Forced to go undercover, I lie down and win

Bourbon looked a little shocked and didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but said to me, "Do you want to take the initiative to do the task?"

"Yes."

"Because it's my own club, did Bourbon forget?" I emphasized to him with some accusations, "Obviously Bourbon said that we should have other jobs, and we can't look like vagrants, so how could Bourbon plan to Fishing?"

In vain, the first mission of my undercover detective agency is to save the five for you.

I haven't received my money yet...

Bourbon looked at me complicatedly, then sighed, "I see, so what is our next task?"

"Oh, I was asked to track down a bomb maniac."

Bourbon's eyes became more complicated, "Why did he find you? No, how did he find you?"

I:? ? ?

"These are not important." I stared at him with some dissatisfaction, "Bourbon, what do you mean by your eyes?"

He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at me, "No, I just think that the other party chose your detective agency instead of so many well-known detective agencies. Maybe there is something wrong with this guy."

I was so angry that I beat him.

After the fight, Bourbon promised me to carry out this mission. I just threw the information to Bourbon and asked him to work hard. The information I have is all the information about this bomb maniac provided by the Japanese police. Ben raised his eyebrows and said to me, "Hey, if you have such complete information, just hand him over to the police."

"I don't have that much confidence in the Japanese police. Doesn't Bourbon know that?"

Thinking of how they fished and waited to hold Kudo Shin’s thigh last time, in the original book, the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department almost gave up when they went to catch the bomb maniac. The most important thing is, it’s almost that time, I really don’t want Bourbon I will be alone in the future.

Wouldn't it be nice to let him meet his best friend by the way, hey, just take it as a surprise.

Bourbon nodded to me after flipping through the information, "I see, let's go."

Then Bourbon decided to drive me there. Bourbon's own car is a silver Mazda. Looking at this car, you can feel that he is patriotic, because if it was me, I would definitely buy a BMW!

BMW smells so good!

When I got in and got in his car, I asked him curiously, "I thought I couldn't drive my own car even on missions, but I didn't expect Bourbon to choose to drive by himself."

"But isn't this our own task? It has nothing to do with the organization." Bourbon glanced at me, and he urged me, "Okay, sit down quickly and fasten your seat belt."

I don’t know why, but I feel that Bourbon’s attitude towards me is a lot closer. I used to feel like a gentleman?I was always a little distant, now I feel that I am very willful when I talk, I just do whatever I want, and my attitude towards me is not very good, woo.

"Okay."

"By the way, Martini really doesn't plan to tell me about this mission, who gave it to you?"

"Ok?"

Bourbon said to me unhurriedly while fastening his seat belt, "Because the task of martini is not like a task that a detective agency can receive.

"Why not, do you look down on our detective agency?"

He smiled and didn't continue talking, but said to me, "Sit down on the martini."

I looked at him holding the steering wheel tightly, and I was stunned. Speaking of which, this posture is so familiar. Where have I seen it before?I didn’t realize until the moment Bourbon stepped on the accelerator. The familiar appearance was that he was driving in the original book. The speed of the car under us reached [-] yards in an instant. There was a short blank space, and the surrounding scenery was retreating rapidly, and Bourbon drove the car directly for a long time in an instant.

Ah, I'm dead, I forgot he was driving like hell.

Obviously he is the Japanese policeman who doesn’t follow the rules the most. Thinking of the way he drove on the Shinkansen in the movie version, I almost fell into a coma on the spot, but thinking of his driving skills in the original book is so good, I decided to close my eyes. Anyway, even if something happened, I would definitely not be the one to stop, so I leaned on the seat belt on the spot and tightened my seat belt tightly.

Bourbon chuckled next to me and continued, "So, don't you want to talk about martinis?"

He paused, "You..."

"Why?"

I tightened my seat belt and listened to the beep beep of Bourbon beside me, "Drive your car well, why are you talking to the co-pilot while driving?"

Bourbon seemed to be unable to help laughing again. I secretly looked at Bourbon. He was a handsome young man with blond hair, blue eyes and black skin. He was obviously excited when he got into the car, and it was obvious that his driving skills were really good. Very good, when I opened my eyes, it was full of extreme overtaking, hey, scary.

"I thought Martinis would cry, aren't you afraid?"

"Of course I'm scared." I pouted and complained to Bourbon, "but isn't this the car driven by Bourbon? If it's Bourbon, there should be no problem."

Anyway, it's you who died and not me. Hmph, Bourbon was obviously a little stunned when he heard this, "Then trust me?"

"Well, because it's bourbon."

