Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Ha!" Gin laughed in anger, "I haven't heard such a request for a long time." He put the gun to the woman's forehead: "Do you think I will spare you because I admire your courage? Wishful thinking."

The anger in the female researcher's eyes did not diminish at all, and she even curled her lips into a smile: "No - I never thought I could survive today - but why don't you do it."

"As you wish." Gin grinned, his fingers gradually curled up, and just as he was about to pull the trigger -

"That's enough Gin. Sir summons you." Martell rushed in from outside. He was breathing rapidly and his hair was messy, as if he had been running for a long time. "Don't kill them. Sir ordered these people to be strictly guarded and let the intelligence team interrogate them."

Gin stood up, but the gun was still against the woman's forehead. He turned to look at Martell: "Sir's order?"

"Yes." Martell's expression was still solemn, without any trace of his usual frivolity. "The master asked you to contact him immediately."

Seeing that Gin didn't move, he seemed a little anxious: "The researchers have left it all for you, come back and continue the review, hurry up, the sir has an urgent order!"

Martell seemed to be particularly afraid of Karasuma Renya. Seeing him like this, Gin felt that Martell didn't dare to use the BOSS as an excuse, so he sneered at the woman, put away his gun and left.

The female researcher's heart dropped to the ground with a thump. The strength she had just shown seemed to disappear in an instant. She felt exhausted all over and wanted to lean against the wall to recover her strength, but she didn't dare to because another code member had arrived at the scene.

Martell glanced at the few people, wrinkled his nose at the two corpses with some disgust, and waved his hand to signal his men to take them all away: "Lock them in the gas chamber first, and wait for Gin's words."

Several men in black immediately and skillfully lifted the corpse and controlled the living people to leave the laboratory.

"Keep them all under guard. If Gin and that gentleman start to get into a fight, I won't be able to protect you!"

Martell ordered viciously, gritting his teeth in indignation, as if he wanted to cut Gin into pieces.

At the door of the gas chamber, a brown-skinned girl was arguing with the guard.

"They are my men, I have the right to know what happened!"

"Shirley, don't blame me for not reminding you. As a manager, you are also to blame for what happened to your subordinates. I advise you to go back and have a good rest, otherwise Gin will go crazy and not let you go." Martell walked out of the room leisurely and looked at Shirley mockingly, "Do you think your backer is still there? Gin is getting crazier and crazier, and you are not afraid at all?"

Shirley clenched her hands and stared at him fiercely: "I asked Gin to say this to me."

"Stupid." Martell raised his chin slightly, his face full of pride, "You really want to go in and take a look? What's the point of going in? Gin is determined to kill them. Who can stop him except you? Oh - I remember."

He put his hands behind his back and walked around Shirley. "Cointreau - the legendary favorite child of that gentleman - as trusted as Vermouth - you don't think you rely on him, do you?"

Shirley gritted her teeth and said, "I never thought of relying on anyone! Cointreau is like this! So are you! Martell, if you hold a grudge against me because I rejected your cooperation before, then you are too naive!"

“Hahahahahaha, I don’t rely on anyone. What a great way to not rely on anyone!” Martell laughed like a madman. “What a hypocritical woman. What a hypocritical statement. Hahahaha——”

"Okay, I want to see how you can rely on no one." Martell stopped laughing, his face darkened instantly, "I'm waiting to see your end - my final order is to keep a close eye on them and don't allow anyone to enter!"

He walked away with his hands behind his back, and the hem of his clothes swept across Shirley's cheek. She couldn't avoid it and was scratched painfully.

"I'm sorry, Shirley, I dare not let you in without Martell's order." One of the men in black explained, "Please don't embarrass me."

Shirley glared at them fiercely and turned to go somewhere else.

There was no one in Brandy's office, so Shirley came back empty-handed and had no choice but to go back and think of another solution.

"Eh eh eh——"

Hearing someone shouting loudly, Shirley subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. It was a young man with red hair, also wearing a white coat. He should be one of the researchers. When he saw Shirley stop, he quickly continued, "Yes, yes, it's you. Do you know where Brandy's office is?"

Anyone who dares to call Brandy by his code name should also be a code name member.

Is he a new transfer or a new appointment? I don't remember meeting him.

Shirley thought about it and slightly moved aside to make way.

"Here?" Red Hair walked closer and looked inside. "No one is here... Then do you know where 308 is? It's like a maze here, I can't find the way."

"Room 308 is on the third floor, and this is the first floor." Shirley replied, "I don't know either, ask someone else."

"Don't go—" Redhead stopped her and subconsciously grabbed Shirley's hand, but Shirley shook him off. Then he scratched his head in dismay, "This is the first floor, so the elevator I'm taking is fake?"

Shirley's expression was gloomy and unclear: "It's not fake, this is a maze - is this your first time here?"

"Yes, they told me to report here, so I came." The red-haired man smiled brightly, "Someone said that the treatment here is very good, the monthly salary subsidy is very high, and the allowance is never deducted. The colleagues are very kind, the equipment is excellent, the resources are sufficient, and the food, clothing, housing and transportation are all reimbursed - compared to the treatment I received as a doctoral student, this is simply heaven! Oh, by the way, my name is William, I am of German and Japanese descent, what about you?"

"Shirley." Miyano Shiho said simply, "Come with me, I'll show you the way."

"Okay, you're so nice." The red-haired man followed Miyano Shiho with a smile, "The names of the people in your company are so weird, sometimes Brandy, sometimes Cointreau, even you are called Shirley, should I also give myself a nickname?"

Miyano Shiho's eyes flashed: "It's up to you. What is your research direction?"

"This... I can't tell you..." Red Hair was vague, "But... since you asked, I'll tell you roughly. I found a virus that can inhibit cell proliferation, and now I want to extract that specific substance."

Miyano Shiho nodded: "Well, good luck."

As they approached the gas chamber, the red-haired man looked at the black-clad men guarding the gas chamber inquiringly: "Are these... all bodyguards?"

"Well, who invited you, Brandy?" Shirley stopped.

Redhead stopped with some confusion: "No, it was Jundu who asked me to come."

Shirley's pupils suddenly shrank, and her throat tightened: "So that's how it is - I don't remember the rest of the way. They are more familiar with the environment here than I am. You can let them lead the way."

"Is that so? Well then, thank you, Shirley." There was no displeasure on the red-haired man's face. He smiled and waved to Shirley.

Shirley pretended to be calm and turned away, not noticing that the smile on Red Hair's lips was getting colder.