Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Long time no see, Gin!" A hearty voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence. However, the response to this voice was the sharp whistling sound of bullets cutting through the air.

Gin's face was grim, and he held the Beretta pistol in his hand, pointing the muzzle straight at the source of the sound. "Shut up, who do you think you are? You dare to talk to me in this tone. Or do you think that I am afraid of you and dare not do anything to you just because you become Rum's new lover?"

"Don't use the word 'new love', it's disgusting." The people from Martell didn't seem to be afraid of Gin's threat. Instead, they showed a helpless smile on their faces and teased, "I'm just concerned about you. After all, you've lost a capable subordinate, and you should be very busy. So, I thought of saying hello when I saw you in the base."

There was the sound of bullets breaking through the air again. This time, a piece of glass behind Martell shattered instantly, turning into countless tiny fragments that scattered all over the ground.

"Shut up!"

"Don't worry about my affairs, you should take care of yourself." Gin sneered, "It's hard to climb up, be careful not to fall down."

"Are you reminding yourself, Gin?" Martell refused to give in. "How many traitors have come out of your hands? Are you particularly sensitive, or is the action team the favorite place for rats, or - are you the leader of the traitors?"

Gin was about to shoot when a pair of hands grabbed the gun: "Ah, what's going on? It's so tense. Martell? Rum is looking for you everywhere. He said there is a task for you to complete on behalf of Bourbon. Why don't you go?"

Vermouth smiled sweetly, but her words made Martell very angry.

Replace Bourbon? What do you mean replace Bourbon! He is better than Bourbon!

However, Martell couldn't be angry at this moment, because the two people in front of him were the chief of the action team and the most beloved woman of that gentleman.

If there was only Gin, he could still rely on the fact that he was under Rum and not take him seriously, but if the latter was added...

"Yes, after all, it is Lord Rum's order. I'll go right away." Martell almost bit his white teeth to pieces. He squeezed out these words viciously and ran away angrily.

"You're here." Gin put away his gun.

"Well, Pisco is about to take action, isn't that what you meant? Make sure Pisco doesn't make any mistakes." Vermouth took a half step back, "After all, he hasn't been on a frontline mission for many years."

Gin glanced around and winked at Vermouth: "Have you dealt with the FBI's tail?"

"Hey, there are always a few FBI Kitties. Maybe one of them is your old acquaintance~"

"Who?"

"Rye"

"Oh, let Bourbon fight each other." Gin didn't care much, "What's the situation with Botrytis?"

"That gentleman is a new one, and no one in the organization has seen him." Vermouth smiled faintly, "He has been very important recently, and he was the mastermind behind several major cases abroad. He is a mysterious person, and I only heard about him recently."

Gin took out a cigarette and said nothing.

"Aren't you afraid that he will challenge your position?" Vermouth asked with a smile, "Your attitude towards Martell is not friendly."

"He can try it." Gin's voice was a little vague.

That gentleman was just using it as a means of checks and balances. He would be really stupid if he took it seriously.

"But Martell is really annoying." Gin confirmed one point.

"Compared to whom?"

"What do you think?"

The noble rot wine in question is a man with gentle features that make him look cowardly. He has black hair tied up neatly into a bun, with the strands of hair casually hanging on the sides of his ears. He has a distinct jawline and skin as white as porcelain, looking particularly fragile.

His light pink eyes were hollow and lifeless, but his former charm could still be seen through his long eyelashes.

But apart from this special eye color, his face is ordinary and he would be an invisible person in a crowd.

At this moment, he was standing behind a centenarian, pushing the wheelchair diligently and responsibly around various obstacles, and his out-of-focus eyes did not become a burden.

"Oh!"

As he passed each obstacle, various sound effects were activated one by one, the last of which was the rustling sound of fire mixed with the crackling sound of explosions.

The man pushed the wheelchair at the same speed, his expression remained indifferent. After pushing the wheelchair to the destination, he stopped and said, "Sir."

"Well done, come to me." The centenarian, Uramaru Renya, said in a gentle voice.

Noble Rot Wine walked to the wheelchair, squatted down, and looked up at Karasuma Renya.

Karasuma Renya's fingers, like dry branches, gently brushed over the bridge of the nose and cheek of the noble rot wine, and finally stopped at the corner of the eye: "Your eyes are most like his, more like your grandfather's."

"It's a pity that my eyes are not the same color." The noble rot wine replied, "Otherwise, you would be even happier."

Karasuma Renya motioned for him to stand up: "Maybe. Your abilities are most similar to his. I am very happy with your achievements this year. However, you have been away for too long. Now that you are back, you should stay by my side from now on."

The empty eyes of the noble rot wine looked at the cloudy eyes of Karasuma Renye: "You want your great-grandfather to be with you, but I am not your great-grandfather."

His answer was so bold that all the mute slaves couldn't help but gasp. Although they knew that this noble rot wine was the most favored one and their daily exchanges were often offensive, this was the first time that such sharp words were spoken.

Karasuma Renya seemed to be stunned, or as if he was lost in some unknown memory.

During the long silence, everything around could be heard clearly; even the mute slaves present heard the slight rustling sound of dust falling to the ground.

"Do you want to go out and explore?" asked Karasuma Renye.

The noble rot wines nodded affirmatively.

Karasuma Renya nodded: "Okay, but, next year... okay, don't look at me like that, the year after next, okay, the year after next, just stay with me, I will give you everything you want, okay?"

Noble Rot Wine Think for a moment.

"Okay, stop making trouble. I will be very weak starting next year, and I need you to accompany me." Karasuma Renya almost revealed the truth.

The noble rot wine didn't dare to push too much, so it nodded: "Okay, the year after next, then you have to give me the power to act freely this year, and don't send a bunch of people to follow me. The idiots who get in the way are the most annoying!"

"Okay, I promise you." Karasuma Renya said, "Then you have to promise me too."

"Of course. When have I ever broken my promise?" Noble Rot Wine raised his head proudly. This was the angle he figured out and Karasuma Renya's favorite.

Sure enough, the old man smiled with satisfaction and asked him to get the computer to enable all permissions, and transferred a sum of money to the noble rot wine. As for where the money finally went, it was unknown.

As long as you get the money, it's fine.

When leaving the mansion, looking at the slightly weird looks of the mute slaves, Noble Rot Wine smiled at them calmly, humming a little tune in a good mood and walked away.