That Japanese warrior who is simply showing off his driving skills!My Mazda Rogue 6!

As a result, after I finished speaking, Bourbon's driving speed slowed down instead. I opened my eyes after feeling the speed decrease, but turned around and found that Bourbon looked at me with complicated eyes. There seemed to be a little sparkle in the blue eyes, and I asked like a curious baby, "What's the matter? Bourbon?"

"Is there a traffic jam?"

I can't think of any other reason for him to slow down the car besides this reason.

"Do not."

Bourbon withdrew his gaze and said to me, "I just think it's okay to be a little slower, but you still didn't tell me what happened to that guy. You can always find other excuses for things you don't want to say. "

"Well, because if you tell a lie, it will make people uncomfortable, but I really don't want to tell Bourbon." Sitting in the car, I turned my head to Bourbon and explained in a low voice, "There is no way."

"Does lying make you so uncomfortable?" He glanced at me and asked, as if a little surprised, "Why?"

"Lying itself makes people feel bad, because when Bourbon is a real friend, I don't plan to lie to Bourbon."

"But you wouldn't lie even if you weren't a friend yourself."

After he finished speaking, I couldn’t help but sigh when I heard this. There’s no other way. It’s too embarrassing for me to not like to do such a thing. Of course I have to choose the way that makes me most comfortable. If I lie to Bourbon, he won’t If I say happy, I won’t be happy, that’s the kind of person I am.

"Because wearing a mask for a long time will be very troublesome, so I think it's better to make myself the happiest." I really think I have never worn a mask...

Woohoo, I really don't know how to lie and pretend.

Because I was too righteous, Bourbon was a little helpless, "I really convinced you."

"Sit down."

Then Bourbon confirmed to me again, "Is it the same with that guy Ley?"

Why?Why did it involve Ley again? Thinking of the entanglement between the two people in the original book, I nodded clearly, "It's okay, Bourbon and Ley are the same to me." You are all friends of justice Well, I don’t know why I felt that the accelerator pedal under Bourbon’s feet seemed to have the urge to accelerate again. I thought about the relationship between the two of us as brothers and sisters in an organization, or it was much closer than undercover agents from foreign countries, so I Added, "But Bourbon is still different from him."

It's Brother Warrior Wolf!

Nodding with Bourbon's fingers on the steering wheel, the man chuckled and said, "Really?"

Although I don't know why, Bourbon's mood is much better visible to the naked eye. Men are really strange and complicated creatures.

I was very baffled, anyway, in the end Bourbon drove the two of us to Mihua City at a very steady speed, so in fact, he can drive a relatively stable car?After we got out of the car, we followed the information given by the Japanese police to a building. Bourbon and I sat in the car and waited. The person who came out happened to be the real bomb maniac that Mr. Ranpo mentioned.

Although I have also read the plot of this original book, but because I browsed too fast, I didn't read it very clearly. Bourbon looked at the other party, "Hey, is this guy?"

"Shh, be serious."

Bourbon smiled.

Bourbon and I followed each other all the way to a large entertainment venue. To be honest, I felt a little strange seeing him carrying that heavy bag. The man led me in together, because I followed him very nervously, so Bourbon reached out his hand helplessly and walked to the side, "Martini, relax a little bit."

"Um……"

"Didn't those guys even teach you that?"

Is he talking about the Japanese police or what?

Bourbon held out his hand to me, "Don't be too nervous, just relax, just like normal lovers."

I looked at his hand, and just as I was about to put it on, a surprised male voice suddenly came from behind, "Hello, is that you?"

Looking back, I saw only a handsome young man in a suit standing behind Bourbon and me. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, the tie around his neck was loosened crookedly, and he had dark curly hair and a handsome white face. Face, the tall and slender young man said to us with some surprise, "Why, are you here?"

The smile on the face of Bourbon beside me disappeared in an instant, "You...you recognize the wrong person."

The young man glanced at me, then coughed, "Sorry, I got the wrong person."

No, you are right...

Bourbon didn't say anything, just under the sight of the man, he took me by the arm and carried me away. I turned around and looked at his former friend Matsuda Jinpei not far away. I thought he would After catching up, I didn't expect to just watch Bourbon leave.

After Bourbon and I were far away from each other's sight, I was still wondering if they planned to have a touching confession behind my back, but in the next second, I felt as if I was pressed against the wall , I leaned my back against the wall and looked up, only to see Bourbon, who was holding me down, also lowered his head. The man suddenly asked me with a cold expression, "What do you know?"

The young man put his hand directly on the side of my face, lowered his body and asked in front of me, "Is it on purpose?"

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