Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

It was an unfamiliar voice, at least it had never appeared in Lin Xiaochen's memory.

He turned around and saw the face of a young man in front of him. The man was wearing a mouse-gray suit and standing there upright, and he really had the aura of a public official.

"Sir, can I borrow a lighter?" Seeing Lin Xiaochen turning around and looking him up and down with strange eyes, the man couldn't remain silent, so he spoke again, "I left my lighter somewhere."

Lin Xiaochen crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes revealing impatience: "I don't have any either, go find someone else."

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze, no longer looked at the man, and walked away.

Zhu Fu Jingguang had already memorized the man's characteristics and was instructing his confidants to investigate. In the blink of an eye, Lin Xiaochen was seen staggering out of the port, and the "policeman" behind him stared at Lin Xiaochen's back for a long time and went in another direction.

Zhu Fujingguang gave orders to the police officers beside him without hesitation, asking them to disperse quickly and track down the target person. He picked up the bass bag full of sniper rifles and ran towards the direction where Lin Xiaochen left.

"Where are you going?" Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his voice and asked anxiously through the headset.

"Go to the bar." Lin Xiaochen's response was concise and clear. Then he added, "We can call the police now. Those containers are full of gunpowder!"

After saying this, he couldn't help but recall the pungent smell that lingered on his nose for a long time, and frowned tightly, "It seems that the organization is ready to fight to the death."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart tightened when he heard this, and he quickly reminded him: "Be careful and ensure your own safety!"

However, there was a brief silence on the other end of the headset, and Lin Xiaochen did not give any response.

He walked to a shop window on a commercial street as if nothing had happened and stopped. He seemed to be nonchalantly using the reflection of the glass to tidy up his hair which was messed up by the wind. But in fact, his strange-colored eyes were quietly scanning the passers-by behind and beside him with the corner of his eyes, not missing any suspicious signs.

"Cointreau, you actually like this kind of thing?" With the sound of light footsteps, a figure approached quietly. The man was wearing a black cap, with most of his golden hair showing from under the brim of the cap, but it was not so conspicuous against the dim sky.

Hearing this, Lin Xiaochen slowly lowered his raised arm and looked carefully at the window. When he had a clear look at the pink bear inside the window, he couldn't help but sneered and said, "Bourbon, take care of your own business first."

"Heh." Bourbon raised the corner of his mouth slightly, chuckled, then reached into his arms and began to explore.

After a while, he took out a package of information tightly wrapped in white letter paper, handed it to Lin Xiaochen and said, "It's what you want. However, for a job like this that requires no technical skills, let's find someone else to do it next time."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaochen looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Really? Aren't you enjoying it? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. There's no point in deliberately sending someone to test me, Bourbon."

After saying that, Lin Xiaochen took the information handed over by Bourbon and quickly put it into his pocket.

Then, Lin Xiaochen patted Bourbon on the shoulder and suggested with a smile: "How about going for a drink together? I can guarantee to arrange a task for you that you like."

However, Bourbon just shrugged and refused without hesitation: "Forget it. I would rather have dinner with a beautiful woman than drink."

"Heh." When Lin Xiaochen heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of danger was revealed in his eyes.

But just a moment later, he returned to his normal expression, ignored Bourbon, turned around and walked away.

At this time, Bourbon, who stayed where he was, slowly loosened his fist that had been tightly clenched in his pocket...

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"Sir, the target has entered the bar as planned." The member of the organization responsible for surveillance said in a low voice, not daring to take his eyes away from the door of the bar.

He carefully dialed the leader's number, and soon a young man's voice came from the other end of the line. His tone was brisk, as if with a hint of joy that was difficult to conceal: "Well, very good, keep watching, and be sure to find a way to delay time."

After saying that, the young man decisively hung up the phone.

Cointreau was currently standing on the roof of a tall building, looking sharply at the streets and bars below.

After confirming the progress of the mission, Jundu turned his head slightly and gave a look to the sniper not far away. The sniper understood, quickly picked up his equipment, and ran towards the sniper point that had been scheduled in the distance like an agile cheetah.

After the sniper was in position, Jundu picked up the communication device in his hand again, pressed a few buttons, and then said into the microphone: "Wei Que, are you ready?"

After a moment, Wei Que's slightly excited reply came from the headset: "Don't worry, everything is going according to plan, but... that kid from the Natsume family is not very honest. Are you really sure that there won't be any accidents if you do this?"

"Don't worry. If he's lucky this time, he won't be able to jump around for long." Jundu pronounced Natsume's fate indifferently, "Who is around you?"

"Search Section 1 and a few plainclothes police officers." Wei Que's voice was filled with dissatisfaction. "I don't know where they came from... I'm in the garden now... Let's not talk about it for now. If I talk on the phone for too long, people will be suspicious."

The call was then hung up. Cointreau put away his phone indifferently. When he was about to leave, his phone vibrated again.

Cointreau frowned and opened it, only to find that it was a message from Martell that was sent at a very inopportune time.

[I have successfully obtained the permission and support of Rum. 】

Cointreau made an impatient sound, quickly opened his email, and without hesitation sent an email to Bourbon from the Rum faction, informing him in detail about the specific details of the new mission.

Fifteen minutes ago, Martell shamelessly sent me a request for assistance.

[Cointreau, I noticed that you are in Beika Town right now. I hope you can help me complete this mission successfully - Martell]

In response to such a sudden and unnegotiable request, Cointreau simply chose to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear.

Perhaps because Cointreau had not responded for a long time, Martell seemed a little anxious and impatient.

So, about fifteen minutes later, he sent another message to Cointreau, the same one that Cointreau had just received.

Jundu cursed in his heart.

He really thinks he is a big shot. He even dares to use rum to put pressure on me. Does he really think he is a soft persimmon that can be bullied at will?

Thinking of this, Cointreau could not help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. Almost the next moment after seeing the news, he had thought of several ways for Martell to die.

In the eyes of Bourbon who was still standing on the street, Cointreau, who had just left to complete a mission, mercilessly threw all the tedious and complicated chores on his head in the next second.

There is no doubt that Cointreau has always disdained these trivial matters. He really cares about only one question: who did Martell see? Was it him, or the brother who carefully disguised himself as him?

Cointreau's bright eyes blinked, and his gaze was cast far away in the direction of the bar, as if he wanted to see through the layers of obstacles to see the secrets inside. After a short pause, he resolutely turned around and walked down the stairs slowly with light but firm steps.

When Cointreau's tall and slender figure appeared again on the bustling street, he had changed into a well-cut and fine-textured black suit. His eyes, originally as deep as a pool of water, now flashed with an icy and chilling light, which was chilling, but he lowered his eyes slightly, concealing seven or eight points of this sharpness.

He smiled lightly, took big strides, and walked towards the Metropolitan Police Department without hesitation, looking like a righteous policeman.