Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

organizational base.

Cointreau sat on the treatment bed with his legs casually crossed, swaying slightly with his breathing. He twirled the Swiss Army knife in his hand boredly, watching Miyano Shiho busying around in a white coat, the coat's afterimage passing through the air.

"Shirley, I remember that you can't wear a white coat with your chest open, right? Shouldn't you button it up?"

Jundu's friendly reminder was met with a cold glance from Miyano Shiho: "Don't move. I just bandaged your wound. If it opens again, you can deal with it yourself."

Jundu snorted angrily: "How fierce! Don't you think about who I am protecting? Gin showed no mercy that time."

Miyano Shiho paused as she removed the syringe, and then smoothly drew out the light blue reagent.

"Turn around." Miyano Shiho held the needle in one hand and the alcohol cotton ball with tweezers in the other. "This shot will hurt a little, bear with it and don't move. Otherwise, if you pierce the artery, I won't take care of you."

Jundu tilted his head to the right as he was told, and felt a cool touch on his neck and the pungent smell of alcohol as it evaporated. Then, his neck hurt, and he subconsciously tensed his body, stretching his hands to resist uncontrollably.

It felt like there was a cut on his neck, and Jundu frowned uncomfortably.

"Don't move!" Miyano Shiho pulled out the needle. "Luckily I haven't stabbed you yet."

She took out a dry cotton ball to wipe the blood, then replaced the needle: "The new medicine from the organization is very effective in healing gunshot wounds. I don't have much here."

What I mean is, don't waste it.

"It's my fault." Jundu placed the saber on the bed and tried to support himself with his hands behind his back, but the gauze wrapped around his shoulder joints prevented him from doing so. So, he helplessly clasped his hands together in front of his lower abdomen, "It doesn't matter if you don't use this. You'll be fine tomorrow."

"I've already gotten the medicine again." Miyano Shiho said word by word, "You have to use it even if you don't need it."

"Okay, okay, I'll use it, I'll use it." Jun Du said repeatedly, "I'll try my best to restrain myself for a while, and you should be careful too. If you find something wrong, don't worry about me and get out of the way quickly. I'm afraid I'll hurt you by mistake."

Miyano Shiho silently disinfected him again, and then touched Cointreau's slightly cool skin with her warm fingers.

"This is very itchy, Shirley." Cointreau begged for mercy.

"Bear with it."

Cointreau: "You are so cold, Shirley. You were not like that just now."

"how?"

"You were clearly arguing for humanitarian reasons just now. You were very resistant to the use of drugs for interrogation. Why? It's clear that all you need to do is sign. You don't need to do anything else." Jundu looked at the white door, his eyes a little out of focus, "Why didn't you agree? Gin was pushing you so hard."

Miyano Shiho seemed to hear nothing and remained silent for a few seconds, then attached a soft object to Cointreau's neck: "Okay."

"Just treat them like the guinea pigs, like me." Cointreau reached out and held down the ball of cotton and jumped off the bed. "Don't feel any psychological burden. It's okay if you feel bad, but your body will suffer. How could a delicate researcher like you bear Gin's bullet?"

"So don't refute Gin. You don't have to put in any effort anyway." Cointreau's indifferent words aroused a trace of emotion in Miyano Shiho, and she looked at Cointreau coldly.

"Look." Cointreau smiled indifferently and twisted his neck. "I can't stay in the base all the time. I'm not vodka, so I'll be wherever gin is."

"Besides, there are more dangerous guys in the organization than just Gin." Cointreau picked up the saber and put it in his coat pocket. "No one in the organization is easy to deal with. Put away your useless sympathy. Shirley."

"You hated me at first, why are you helping me now?" Miyano Shiho asked him.

"Help you?" Jundu shook his clothes and said, "People change. Why are you so obsessed with this?"

"Besides, I'm not a good person. It's normal to be two-faced. And that gentleman values ​​the research team. I want to find someone in the research team to gain his attention and attention. It makes sense, doesn't it?" Jundu straightened his clothes and looked at Miyano Shiho's expression, hesitating to speak. He raised his hand to interrupt, "Okay, stop talking. Just listen to orders and don't bother with people and things that have nothing to do with you."

