Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

The soundproofing of Kuroda Heibei's office was really bad. The crisp sound of the gunshot was like a lightning that cut through the sky, instantly attracting the attention of other people on the same floor. Unfortunately, they didn't have time to rush here to help.

The moment Cointreau stepped into Kuroda Heibei's office, everyone in the building, from top to bottom, received a chilling bomb notification at the same time.

At this moment, the two men were facing each other with guns raised. Even in this small office, they could clearly perceive that the outside world had fallen into chaos. There were noisy footsteps and people shouting in fear in the corridor, as if the end of the world had come.

Even Cointreau vaguely heard some conversations between people.

Someone shouted anxiously, "Did Officer Lin manage to escape?" Someone else asked in a hoarse voice, "Have all the superiors received the message?" Another voice responded confidently, "This was a notification personally initiated by Superintendent Kuroda. There is absolutely no way it could be wrong!"

Kuroda Heibei held the pistol tightly with both hands, pointed the black muzzle straight at Jundu and said, "You did this!"

Cointreau, however, looked calm and composed, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He said in an extremely relaxed tone: "It's obvious."

As if he had seen through the nervousness deep in Kurodabei's heart, Jundu went on to comfort him, "Don't worry, I don't really plan to do anything out of the ordinary."

Although he said it so lightly, there was no sign of him putting down the gun in his hand. "What can I do for you, Mr. Hollands?"

Kuroda Heibei narrowed his eyes, staring closely at Jundu in front of him, and asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency did not come here specifically to exchange feelings with me, did you?"

Jundu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, and responded: "Of course not."

Then, he crossed his arms and continued in a condescending manner: "I came here this time just to ask a small question. However, it seems that you have many doubts in your mind. How about this, let's play a question-and-answer game? Each of us can answer questions in turn."

After saying that, Jundu turned his wrist nonchalantly, and the black muzzle of the gun in his hand swayed casually, as if it was not a deadly weapon, but an insignificant toy.

Unlike Jundu's ease, Kuroda Bei did not dare to be careless at all.

The unforgettable experience more than ten years ago gave him a very deep understanding of the terrifying martial power possessed by Hollands.

Especially since the person in front of us was able to brutally kill an MI6 agent and still get away with it safely and is still alive today, his level of danger should not be underestimated!

If Jundu could hear what Kuroda Hei was thinking at this moment, he would probably roll his eyes to the sky.

Both of them knew that Cointreau must have a trick up his sleeve, but Kuroda Heibei did not know what his trump card was.

"Have you thought it through?" Jundu blew at the muzzle of the gun. "You don't have much time. If the people from the Explosives Team come, I won't be too polite."

The Explosives Disposal Team's headquarters is some distance away from the Metropolitan Police Department, but they can still get there quickly by car. However, since Jundu dared to mention it, it means he has a way to stop them.

"Have you thought it through?" Jun Du urged again, "My patience is limited. Didn't you know this more than a decade ago?"