworld family in the local area, so there are people at the port to support and provide help.

Glenfiddich ignored them. These people were mainly working for Gin and the others. He was not the main force in this operation, so there was nothing wrong with getting off the ship early and acting alone. As long as he arrived in time after they finished, it would be fine.

It would be more appropriate to call Shikoku a town rather than a city.

It is somewhat biased to say that everywhere except Tokyo is a countryside, but at least Shikoku is definitely not unfair. Asphalt roads are very rare, and even cement roads are not completely common, and they are full of potholes. I don't know how long they have been used.

Greening and the like rely purely on natural growth, and the growth of strange and bizarre plants can be described as wild.

After Grenfiddich called away the gangsters who were supposed to support him, they wisely did not follow him. They just gave him a phone and told him that he could call them at any time if he needed anything.

He has a good impression of these people who have a strong sense of marginality.

Even though he is a person with no sense of boundaries.

On this country road so lonely that it could make a timid person panic, the moonlight is brighter than the street lights.

I don't know why, but a common feature of most rural areas around the world is that night and day come earlier, and people start and end their day earlier than in cities.

It was just around five o'clock now, and the sky was already faintly bright. Occasionally, diligent people passed by on this shabby road. The expressions on their faces were different. Glenfiddich observed them curiously and it was not boring at all.

The place where their ferry docked was more like a "pier hotel" than a pier.

The people in the town do not rely on it for transportation or trade, but rather use it as a signboard, a symbol that they have not been abandoned by the times. People stop and walk here, sometimes staying to sleep for a night, then eating some seafood and fish that they are tired of, and rushing to the next stop in their lives.

This "Dockside Hotel" is also the property of the organization. To be more precise, it is the property of a mafia family supported by the organization.

Of course, there is no difference in saying this.

Just as he was thinking about all sorts of things, the phone in his inner pocket suddenly vibrated. He knew without looking that it was a message from Gin, reminding him that the action had already begun and not to run around and miss the opportunity.

He had no intention of replying. After all, he obviously would not obey him obediently, and Gin obviously knew this, so he just sent a message as a routine gesture. The two of them just went through the process without saying anything.

Anyway, Glenfiddich will not act recklessly when it comes to doing things. He and Gin have known each other for so many years, and all the frictions, big and small, occurred during the missions.

It is impossible that only friction occurred during these times.

Just as he knew that no matter what goal he faced, Gin would never fail, Gin also knew that no matter how weird the process was, Glenfiddich would get the job done in the end.

Vodka and Ireland understand this very well.

After all, every time their eldest brother went on a mission, they were the ones who wrote the mission report.

To write those strange task processes into a normal state requires a lot of literary attainments.