Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

The instructor was sweating profusely, looking at the silver-haired boy who was squirming on the ground and trying to stand up, full of disappointment.

Gin lit a cigarette, walked off the stage, and the door was opened by Vodka.

"Brother, everything is ready."

Gin took out his Beretta and shot the instructor: "Clean it up."

Vodka responded and found the silver-haired boy curled up on the ground: "This..."

Gin glanced at the silver-haired boy and said, "You're a piece of trash. Send someone to take you away."

Vodka responded and glanced at the boy on the ground with a little regret.

Anyone who is called by the eldest brother to test his physical skills must be the best in the base. It's a pity that he still didn't seize the opportunity. Those who are sent back will probably have a hard time in the future.

Gin and his companion walked to the gate of the base and were stopped by Chablis.

Chablis put a pack of cigarettes in Vodka's hand and said, "There's a gift from me in the old place. Go get it and have a look."

Vodka walked away in a daze.

Gin had a cigarette in his mouth and his voice was a little vague: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Smoke less, it's bad for your health. If he knew, he would definitely nag you." Chabli also stood aside with his arms folded.

Gin smiled and put out his cigarette: "Don't act like an elder in front of me."

"I'm leaving Tokyo." Chablis knew that Gin was not as easy to talk to as that man, so he chose to get straight to the point, "To be precise, I'm leaving Japan."

Gin said nothing, waiting for Chablis's next words.

"I was originally in the operations team, but was transferred to manage logistics a few years ago. Now they don't even want me to get involved in logistics." Chablis seemed to have a complaint, "That gentleman really loves me and wants me to retire."

"I'll tell you something. This base will be yours from now on. You just went to see it, right? What do you think?"

Gin leaned against the wall: "Vodka can probably bring back memories of childhood."

Chablis smiled and said, “I think you will feel it more deeply.”

Gin's face was gloomy for a moment, and he changed the subject: "I don't care about the personnel transfer. The gentleman asked me to be in charge, and I will take good care of it. Lord Chablis, do you have any other instructions?"

"Vodka's brain isn't as good as yours. I also know that his abilities are limited. I don't expect him to achieve much in the future." Chablis seemed to be lost in memories. "Come to think of it, you and he came out of the assessment together that year."

"Chablis." Gin interrupted him, "Vodka is my partner."

Chablis' smile became more genuine when he heard that. He wanted to pat Gin on the shoulder, but he pulled his hand back halfway into the air.

Vodka happened to come over at this moment with a notebook in his hand: "Brother, sir."

"This is the latest invention of the research team. Go back and study it yourself." Chablis patted Vodka on the back. "There are only three in total. One for that gentleman, one for Rum, and the rest is this. Don't waste it."

As he said this, he nodded to Gin and walked towards the depths of the base. His goal had been achieved, and he could put some worries aside, so his steps became lighter.

Gin still leaned against the wall without moving.

"Brother?" Vodka asked in a puzzled tone, "Where are we going now?"

"Go back to the safe house."

"Not going to complete the mission anymore?"

"You talk too much nonsense today."

……

Gin walked to the safe house, and Vodka, as his trusted partner, was qualified to follow Gin back to the safe house.

Vodka took out the key and wanted to help Gin open the door, but when the key was about to be inserted into the keyhole, Gin grabbed his wrist.

Gin put his finger on the keyhole and gently turned the loose disc. Every time the lock was locked, the disc would turn with it. The position after the lock was previously locked was not like this.

Someone has been here, and may even be still inside.

Gin took out the Beretta and motioned to Vodka to unlock it.

The door lock was opened silently. Gin kicked the door open and went in, then shot the person on the sofa.

The man was also very skilled. He turned his head to avoid the bullet when he heard the gunshot, but unfortunately he still grazed his cheek.

"Cointreau?" Vodka recognized the person on the sofa. "How...how did you get in? No, how did you find me here?"

"Get out." Gin ordered, holding up the Beretta.

Lin Yucheng had no intention of moving: "My safe house has been found again. I have nowhere to go, Zhen."

Gin frowned and gestured at Vodka with the corner of his eye.

Vodka received the signal: "Brother went back to check, how about Cointreau, you go to my safe house first, it has been peaceful there for several years."

"I don't want it." Lin Yucheng refused bluntly.

Vodka choked on his drink and roared in his heart, "Then what do you want to do?"

Gin's expression remained unchanged: "Go find the logistics yourself."

"Isn't Vodka in charge of logistics?" Lin Yucheng looked at Vodka.

Vodka looked surprised: "How did you know?"

Gin closed his eyes, feeling a little helpless. His partner was always exposed as soon as someone else cheated on him.

Cointreau was completely isolated from the center of power. He didn't even know his own affiliation, so how could he know about Vodka's "concurrent" job, which was completely unrelated to him?

"The safe house is yours." Gin turned and was about to leave.

"Ah Zhen, can you not be picky about your partners?" Lin Yucheng's tone was filled with pleading, "Can't I just follow you?"

"I'm giving you a choice so you can pick it yourself." Gin turned around, "That's also what that gentleman meant."

Lin Yucheng trembled unconsciously: "A Zhen...how come...even you are like this..."

"I didn't know you had such expectations of me." Gin sneered, "I gave you the opportunity to choose, don't push it, otherwise I will force you to choose, or I will arrange it and you can choose one."

"I've sent you the information again." Gin said, "If you are not satisfied with these few, I can help you keep an eye on them."

Lin Yucheng was completely depressed: "Can't I... follow you?"

"Then I'll choose." Gin glanced at him, "I don't want you to be my partner."

"Why!" Lin Yucheng was a little excited.

"You've become a lot braver." Gin mocked him, lifting his windbreaker and sitting on the sofa, "Look, there's no point in telling me these things."

"Two snipers and an intelligence agent? Are you really going to let me choose?"

Lin Yucheng took out his cell phone angrily, as if he regarded the cell phone as an imaginary enemy and almost wanted to see a hole in it.

"What's wrong?" Gin elegantly changed his leg and said, "Which one would you choose now?"

He glanced at Lin Yucheng's left hand in plaster, and the implication was not too obvious.

Lin Yucheng: "The intelligence personnel are under the charge of Rum..."

"Don't play dumb." Gin pointed out directly. He glanced at Vodka who was unpacking the box and shouted in displeasure, "Vodka!"

Vodka came back to his senses and reacted in a daze.

"Cointreau, this is a new drug developed in the laboratory. My brother asked me to get it for you." Vodka took out two sprays from his pocket and looked at Lin Yucheng, who was curled up on the sofa with his head covered with newspaper. "Try it. It is said to be very effective."

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Broken thoughts:

Chablis was transferred away because the gentleman no longer trusted him. After all, some of the people he used to get along well with all had some problems.

I mentioned the problem next door. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know. I will bring it up again later.

There is a picture of the stupid author masturbating in the story. Just hold the picture and kick me.