Conan: I'm teasing Conan in Mingke

On a cold and rainy night...

In an alley where no one passes by, a tavern called Black Widows is still operating quietly.

"It's raining so hard." A man in a blue coat trotted in, patting the raindrops on his body. "The weather forecast is not accurate at all."

However, no one spoke to him, and the man in the blue jacket was not surprised.

He walked straight to the bar counter and sat down next to the burly man dressed in black. As he walked, he said to the bartender who was looking at him, "I want the same as him."

The bartender nodded to him slightly and turned back to making drinks.

The burly man in black tapped the table twice with his index finger. The man seemed to understand what he meant and chuckled.

He took out a white package from the lining of his coat and pushed it to the sturdy man's hand.

The sturdy man put it into his left coat without even looking at it.

"Don't you need to confirm what's inside?"

"Oh, if it's fake, you'll be dead."

After the burly man finished speaking, he took out a beige package from the right lining of his coat and pushed it to the man's hand.

"I need to double-check it." The man opened the package and carefully looked through the money inside.

"as you like."

"OK, that's right." The man flipped through the money for a while, finally confirmed the amount, and put the money back into his coat.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." The bartender brought the wine glasses after working for a long time.

The man picked up the glass and looked at it: "So what's the next job?"

The strong man didn't reply.

The man then asked, "I should at least know what the key points of my next job are, right?"

"Then do you know?" An oppressive question suddenly came from the man's left.

The man almost spit out the wine he had just taken a sip of. As a member of the organization, he should be on guard, but at this moment he did not notice that there was a man sitting quietly next to him.

He was also a man dressed in black, with long silver hair, and he exuded an aura as if he had just returned victorious from the Shura Field.

"There's been a rat sneaking around the organization lately doing some shady things."

The silver-haired man looked back with cold grey-green eyes: "Have you heard of this?"

The man in the blue jacket hesitated and stammered, "No, I'm not sure. I haven't heard of it."

"Is that so?" The silver-haired man withdrew his gaze.

Because the silver-haired man's expression was completely obscured by his hat and hair, the man in the blue coat couldn't see what the other person was trying to express.

He tried to calm down his nervousness and asked tentatively: "So the next task is to catch the rat?"

"No." The silver-haired man paused and said, "I already have an idea of ​​who the mouse is."

The man in the blue coat looked at him with a panicked look, but soon calmed down and stopped staring at the silver-haired man: "Really——"

Like a guilty thief, he drank the wine he hadn't had time to taste, and exaggeratedly performed, "This wine is so delicious, what kind of cocktail is it?"

"RUM" It was not the bartender who answered him, but another cold male voice.

The voice came from the silver-haired man, and the man in the blue coat was frightened once again.

He looked nervously towards the side of the silver-haired man, who was a man whose aura was no less than that of the silver-haired man.

The man had short black hair and a face that looked like a sculpture of a god. His appearance should be as gentle as jade, but at this moment he seemed very cold.

Is it because of the eyes?

The man's eyes were a deep red like solidified blood.

Under the slightly dim light of the tavern, it looked bloodthirsty and cold.

"Add Cointreau and a dash of lemon juice to make XYZ cocktail."

The slight smile on his lips made him look even more murderous: "After drinking this glass of wine, everything will be over..."

The man in the blue jacket became completely panicked when he saw him, as if all his secrets were seen through by the man in front of him.

He stood up quickly and said, "If there is a next job, please take care of me." Then he left this place of trouble.

"Eh? Are you leaving now?" The man narrowed his eyes, put away his cold expression, and sighed with some disappointment.

"What a boring mouse. I thought he would hold on for a while longer."

"Huh, do you think everyone is like you?" The silver-haired man glanced at him.

"What, Gin, what do you mean?" The black-haired man narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at Gin.

"Is this okay, big brother?" The burly man who had been silent in the background stood up and walked to Gin's side to ask, "If you just let him go like this, he must be a rat."

"Hey, Vodka, you've been with Gin for so long, don't you know what he is thinking now?" The man turned his head to look at the burly man.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Vodka was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

"Really? You're so slow." The man sighed and said to the bartender who was wiping the drinkware: "Please give me a glass of Richard Hennessy."

"Okay." The bartender nodded, put down the drinkware in his hands and turned back to get busy.

"You still like to drink the water of life, Cointreau." Vodka sat down next to Gin and ordered a martini for his elder brother.

"Because it's very exciting." The man stared at the bartender's actions, his blood-red eyes seemed to become even bloodier.

"I really don't know what's going on with your stomach." Gin snorted and complained.

Before Jundu could say anything in rebuttal, a loud noise was heard outside.

It seemed like the sound of something exploding.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." The bartender also brought the drinks at this time.

Cointreau cut it as if he was disappointed, picked up the wine glass and drank a little bit of wine: "The kittens are really boring recently. They are not good at acting, and their vigilance is also poor. It's really terrible."

"By the way, brother." Vodka seemed to have thought of something.

He took out the white package from his coat and handed it to Gin: "What should we do with the information on smuggled guns?"

"There's nothing to worry about. Everything is going according to plan. Anyway, we have asked him to prepare the money. It depends on whether he understands what we mean."

Gin picked up the martini that the bartender had just handed over and took a sip, a smile that showed everything was under control appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, but this could also be a trap."

"It's not too late to make a conclusion after contacting the other party."

"That's true." Vodka laughed twice to express his agreement.

"Besides, it would be a shame to abandon that place."

"That tropical paradise with a very convoluted name?" Cointreau turned his head and looked at Gin. "You really have a bad taste to choose that kind of place as the trading location."

"Each each other."

Cointreau swirled the half-remaining wine in the glass and drank it all, then stood up and said, "Then you two can enjoy yourself here, I will go back first."

"Huh? Are you leaving now?" Vodka looked over in confusion.

"Yeah, the boss just gave me a bunch of instructions. It really made me dizzy."

“That’s not easy.”

"It's not easy without you." Jundu narrowed his eyes and smiled strangely.

"Eh?" Vodka looked at Cointreau's departing back and scratched his head in confusion: "Brother, what did Cointreau mean just now?"

"Don't worry about him, he's not always like this."

"makes sense."

As soon as Cointreau came out, he walked towards a black Lamborghini Hermes next to the bar. Although it was raining heavily, there was not a single drop of water on his body.

He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat. He glanced at the closed door of the pub, and the smile in his eyes became even stronger: "I'm telling the truth, Gin."

"The days ahead will probably be interesting, but also seem to be very hard~"