Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

There is definitely no wife in wife cake, and there may not be a couple in husband and wife lung slices, but there are definitely black people in the black organization.

After the safe house was blown up with a loud bang, Lin Yucheng had to return to the dark and gloomy world among the black-clad men with no bright future in sight, all dressed in black.

Lin Yucheng was much calmer than before when he met Gin, who was dressed in black and had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Boy, when I followed that old man Karasuma Renya to build an empire, you were nowhere to be seen! ?

He didn't have time to hide the smug smile on his face, and Gin's question was already in front of him: "Why is the funding for the action team gone?"

All gone? How is that possible? I only used two-thirds at most. Isn't the remaining one-third enough for your gin fried osprey?

"Most of the Martells are leaving. The rest... humph!" Looking at Lin Yucheng's reaction, Gin sneered.

Lin Yucheng understood instantly, Oh, I get it, Gin also played with fireworks, and now he has no money, so he comes to ask adults for pocket money.

Live paycheck to paycheck, don’t spend ahead of time.

Lin Yucheng gave Gin a condemning look, his expression clearly saying, "There's really nothing I can do about you."

Gin:? ? ?

Lin Yucheng patted Gin's shoulder, letting the latter be disheveled in the wind. He waved his sleeves, not a single cloud was taken away.

Gin was left standing there, thinking about the purpose of his visit.

After a trip abroad, Cointreau finally went crazy?

Gin's anger subsided after being interrupted. After all, the responsibility did not lie with Cointreau. If anyone was to blame, it should be blamed on Martell, who had no ability to make money but was good at spending money.

So he threw away his clothes and went to find Martell to ask for an explanation.

Lin Yucheng's mission to the United States was an additional one. Although the completion rate was average, it still met Karasuma Renye's requirement that he would destroy it if he couldn't get it.

Wuwan Lianye was very sensible and didn't care too much. Lin Yucheng secretly said it was a pity. He had even prepared an excuse for failure. A lot of brain cells died! What a waste, what a waste.

Karasuma Renya waved his hand and asked him to leave.

After waving it once, Lin Yucheng did not move.

After waving twice, Lin Yucheng still didn't move.

Karasuma Renya:?

"Do you have anything else to report, good boy?" Karasuma Renya thought he was asking kindly, but he didn't know that even the most amiable voice would become weird after passing through a voice changer.

Lin Yucheng was so disgusted by the word "good boy" that he trembled three times.

Wu Wan Lian Ya misunderstood Lin Yucheng's actions and even thought that he had been wronged in the United States.

"What's wrong, kid? Did the mission go wrong?"

In the American territory, the mission is not going smoothly.

Vermouth has always spoiled Cointreau, and only rum dares to make Cointreau angry.

Lin Yucheng smiled and said, "I guess so. The operation team didn't have enough funds, so the mission was not going smoothly."

If Lin Yucheng still can't hear the hint from Uramaru Renye, then his memory of nearly a hundred years will be in vain. He decisively chose to divert the conflict to prevent Uramaru Renye from using him as an excuse to deal with Rum.

As for Martell, no one knows where this codenamed member came from, so if he is offended, then he will be fine. Just be careful and cautious.

"Is that so? I'll ask the finance department to allocate more money." Karasuma Renye readily agreed, "Anything else?"

The old man had made it clear, and Lin Yucheng couldn’t think of anything else: “No more.”

Karasuma Renya tiredly let him go.

After reporting on his work, Lin Yucheng suddenly felt free of debt, and even felt more comfortable seeing Vodka squatting furtively at the door of the action team's office.

and many more?

Who is squatting where?

Lin Yucheng paused, took a few steps back, and approached in disbelief: "Hey, Vodka, what is Brother Gin doing in there?"

"Ah, big brother is talking to Martell..." Vodka spoke faster than his brain. When he reacted and saw Lin Yucheng's face, he realized something was wrong.

"How do you know that big brother is in there? No, why are you here? Aren't you abroad?" Vodka deliberately lowered his voice, his face full of disbelief.

Lin Yucheng rolled his eyes. Everyone knows that you are Gin’s leg pendant that he carries with him wherever he goes.

"Don't worry about my business for now. What's going on inside, inside, inside?" Lin Yucheng squatted beside Vodka excitedly, pointing his finger at the entrance, "How long has Gin been in there?"

"It's been almost half an hour." Vodka was a little embarrassed.

"Half an hour?! Half an hour without any major movement?!" Lin Yucheng exclaimed, "Then hurry in, something has happened, something serious has happened, your brother Gin is in need of help to dismember, hide and dispose of the body!!!"

Vodka was even more confused. He opened his mouth wide and his sunglasses gradually slid down his nose.

Lin Yucheng quickly helped him push it up: It was a close call, the truth about what vodka's eyes look like was almost exposed!

"Vodka, you are famous now. You should pay attention to your image and don't let your elder brother down." Lin Yucheng patted Vodka's shoulder earnestly.

Vodka: Where is this going?

He didn't want to pay attention to Jundu anymore and chose to turn away in silence.

But on second thought, my brother had indeed stayed in there for a long time. According to his wisdom and bravery, he would definitely defeat the fund thief and expose his blatant act of stealing funds to the sun.

But why is there no movement?

Vodka was also a little panicked.

He had originally planned to go in to help his elder brother in five minutes, but Jundu suddenly appeared from nowhere.

With all this confusion, the five minutes were almost up.

So Vodka stood up and walked straight towards the door, not noticing Cointreau's half-step back.

With a "bang", the door was kicked open from the inside. Vodka couldn't dodge in time and a red spot appeared on his head.

"Vodka? What are you doing standing here like an idiot?" Gin looked impatient. He looked at Vodka who was covering his forehead, and Cointreau who was standing behind Vodka with a bright smile. His temples were throbbing.

"Get out of the way!" You could tell from the sound it was squeezed out from between the teeth.

Vodka stepped back subconsciously, and Gin walked out with a cold face. Behind him was a handsome young man: "Hey, isn't this Cointreau? Don't you recognize me? I held you in my arms when you were a child."

No, who are you? Have I seen you before?

"There really is such a handsome man in the world, and today I finally see him! Moreover, his whole demeanor doesn't seem like that of a subordinate of the boss's grandson, but a direct subordinate. No wonder the boss can't help but think of him every day. It's a pity that my brother has such a miserable life. Why did his guardian pass away?"

He wiped away the nonexistent tears with his fingers.

"This...god, mysterious brother, have I seen him before???" Lin Yucheng's pupils trembled.

A worthy opponent?! But brother, who are you? When did Martell change its player?

"Where have you seen this before?" Gin was puzzled, misunderstood, bewildered, and couldn't figure it out.

"Although I have never met you, I feel that you look familiar and I think of you as an old acquaintance." Martell's eyes were full of warmth and affection.

Gin felt a chill and pulled Vodka, who was in a state of confusion, away.

Jundu·Lin Yucheng·Erkangshou: Don’t leave!

"Stand here for a while. I'm going to buy some oranges." Lin Yucheng tried to persuade them to stay, but the two of them visibly sped up.

Martell approached with a smile, and Lin Yucheng stood still while trying to maintain his dignity.

"Hello, Cointreau. Nice to meet you. I'm Martell."

"…Hello."

Lin Yucheng: Not good at all!!!

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I changed my writing style. The completion rate and comments of the latest chapters are not high. I wonder if my writing skills have declined again.

Tomorrow's update will be a bit slow, the stupid author has been infected with a fever, now tears are streaming down my face and I can barely open my eyes.

I will correct the typos once I have recovered.