The Split-Actress in Conan's World

Although there was some white on the horizon, overall it was still night.

Those who can appear on the street at this point are generally not normal people.

Glenfiddich amuses itself by observing the people it meets occasionally, judging their identities, occupations, and possible life experiences through their clothes and expressions.

However, I only saw three people along the way. Two of them were elderly people who were used to getting up early, and the other was just a drunk who did not return home overnight.

Very disappointing.

He felt in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, which he had asked for from Vodka when he was on the boat. They were the same brand that Gin usually carried with him.

Glenfiddich is not a big smoker, or rather he used to be, but he quit smoking after becoming Shirley's guardian.

Well, semi-forced.

In the past, we lived on the edge of a knife, and injuries and broken bones were commonplace. Nicotine is a good analgesic, and the cheaper the cigarette, the better the effect.

If you're lucky, you might be able to buy stuff mixed with leaves. People in New York know everything.

In that damn place, even if you buy branded products, you might encounter something fishy. Every time you buy cigarettes, it's like opening a blind box, and there's a different kind of excitement.

At first, Shirley didn't dare to bother him. Later, after being smoked for too long, she couldn't stand it anymore and finally plucked up the courage to ask him why he always smoked.

Later, the girl learned superb surgical skills and stockpiled all kinds of medicine at home, which made him have fewer reasons to smoke. Besides, he didn't think that smoking was that good, so he quit smoking without thinking.

After arriving in Tokyo, I don't know how, but I gradually started to have the habit again, especially after frequently interacting with Gin and others. Although it can't be said that I had a relapse, I did smoke a few cigarettes every few days.

He skillfully squeezed a cigarette out of the box, took out his lighter and lit it.

call--

The smell of smoke is very light, I guess the tobacco is not very pure.

Most of the brands that Gin likes are like this, just like him, very indifferent, as if they have no place to stay.

Whether it's cigarettes, water, or food, he likes light flavors. Strong flavors will numb his nerves. As one of the world's top killers, he attaches great importance to these aspects.

Glenfiddich frowned, feeling that it was not very tasty, and after holding it in his mouth for a while, he put it out.

If it were the brands he used to smoke, Gin would either choke and get pneumonia in the car, or quit smoking as soon as possible like him.

He threw the cigarette butt at his feet, crushed it hard, and continued walking forward.

Another early riser came into his sight. She was a young girl with short hair, headphones on her head, and a very trendy work suit. She seemed to be jogging early in the morning.

It seems there are still normal people out there.

Gryffindor smiled with relief, his lips slightly raised, and watched her silently with interest.

She is not tall, a little shorter than Shirley, but their hair is about the same length, except that Shirley's hair is a little naturally curly, while this girl's hair is very straight.

He looks a bit older, around twenty years old, the right age to go to college. He exudes a casual yet energetic vibe. He is not as youthful as a high school student, nor is he a lazy office worker who has entered the society. He is a kind of person stuck in the middle, with a clear and ignorant look.

He often went to pick up Shirley from school and had seen many similar temperaments in college students.

The girl seemed to notice him, and her eyes looked a little strange, as if she cared about him, but was restraining herself from caring.

Until she jogged past Glenfiddich.

Grenfidi walked out for a distance and suddenly heard the rhythmic footsteps stop. He turned around and saw the girl bending down where he was before.

Then he picked up a crushed cigarette butt.

Then he ran a few steps further, found a very shabby trash can, threw the garbage into it, and then returned to his jogging pace.

Glenfiddich was a little surprised.

He didn't think he had no manners or anything like that. That kind of thing didn't matter. After all, he had never had that kind of thing before.

That's what New Yorkers are like.

He was still hesitating whether to do something unkind to the girl. After all, she was collecting cigarette butts with his saliva samples in front of him. It would be embarrassing if Gin and Rum knew about it.

Although he has never paid much attention to information protection, it is also a matter of face. He can do whatever he wants at other times, but you can't do this in front of him, right?

Fortunately, the girl was quite honest. She just threw the trash into the can and left without causing him too much trouble.

If it had been a few seconds later, his choice would have been hard to say.

All I can say is that the trash can and his difficulty in making a choice saved her.

Ugh......

The clear stupidity that is unique to college students.

He sighed softly, exited the dial-up page of his phone, and put it back in his pocket.

I just slipped a lollipop into her hand when we passed each other just now, but it seems I won't be able to use it anymore.

Glenfiddich has a special fun, which is to randomly give candies to people he meets depending on his mood. Some people give candies because they have a good impression of them, some because they don't like them, and sometimes there is no reason at all, he just suddenly wants to give them candies.

