Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"I'm also not interested in workaholics who can't take care of themselves." Amuro Toru retorted, the cup in his hand making a rattling sound.

How come this disgusting lemon slice looks exactly like the one in the gin glass?

If it wasn't added by Yin Jiu himself, Amuro Toru would have wanted to pour the whole cup of tea directly into the toilet, add two buckets of detergent, and flush it away together.

Gin immediately narrowed his eyes and the coldness on his body became stronger.

"Brother, does he still seem to be at odds with Bourbon?" Vodka took a sip of the black tea in the cup, looked at this and that, and then looked at Yin Jiu for help.

'It seems like there's a deep misunderstanding between them.'

"Don't worry, there's nothing that can't be solved with one meal." Yin Jiu also took a sip of tea, and blinked confidently, "If one meal doesn't work, then two meals will do."

The atmosphere quickly became cold and quiet during the friendly interaction between the two kings of curling. Amuro Toru just watched his silly roe deer and Vodka flirting with each other, and suddenly felt depressed.

No, how could his house be robbed when he was on guard against everything?

Could it be that this child's messy values ​​were instilled by vodka and gin? !

Gin, you have such deep thoughts!

Toru Amuro reassessed the danger level of the two bottles of liquor in his mind, and stood up inconspicuously to separate his silly roe deer from them.

"?" Yin Jiu tilted his head.

"There are a lot of dishes to cook tonight, come and help." Toru Amuro's face did not look very good. At this point he could only prepare for the worst.

The fake death plan, which he had originally planned to implement step by step, was now put at the forefront.

Yin Jiu followed Amuro Toru and quietly helped him clean the vegetables. Then he pressed the start button of the range hood to make sure that the range hood could cover the sound of the conversation. Then he spoke softly, "Brother Toru doesn't seem to like Kurosawa very much?"

More than just dislike?

Toru Amuro barely suppressed the urge to pull out his gun and rush out to fight. He cut the vegetables on the table into slices with hands faster than he usually did when cooking, and then threw them all into the iron pot.

"It's not that I don't like him. I met this Kurosawa before when I was working. All in all, he doesn't seem like a good person."

"He doesn't look like a good person," Yin Jiu nodded in agreement after listening to Toru Amuro's evaluation, "but he is serious about his work, works hard, and is very efficient. If you put aside his personality, this kind of person is definitely a companion who is worthy of appreciation and trust in the company."

"Did that Saburo tell you all this?" As Toru Amuro listened to Yin Jiu's comments, his fingertips trembled, and the unopened seasoning packet in his hand burst with a snap.

"Partly it is, and part of it is my own observation. Kurosawa does the most work and never complains about anything." Yin Jiu watched Bourbon throw the seasoning packet into the trash can as if nothing had happened, and considerately took out another bag from the refrigerator and handed it to him.

"Besides, seeing is believing. I have been in Japan for so long and I believe what I have seen, so brother Toru, please do not be so prejudiced against Kurosawa."

"Seeing is believing? Am I biased?" Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Toru Amuro was choked and speechless. He suspected that Yin Jiu had never seen Gin "working". What kind of magic potion did this insidious crow feed his silly roe deer?

For the first time, he felt such obvious favoritism from Yin Jiu, and the object of this favoritism was the murderous Gin in the organization.

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Gin and Vodka outside were unaware of the confusion and heartache that Toru Amuro was feeling.

Hearing the noise of work in the kitchen, Gin finally slowly lit a cigarette.

"Brother, Bourbon doesn't seem to know Glenfiddich's identity yet?" Vodka looked at Gin's face as he puffed out smoke and rubbed his fingers carefully.

"Hmph," Gin said nothing, but slowly blew out a puff of smoke. "Glenfiddich has always been very careful in his work. There's no need to ruin his plan. Just watch."

A big part of the reason why Glenfiddich was rumored to be the censor was its special detection mechanism. Normal undercover agents in organizations were simply unable to detect Glenfiddich's traps.

Presumably Glenfiddich also had some doubts about Bourbon, so he took this opportunity to use him and vodka to test the other party and examine Bourbon's ability at the same time.

"Humph." Gin thought he had seen through Yin Jiu's little trick. He put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and shook it. "He has been taking care of me for so long but I didn't realize my identity. It's a waste of resources to keep such a waste in the organization."

This perception was broken until the dish was served.

"I think the food cooked by Brother Tou is delicious, right?" Yin Jiu smiled and picked up a piece of beef and put it into Gin's bowl.

Vodka's mouth kept moving. He nodded subconsciously when he heard Yin Jiu's question. Halfway through nodding, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He swallowed the vegetables in his mouth and said reservedly and vaguely, "It's okay..."

“…” Gin also ate the beef in silence.

Maybe Bourbon does have some merit, at least he is a good cook.

Eating together is an effective activity that can bring people closer together. When Yin Jiu helped to take the plates to the kitchen, the atmosphere between the three members of the organization at the table was no longer so tense.

"Tell me, why are you interfering in my undercover mission?" Amuro Toru wiped his mouth with a napkin. There was nothing wrong with what he asked. Since Yin Jiu's poisoning mission was assigned to him, no other members of the organization should interfere during this period.

Especially since he was Rum's subordinate, but Gin directly contacted his target without saying hello to the other party.

No, Gin is not such a person who doesn't care about proportion, unless their targets are not the same person, but are highly related.

As Amuro Toru's thoughts raced, a sudden flash of inspiration came to his mind, and a name that he had deliberately ignored emerged in his mind.

"Your target is Yin Shuli?"

“...?” Gin’s mind went blank for a rare moment, and it took him a long time to fish out this person from the corner of his memory.

Gin: “…” Oh, it’s Macallan.

"She is indeed one of the organization's targets." Gin nodded slowly.

Bourbon: “…” I didn’t expect to get a positive answer from Gin. It felt a little unbelievable.

However, this instantly reminded Toru Amuro of the conversation he had with Yukiko Kudo that day.

After Yin Jiu's mother disappeared, their friend named Sharon suddenly passed away while investigating the other party.

If Yin Shuli himself was also the target of the organization, then all this would make sense. Amuro Toru secretly wrote down this information.

"In fact, the best way is to get rid of Yin Jiu directly. After all, her only son has passed away. I believe she will not continue to sit idly by." Gin said coldly, and a teasing smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You can think about it carefully. If you think it's too troublesome to drug her, now is a good opportunity to get rid of her."

Toru Amuro's fists slowly clenched, and looking at Gin's expression without a trace of joking, anger rose from the bottom of his heart again.