"If you want you and your sister to go down to see your parents earlier, just do the opposite."

Cointreau said this sarcastically and left.

He did not leave the base immediately, but went to the training ground instead.

Gin was indeed there.

He was standing in the shadow of the platform dressed in black. His black hat pulled his bangs very low, and the collar of his windbreaker was pulled very high. Cointreau couldn't even see his face. He could only see the orange-red flames flickering.

The people training under the platform are all kids who are thirteen or fourteen years old. It was probably because the police started to vigorously arrest human traffickers three years ago that the organization was temporarily short of fresh blood.

Under the respectful gazes of several instructors, Cointreau slowly walked up to the podium and gradually approached Gin.

Just when everyone thought that the two senior executives were going to exchange polite greetings, they punched each other at the same time.

This time, the two seemed to have no intention of showing mercy to each other and attacked the vital points with all their might.

Cointreau dodged sideways to avoid Gin's fierce punch, and at the same time took out his Swiss Army knife and stabbed Gin with his backhand. Gin was not far behind and took out his dagger.

The blades collided with each other with a sharp sound. The instructors on the platform had already run down, and the children below the platform stopped attacking each other and stared at the fight between the two men in a daze together with the instructors.

Both of them were from training camps. Gin, with his strong muscles, was always on the front line of killing, and his moves were sharp and ruthless. Cointreau was much thinner than Gin, but at this moment, this disadvantage was maximized by Cointreau. He avoided Gin's attacks by relying on his identity, and with his several lifetimes of practical experience, his moves were sophisticated and cunning, and he was very comfortable with it.

The situation was deadlocked for a long time.

One of the children was brave enough to ask the instructor: "Instructor, who do you think will win?"

The instructor didn't care about scolding at this moment, and nudged his colleague with his elbow: "Why are the adults suddenly fighting? Should we go and call for help?"

"You are looking for death." The instructor lowered his voice, "Codename members of the organization cannot attack other codename members at will. If we get out, will we still be alive?"

The two people on the stage were both very observant and attentive. They knew exactly what was going on in the audience, but neither of them expressed an opinion.

In a flash, Gin suddenly flashed and kicked like lightning, kicking straight at the blade in Jundu's hand.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the knife in Cointreau's hand instantly broke into two pieces. Cointreau's reaction was also extremely fast. He quickly reached into his arms and took out three silver needles that shone with cold light. Taking advantage of the gap between Gin's moves, he flicked his wrist, and the three silver needles rushed towards Gin like a meteor chasing the moon. At the same time, Cointreau quietly took out an extremely sharp blade with his other hand and slashed it towards the base of Gin's right hand at lightning speed.

However, although Jundu acted ruthlessly, he himself could not escape unscathed.

As he attacked Gin, Gin suddenly threw a heavy punch, hitting Cointreau's abdomen solidly. Cointreau was immediately hit hard, and his body fell backwards involuntarily, and he coughed continuously.

Gin stopped attacking and pulled out the silver needle quickly, but he felt his arm was weak, and Cointreau sat down on the ground.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to continue the fight.

Gin walked up to Cointreau, a huge shadow looming over him: "What did you do?"

"It's nothing. It will be fine in a while." Jundu supported himself on the ground with his hands and stood up, but the injury on his shoulder turned his hot sweat into cold sweat.

"What are you looking at? Train yourself!" Gin coldly scolded the people in the audience who were looking at them eagerly. He felt very uncomfortable being treated like a monkey in a zoo, and his tone was also bad, "You don't want to live anymore, do you?"

Cointreau picked up the hat that had just fallen and handed it to Gin: "Why bother with them - your hat is really heavy, what did you put in it?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Gin glared at Jundu as if he was taking his anger out on him. The latter tilted his head, pursed his lips, and didn't retort in a very good-tempered manner.