Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

"new member?"

"No~"

Under the dim light, the blonde girl shook her wine glass and flirted with the young man beside her as if she remembered something.

"In terms of seniority, he can be considered your senior."

My predecessor? An intelligence officer with a code name?

Amuro Toru took a sip of wine and said curiously, "It sounds impressive."

Vermouth didn't reply, but glanced at the approaching black-haired man. Together with the man standing beside her, there were three bottles of whiskey in total.

The clock pointed to ten o'clock, the door was pushed open, and a handsome young man walked in. He had a lollipop in his mouth, his backpack was only on one side, and the headphones around his neck were flashing colorful lights.

Toru Amuro was stunned for a moment. He thought a lot, but he didn't expect that the so-called senior was so young.

The young man looked around and said with a smile, "Why is Gin not here? I thought he would come to wash away the dust on my body."

"I thought you would be late. I heard the weather in Crimea is not very good, Tokaj."

"You can always trust Aeroflot to be on time, rain or shine."

Tokaj walked around a few people, put his backpack on the bar, took out a black box and handed it to Vermouth, winking playfully, "This is a gift, beautiful lady, please accept it."

"Gin, too?"

"Old men are not worth my bother."

Tokaj turned his gaze to the blond man next to him, who froze slightly, but fortunately he quickly looked at the other two.

"New member, welcome, welcome. I'm Tokaj."

The three of them were silent before they said the names of their drinks one after another.

Tokaj knew that the organization had a few more bottles of wine recently, but it was whiskey again, and in large quantities. Gin was really good at naming wines, and with the previous one, it could make up the table.

"The old man is here."

Vermouth chuckled. The person who came was Gin, who had been missing for a long time, followed by Vodka.

"Gin, you're late. I've always been on time."

Tokaj smiled and leaned on the bar. The atmosphere froze for a moment. Amuro Toru observed Tokaj calmly. At present, it can be inferred that he seems to have a good relationship with Vermouth. As for Gin... It's a bit hard to say, maybe they don't get along, but if he can talk to Gin like this, his status must be not low.

Scotland and Ley remained silent, drinking alone and not communicating much. The militant faction didn't need to show off at this time, but everyone present couldn't help but pay attention to Gin's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Gin did not point the gun at anyone, but explained in a calm tone.

"Dealt with a few rats."

Tokay said, "Is that so? Don't miss it. You really gave me a big surprise on my business trip this time. I stayed alone in Crimea for half a year. It was so cold there."

"Look carefully~"

It was a blatant provocation, but Gin said calmly:

"You will be with Bourbon on the mission three days later."

Do you have any mission just after returning?

The boy's delicate features were listless, and he was exhausted from the journey, lying on the bar like a cat playing dead. There was only a little bit of wine left in the glass, so it was possible that he was in a bad condition due to alcohol, but he didn't look like he was old enough to drink, right?

The latter has a tricky angle, "Three days of vacation, great!"

Tokaj perked up and didn't care what Gin said next. He took out his cell phone and walked towards Bourbon.

"Bourbon, hurry up, we have nothing to do with you now. Why are you still keeping me here? Oh, leave me your contact information."

Amuro Toru, who originally wanted to test him, naturally obeyed and said with a smile: "Gin said you will stay in my safe house for the time being, so you can take my car later."

"Because my previous safe house was blown up by a bomber, and the car was lost along with it."

Tokaj complained: "The Japanese public security is really useless. A bomber was able to get away with it for several years."

Midorikawa Hikaru/Amuro Toru: …

Zhu Xingda: "Puff-"

"why are you laughing?"

Tokaj glanced at Lei. This guy had just been drinking silently, and he thought he was a cool boy, but it turned out that his sense of humor was so low.

Green eyes, British? No, mixed race is also possible, maybe American, of course, it is not ruled out that the Japanese police specially recruited undercover agents with this appearance to avoid suspicion.

Zhu Xingda put away his smile and said calmly: "I remembered something happy."

Tsk.

Bourbon's car was a white Mazda. Of course, Iori Hayamuro also had a car, although it was destroyed in the bombing.

