I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

"It's true. Those not-so-cute animals have been stretching their hands longer and longer lately, which is really annoying to people."

Belmode, who had not appeared for a long time, stepped out of the shadows. She crossed her waist and pushed her silver hair behind her ears, "Lark, long time no see."

"Belmod."

Gin's eyes narrowed, and cold murderous intent burst out from his eyes, "Where have you been recently?"

"About where I went..." Belmod's lips curved into a joking smile, "It seems there is no need to report to you, right?"

"Don't forget-"

Bermod's big round buttocks that almost burst the leather jacket walked to Otoi Hiroshi and took his arm, "You have no right to restrain me, either before or now."

"Hmph, I hope you can always laugh like this." Gin said coldly.

Although she was upset, she was right.

Previously, she was protected by the BOSS and had always been free from both inside and outside the organization. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was the freest person in the organization.

And now, she was assigned to Lark by BOSS.

As the organization's ad hoc special operations team, as the team leader, Luck has the power to make on-the-spot decisions, in a certain sense.

——Even half a level higher than him.

"Well, it's been a long time since so many people have acted together. Why are everyone so angry?" Toru Amuro, wearing an apron, placed a pot of sukiyaki on the table.

"Bourbon? Why are you here?" Otoi Hiroshi blinked in surprise.

Amuro Toru took off her apron and put it aside, spread her hands and said, "This is really too much. As Belmod's assistant, of course I will follow her when she changes positions, team leader."

Otoi Hiroshi touched the tip of his nose and said, "It's indeed my fault. I'll punish myself with three drinks later."

"Hey, Lark." Gin looked over, "We're going on a mission soon."

"It's okay. I have a general understanding of the situation there." Hiroshi Otoi waved his hand indifferently, "It's an evening flight anyway. Just eat and have a good sleep at noon."

"Hmph, just weigh it yourself."

According to the BOSS's order, Luck has absolute command and on-the-spot decision-making power in this operation.

Even he has to listen to Lark for the time being.

This made Gin slightly unhappy.

Of course Otoi Hiroshi noticed Gin's expression. From now on, neither Bermod, Amuro Toru nor he had ever given Gin face.

However, in such an organization, weak sheep will only be devoured by hungry wolves.

The stronger you act, the more these anxious wolves will respect you.

Everyone at the dinner table was very silent, especially Gin, whose face looked like a thousand-year glacier.

It was as if someone owed him millions of yen, if it weren't for his constant actions of picking up food, chewing, and swallowing.

Hiroshi Otoi thought he didn't like Toru Amuro's cooking.

"Where are Chianti and Cohen?" Hiroshi Otoi opened the Moutai he took out of the car.

Vodka placed everyone's cups in the middle one by one, "They went to maintain their guns. These two guys cherish the weapons in their hands as much as their lives."

"Oh, but I think their marksmanship is a bit poor." Hiroshi Otoi shook his head and sighed: "Every time I waste half a day of bullets, I can't hit anyone."

"Lark." Gin's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and the air seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

He filled the glasses one by one, and when he reached the last one, Hiroshi Otoi asked without raising his head, "Gin, how much do you drink?"

The pupils of Gin's eyes suddenly shrank, and the expression on his face was extremely stiff.

"There is a rule in Chinese wine shops, which is - if you drink too much wine, you will respect others, but if you drink too much tea, you will bully others." Otoi Hiroshi said as he was minding his own business and started pouring wine into the wine glass.

He raised his head, "Do you want me to respect you, or..."

Gin suddenly took out the pistol in his arms.

"boom."

Before he could lift it up, he heard a deafening roar.

Gin glanced at the crater with white smoke on the wall behind him, and the faint smell of burnt hair floated on the tip of his nose.

——The bullet just now almost grazed his temple.

He looked back.

Otoi Hiroshi slapped the gun in his hand on the table, and looked at the spilled wine sadly, "Gin, the one I admire most here is you. Look, the wine is spilling out."

"Humph."

Gin put the pistol back into his pocket and took the drink from Hiroshi Otoi respectfully.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Otoi Hiroshi looked around and said cursingly: "What are you all doing here? Pick up your cups and wish in advance that the operation will succeed in advance."

Several others, including Gin, raised their glasses in agreement.

I was particularly happy to eat this meal at noon.

Especially gin. He never drank before the mission, but this time he drank two bottles of gin alone.

I felt so distressed for Otoi Hiro.

……

After three rounds of drinking.

Otoi Hiro wandered back to his house and turned the key for a long time but couldn't open it.

Only to find out that it was locked inside.

He frowned and knocked on the door.

The door was opened a small gap, and Belmode stuck his head out, "Who is it?"

Because she also drank a lot, her pretty face was flushed, and her long silver-white hair was tied into a simple low ponytail, falling on her chest.

Madam, your hairstyle is very dangerous!

Otoi Hiroshi's eyes lit up, he pinched his throat and said seriously: "Madam, I heard that your sewer pipe is broken."

"Yes." Belmode shyly stroked the long hair on her chest, "Please come in and take a look."

She opened the door and stepped aside.

Otoi Hiroshi walked in with a very professional look. He walked to the bathroom and looked at the water pipes. He crossed his arms, nodded for a while, and then shook his head.

"Madam, is your husband here?" Hiroshi Otoi turned around and asked.

Belmode was shy and looked away, "He, he went on a business trip. He won't be back until next month."

"Oh, that's it."

Otoi Hiroshi nodded, walked to the door with his hands behind his back, and turned around, "I looked carefully and found that there is nothing wrong with the sewer pipes in your home. It should be fine after a while. If nothing happens, I will leave first."

His hand fell on the door handle, making a gesture to go out.

suddenly.

"Please wait a moment..." Belmode stretched out her hand and gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Otoi Hiroshi turned around with a puzzled look on his face, "Is there anything else, madam?"

"The sewer pipe is blocked in a place other than the bathroom," she said.

"Are you kidding me? I'm a professional pipe repairman. If there's any problem, I can tell it right away!" Otoi Hiroshi said angrily.

"Then please take a look here..." She took Otoi Hiroshi's hand and slowly moved down.

Otoi Hiroshi frowned, "Madam, the blockage is indeed serious."

"so what should I do now?!"

[I am not in a good state today and can only write one chapter. More updates on Saturday. 】