After so many years, I don’t know how many “lucky people” have been born.

Of course, there must have been many that were later discovered and thrown away, but there must have been many that were not discovered.

When he gets tired of living, he will press the main button and bring a magnificent fireworks display to the world, which can also be regarded as a shocking funeral.

Since there is no need to silence her, that's fine. When the girl returns home and changes her clothes, she might find the lollipop. It can be considered a little surprise in her life.

There was no telling when Gin and the others would finish their actions, and he couldn't go any further. Besides, Glenfiddich was only interested in this and didn't have the patience to continue wandering around.

He retraced his steps and returned to the Pier Inn.

The gang members who were on standby nearby seemed relieved when they saw him. It was unknown what image he had in these guys' minds before.

Glenfiddich expressed doubts about Gin's ability to train his subordinates.

When he was in New York, no lower-level member of the organization would dare to speculate about the codename members, let alone reveal it like this.

It seems to be a mistake in the ability to control subordinates, but in fact it is a loophole in information management, and it is most likely existing internally.

In other words, there is something wrong with the system.

So Gin can only be a killer, how can he be the head of a region?

To be a leader, you naturally need leadership wisdom.

Look at Gin, his main job is the person in charge of Tokyo, but he is tied up by his deputy position as the leader of the operations team. The key is that he doesn’t have any reliable subordinates, so he has to do everything himself if there is any disturbance in Tokyo.

That's fine, at most he was just unlucky, but how did he manage to keep something like rum sitting on the Diaoyutai?

Rum is nominally the second in command of the organization, but how many people in other places care about him? Yes, he is indeed in charge of the logistics and intelligence of the entire organization, but the key is that you, Gin, are the person in charge!

If he wants to mobilize resources in Tokyo, he should get your approval, Gin. How come now you have to submit the procedures to him even if you want to mobilize a helicopter?

As a boss, you didn’t even teach your subordinates what “the leader’s leader is not my leader” means?

In other words, Vodka is gifted and has realized this truth. He always asks Gin before anything else.

It is probably because of the insignificant "leadership style" he found in Vodka that Gin can tolerate Vodka's stupidity and keep him by his side.

Glenfiddich was making up his mind.

Only Gin, a regional leader, has reached this point, being decentralised to the point where he is on equal terms with Rum.

People always remember the first and not the second, just like politicians who only recognize the chief and not the deputy. To put it nicely, Rum is the second-in-command chosen by the boss, but to put it bluntly, isn't he just a mascot without real power?

Do you think he dares to extend his hand to New York?

Glenfiddich also holds two positions in New York. In addition to being the regional head, he is also the leader of the operations team, the same configuration as Gin, but he has never worried about the mission. Why should a mere deputy position waste his time?

If they can't move without him, then the action team can be declared useless. Since it's useless, then we have to replace the blood from top to bottom and find something useful.

If you do this a few more times, those who should be sensible will become sensible, and those who are not sensible will become sensible.

This is what a leader should do. How can a leader take over personally if his subordinates cannot finish the work?

In the same position, he can even find time to pick up Shirley from school and give himself leave from time to time to go out and play, while Gin makes himself so tired that he is neither human nor ghost. This is the difference in intelligence.

The difference in status between the two lies in the difference in their means.

Rum was able to make it to the intelligence department in Tokyo and become the one who has the final say. Do you think he dares to say a word in New York?

The Minister of Intelligence in New York is from Ireland. Glenfiddich told him to go east. Do you think he dares to go west?

Even when Glenfiddich was transferred, he dared to give the position of person in charge to Ireland. If Gin was transferred from Tokyo, do you think he would give Vodka the position or take him with him?

This is the wisdom of managing subordinates.

Although there is a big gap in IQ between Ireland and vodka, this is the truth.

The root of the matter is that Gin is not a leadership talent. He is only suitable for fighting and killing, and he lets others put a rope around his neck and tell him who to bite and how to bite.

Vermouth is essentially this kind of person.

Although these two people seem to have nothing to do with each other, in essence, they are the same type of people, lacking a sense of the overall situation and having a very narrow vision.

However, Vermouth is better than Gin. She has been in the entertainment industry for several years. Although she has the support of an organization, which has helped her avoid many detours, she still has some training. This woman just has no talent for crime.

Gin is much simpler. He has never encountered any good opportunities in his life. He just works hard and was the one who made his mark in the action team.

If the previous person in charge of Tokyo hadn't had some trouble and the position hadn't been vacant, he would have been just a team leader in the end. This was one of the few strokes of luck in his life.