When Iori Yamuro, who was negotiating with local arms dealers in Crimea, heard the news, he inevitably felt angry. But he was far away and could not do anything to the bomber. Fortunately, a kind-hearted Russian friend said he could help. Not long ago, the news reported that an enthusiastic netizen had reported the bomber.

He just paid some insignificant price, was able to vent his anger, and also got to know such an outstanding talent. It was a good deal no matter how you look at it.

"Are you looking at the mission?"

The young man in the rearview mirror responded without even raising his head, the raised screen of his laptop obscuring his hand movements.

"I sent it to you, please check it."

After that, Tokaj closed his computer, closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, seemingly taking a nap. The car was dark, and the dim light from the street lamps shone through the car window across his face. His half-long black hair drooped obediently, and the floating atmosphere became quiet. At this moment, even Amuro Toru had to admit that such a soft and fragile appearance could not be associated with a bloody and violent international criminal organization.

If this is also a disguise, then this person is also a terrifying existence in a sense.

“Bourbon.”

The latter spoke abruptly, and Amuro Toru calmly withdrew his gaze and quickly switched to his Bourbon side.

"What a coincidence! My former partner was also a whiskey dealer. You should have heard of him - Macallan."

As an intelligence officer, Toru Amuro was more informed than others. He was also a codename member of the intelligence team, but he disappeared a few months ago. However, the other party suddenly mentioned this, I'm afraid it wasn't just idle talk.

"Really? It's a coincidence indeed." Amuro Toru said, "So you have a fixed partner, Tokayi?"

"Not really, it just takes a little longer."

After all, Gin couldn't trust him alone, and he wanted to change three partners for him every day, each of whom would keep a 360-degree watch on him. Or if Tokaj could help him, he could wipe out all the people he had sent from Rum.

It is impossible to say that an international criminal organization is a place where criminals gather. Most codename members will voluntarily or be voluntarily joined a faction when they are newcomers. Of course, there are a few who are neutral, such as the legendary boss woman, the mystic Vermouth.

For example, he himself had to make sure that every instruction to the research team was from that gentleman. Although there had been some minor accidents before, that gentleman's attention to him had never decreased, which could be seen from the fact that Gin sent people to keep an eye on him every now and then.

So, the changes in the organizational situation during his absence in the past six months have been quite interesting.

Iori Yemuro raised her eyes and looked at the blond man in the mirror with a smile. It was the intelligence team again.

"Gin pointed you out to me, Bourbon~"

The young man's teasing tone was like the teasing at a class reunion. The man called Bourbon raised the corners of his lips, and there was a mist in his purple-gray eyes.

"Please give me some advice, Tokaj."

Iori Hayamuro didn't have much luggage, so Toru Amuro helped him pack his things and put them in a corner.

He probably didn't use this safe house often. Although the floor and utensils were clean, there were no signs of use on the daily necessities. Even the water from the faucet was turbid at first.

Intelligence personnel are full of tricks.

It's just that he's a little too considerate, helping to run the bath water or something, I'm still not used to it. Is Bourbon really such a character? He's really good at acting.

Iori Yamuro closed his eyes and cleared his mind. On the other side, Toru Amuro's night life had just begun, of course, referring to work.

The screen displayed a page indicating that the file had been downloaded. Toru Amuro used the mouse to open it and check the task file that Tokaj had sent him.

Three days later, at the evening of the Gelvina Hotel, we will complete the handover of materials and cooperate with the assistant to kill the contact person, Koyama Langzhi. There will be a banquet hosted by the Yeshiro family at the hotel.

The assistant was not specified. Generally speaking, the mission instructions would clearly and concisely state the basic information, but this time it was not done. Obviously, this assistant could not be Tokaj, so who could it be? The organization would not make meaningless arrangements.

It was a fairly routine task, but it was still a bit troublesome. This contact person was really too cautious. No matter what the occasion was, he would always bring a dozen bodyguards with him and check the venue in advance. His love of life was amazing.

Another life...

The brightness of the computer screen was too high. He felt his eyes were a little dry. The bitterness of the cold coffee spread on the tip of his tongue. The typing sound of the keyboard was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

sleepless night.