Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

At this moment, Cointreau was immersed in the world of delicious little cakes and was completely unaware of the hostility of the Que.

He sat leisurely in the spacious and comfortable seat of the Porsche Cayenne, savoring the sweet and delicious pastries while admiring the scenery passing by outside the window.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a middle-aged man with short, slightly curly hair. He had a stern face, a serious expression, and was calm and reserved.

——Okay, you’re being too reserved.

Although Midorikawa Hikaru is not a talkative person, he will not remain silent for two or three hours without saying a word to me. This man is really - bad review! Where did Vodka find this driver!

But for the sake of the little cake, I'll reluctantly forgive him.

Jundu thought happily.

The middle-aged man took the opportunity to check the condition of the car and quickly glanced at the Cointreau in the rearview mirror.

Cointreau mixed with the cream made the remaining half of the cake a mess, making it completely unappetizing.

A cell phone rang suddenly. Jundu took it out listlessly and saw "Gin" on the contact list. The depressed haze on his body disappeared.

Jundu quickly sat up straight, not caring about anything else, and casually placed the cake on the small table and answered the phone: "A Zhen, I'm on my way to Hokkaido now, what's the matter?"

"Huh? Am I going?" Jundu was a little surprised.

I don't know what Gin said on the other end of the phone. The surprise on Jundu's face turned into depression: "Okay, okay, I'll go. By the way, A Zhen, did Vodka find the new driver? Yes, A Zhen found him!"

The depression was swept away, leaving only surprise: "I know, I will definitely do it well."

After the call was hung up, the joy on Cointreau's face did not diminish at all, and he even began to hum an unknown tune.

"Sir, we'll be at the airport soon." The driver's sudden reminder interrupted Cointreau's song, but Cointreau was not a difficult person and he never took such trivial matters to heart.

He nodded slightly: "Got it. You need to follow me the whole time this time."

"Yes, a master has already given me the order. I will take on the responsibility of protecting you."

"Yeah." Although he felt that he didn't need protection, Jundu still responded calmly and asked casually, "What's your name?"

"Burn Sawyer," the man answered.

"Mixed-blood?" Jundu closed his eyes, as if he was a little sleepy.

"Yes, American-Japanese mixed race." Bourne Sawyer replied.

"How long have you been a member of the organization?" Jundu still showed no interest.

Bourne Sawyer thought for a moment: "Seven or eight years."

"I see."

There are so many people in the organization who cannot get ahead. Seven years is not a short time, but it is not long either.

Being able to stay at the grassroots level for seven or eight years without being promoted but not being fired is considered to be a sign of some ability.

Jundu propped up his head, feeling a little drowsy. He was not interested in Burn Sawyer's experience, but was just extremely bored and wanted to find someone to talk to.

It would be nice if Midorikawa was here. I should have asked to bring him here as well.

Cointreau is a rare thought.

What is Midorikawa doing now? How about giving him a call?

Forget it, forget it. It would be terrible if the mission was interrupted like last time.

By the way, who was that unlucky guy who was tricked by me?

Cointreau slowly fell into a deep sleep.

The black car drove into the underground garage. Bourne Sawyer leaned slightly to try to wake up Cointreau, who seemed to be still sleeping. "My Lord, we are here."

Jundu opened his eyes, and they were clear, as if he had been awake for a long time. He hummed and opened the car door.

The two got off the car one after another. The reception staff sent by Vodka had been waiting for a long time and quickly took them to the plane.

Cointreau boarded the organization's private plane, closed his eyes tiredly and took a nap.

Burn Sawyer sat in his seat on the other side of the corridor, not daring to slack off at all.

……

On the other side, Gin had just dealt with the rat. The barrel of the Beretta in his hand was still emitting white smoke. His nimble fingers skillfully typed the characters on his phone.

Vodka walked over to him and said, "Brother, the bomb has been set."

Gin threw his phone into his pocket and walked towards the car in the distance, and flames shot up into the sky behind him.

Vodka drove out of the alley and headed towards the next destination.

"Brother, the driver beside Cointreau sent a message saying that the two have boarded the plane." Vodka reported Cointreau's recent situation in a timely manner.

Gin nodded: "Is everything arranged?"

"Everything has been arranged. But brother, I obviously have better candidates under my command. Why do you insist on choosing Bourne Sawyer? He has mediocre qualifications and has never shown any talent." Vodka was very puzzled.

Gin asked him back: "Do you think real trash can stay at the grassroots level for eight years without being promoted and not being dealt with?"

"Hey, what you mean, brother, is there something wrong with Bourne Sawyer? Is he a rat? Will it be bad for Cointreau?"

Hearing Vodka's concern for Cointreau, Gin's lips raised slightly, but then dropped again: "Anyway, we'll know after a try. As for Cointreau, if he can't even handle a mouse, then his code name can be directly recycled."

"Brother, you are right. Should I send someone else to protect Cointreau?" Vodka agreed.

Gin was silent for a moment: "No, it depends on Jundu's own ability."

"Yes."

The vehicle passed through the dense forest. Amid the mottled shadows of the trees, Gin suddenly asked, "Vodka, have you ever seen a sparrow?"

"The Great Sparrow?" Vodka repeated, denying, "I probably haven't seen one. It is said that the Great Sparrow is active in Hokkaido all year round. How could I have seen one? Brother, do you think there is something wrong with the Great Sparrow?"

Gin couldn't help but sneer when he heard this: "No, you've seen it, more than once."

Vodka was a little confused: "Is that so? Then... is this the person who was transferred from Tokyo?"

"More than that." Gin's urge to smoke came back. He rubbed his pocket and took out a round orange. He made a "tsk" sound with a little impatience and threw the orange to Vodka.

Vodka subconsciously took the orange thrown to him and looked at it with some confusion: "Thank you, brother, I'm not hungry yet."

Gin didn't bother to pay attention to such stupid talk: "Do you think Cointreau can handle the sparrow?"

"Well... Cointreau is Big Brother's man, so it must be possible." Vodka said. He was still very curious about who the Wildbird was. Seeing that Gin was in a good mood at the moment and was willing to talk about something else, he couldn't help but ask, "Big Brother, who is Wildbird? Why have I seen him before?"

"Not only have you seen it, you've killed it."

"Me? Killed someone?" Vodka was a little confused.

Facing Vodka's increasingly confused look, Gin's eyes flickered with a desire for killing: "You're right, Vodka."

———"Just a monster. Cointreau can definitely send him to hell once again."