Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Chablis packed up his equipment and has been active in Southeast Asia since he was driven out of Japan by that gentleman.

After feeding the poisonous mosquitoes for two or three months, Chablis received an order from that gentleman one night: [Malbec showed up in Nagano, go and clean it up.]

Malbec, the former head of the organization's action group and his last friend.

Chablis didn't know what his mood was. When Malbec defected, he was shocked, but he didn't blame him at all.

Ever since Hollands' death ten years ago, he had long seen clearly where the organization positioned them.

—Tools, chess pieces, things that can be handled at will.

When he was driven out of Japan, he was simply sad for a moment, feeling sorry that his network of influence had been destroyed. He was worried about the children he had raised, but from then on he had no other emotions, and even felt a sense of relief for no reason.

Shit, if I had known it would be so great to leave Japan, I would have brought it up sooner.

Tsk, why not just agree to go with Malbec?

Just as he was thinking, his cell phone vibrated. Chabli picked it up and looked at it, his peach blossom eyes narrowed: Who is this? Calling my private number?

He picked it up and put it to his ear, only to hear a familiar voice: "Chabli, it's me."

"Fuck, Malbec, are you crazy? Why are you calling me at this time?" Chablis responded reflexively. Years of mutual insults made him forget that Malbec was no longer a member of the organization. "I still have a mission on hand. Do you know that I'm very busy? Don't say anything. If you don't believe me, I'll tell you, the mission is..."

He was stuck for a moment, and Malbec on the other end of the phone laughed: "Why, did you receive an order to hunt me down?"

"You did this on purpose, kid." Chabli was a little annoyed. "You've been on the run for almost a year and no one can find you. Now you suddenly show up. Are you trying to find something to do? You knew that if you showed up, that guy would definitely ask me to deal with him. Are you trying to find something for me to do?"

"Can't you just hide? Why are you trying to die? Do you know that I can't catch you? That guy will let someone else catch you. Are you stupid?"

"Chablis, Chablis, calm down and listen to me. Chablis..." Malbec's voice was calm, and he was not annoyed at all when facing his friend's questioning.

But Chablis didn't buy his talk and continued to vent his emotions. He was clearly almost fifty years old, but when he got angry he acted like a fifteen or sixteen year old middle school boy.

Malbec sighed: "Ah Qing, can you please listen to me?"

Hearing the name that was about to disappear in the long river of memory, Chablis's voice paused for a moment.

Malbec seized the opportunity and finally interrupted: "Aqing, do you still remember Pomer?"

"Remember, the madman under your command, the one who defected after the laboratory explosion seven years ago, right?" Chablis calmed down and answered thoughtfully. The next moment, years of tacit understanding made him understand Malbec's true intention at once.

He took a deep breath and said, "You got involved with him?"

"Forget it."

"You!" Chabli wanted to curse, but he didn't know how to start. "Just tell me what's going on."

"Bomore had an older sister who was the organization's Bluebird. She died in the laboratory explosion." Malbec said slowly, "These are not big things. The important thing is that Bluebird was once responsible for Hollans' physical examination."

Chablis subconsciously held his breath.

"Do you remember when Hollands was confirmed dead?"

"remember."

I remember it very well.

Chabli clenched his fists. "The lab explosion happened less than two months after that guy's death. Are you saying that Bluebird was silenced because he knew the inside story?"

Malbec kept silent, which was considered as his agreement.

Chablis got angry: "Don't be ridiculous, Malbec. Does that old man need such a reason to kill someone? Hollands is just unlucky——"

"Wouldn't he?" Malbec interrupted calmly. "You think he wouldn't?"

"Hasn't Hollands' death taught you a lesson yet?" Chablis

"He is no longer the same person he was when Uncle Xia Shu was here."

"To him, everything that can be used is a chess piece."

"Face the reality, Chablis, and stop being his lackey."