The Split-Actress in Conan's World

It’s not that Glenfiddich discriminates against gin because it is uncultured or anything, it’s just a pity that this talented person is placed in an inappropriate position.

In other words, he was the person in charge of Tokyo. If he had been the person in charge of New York, the organization would probably have collapsed within a few years.

New York is not like Tokyo. The FBI, CIA and ICPO are all keeping an eye on that place. It is not on the same level as Japan's slow-witted Metropolitan Police Department, half-lame Public Security Bureau and blind Self-Defense Forces.

They are not the most difficult to deal with. In fact, the gangs behind the local police station are the most difficult to deal with. After all, thanks to the gun culture, it is these gangs that cooperate most closely with the largest local arms dealers. When they collude with the state government, it is not a big problem even if they pull out RPGs in the street. If you are lucky, you can even see heavy tanks parading in the streets.

Dealing with these forces is different from the minor conflicts in Japan. A fight could happen at any time, unlike the Self-Defense Forces where you can't see their shadow for half an hour.

The reason why Gin and others can run rampant in Tokyo is that the firepower resources provided by the organization are far greater than the local inherent resources, and the organization's energy of infiltrating the political circles has not been used much in this regard.

It’s different in New York. It’s not just about who has more firepower.

When the forces have reached this point, fighting and killing is no longer a means of solving problems, but a form of entertainment for fun.

We are all decent people and prefer civilized ways, so we talk more about business with each other. After all, everyone gets hurt in fighting, and only by sitting at the card table and making other people's money together can it be considered a win-win situation.

During the more than ten years that he has settled in New York, he has not missed any opportunities and has enjoyed many dividends of the times. Except for some hardship in the beginning when his family business was still small, everything has been smooth sailing since then.

After operating for so many years, the city of New York has more or less had their shadow behind it. Rather than calling them a terrorist organization, other forces prefer to view them as an alternative mafia enterprise.

After all, those old-line gangs cooperated very happily with him when they teamed up to suck the blood of the FBI.

If we say that those people from the FBI were targeting them with an attitude of elimination at the beginning, after so many years, it has long since turned into a kind of exclusion similar to a warning, which is mainly a means of dealing with the conflict of interest between them.

It is no longer realistic to talk about complete eradication now. Doing so would only spark local wars and paralyze New York's economy.

He controls one-tenth of the businesses in New York.

With everything already decided, the FBI's silent resistance was as soft as a kind of coquettishness, which only aroused Granfiddi's desire, thereby deepening cooperation with other gangs and sucking blood from them.

If he hadn't retained his bad habit of making a big noise, the FBI would have stayed away and run back to Washington long ago.

That is to say, the stubborn Shuichi Akai still stayed in New York with that group of old, weak and sick people.

Thinking of Shuichi Akai, Glenfiddich felt regretful again.

It would be great if he had a talent like Gin under him!!

Just let him take the position of leader of the action team, and then he can go out and have fun without any worries.

By then he will have free time, and in a few years he might be able to turn New York into his own backyard.

If this personnel transfer had not happened, he would still be the person in charge of New York, and with some effort he might be able to convince the boss to transfer Gin over.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Shirley was too talented and was noticed by the boss. She was transferred to the peaceful Japan to do research. This also alarmed Shuichi Akai, who smelled some trouble and came all the way to Tokyo without even saying hello.

Although he is now Gin's boss.

Alas, I can only say that Shuichi Akai loves gin too much.

Glenfiddich sighed.

But I have to praise Shuichi Akai for his sharp nose. If this guy hadn't come to Tokyo, he really wouldn't know what reason he could use to apply for a transfer.

How could we let Shirley, whom we raised with great difficulty, go abroad to work without any worries?

Glenfiddich called over a young man in a grey and brown vest and asked where the inn kept its fishing gear.

The younger brother took him to a small house in the corner. There were many tools piled inside. It looked like a storage room.

There was a corner dedicated to fishing gear, including fishing rods, floats, bait and other items, as well as fishing nets. He even saw some equipment that was suspected to be used for electrofishing.

There is no need to be so violent, otherwise he could just use a bomb, which is much more useful than a stun gun.

Picking a relatively young fishing rod, Glenfiddich bent it with force, and the rod obediently bent into a half moon without much resistance.

It has good toughness and shouldn't break easily.

He walked out of the utility room with the fishing rod, and told the younger brother who had brought him here to prepare some bait. Then he found a not-so-high rock wall along the shore, cast the hook casually, and waited for the fish to bite.

He wasn't very good at it, but that didn't matter, he didn't expect to gain anything anyway, he just wanted to relax on a whim.

However, although he did not hold out any hope, he was not like the legendary Jiang Taigong. He still retained some respect for the sacred cause of fishing.

Quietly waiting for news from Gin, Glenfiddich opened the folding chair he brought, sat on it comfortably, and closed his eyes to rest.

......

"This dose of anesthetic will take about thirty minutes to metabolize. Let them live a little longer, and take advantage of this time to see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net."

Gin took out the cigarette box, rubbed the corners of the box with his fingers twice, hesitated for a moment, and then suppressed the impulse and planned to put it back into his pocket.

But halfway through, he thought about it again, changed his action, took out a cigarette, and lit it skillfully.

call--

I only smoked two today, and there was no need.

Even though only five hours have passed today.

Gin's mind became clearer, and he looked down at the captives who had fainted in the corner.

They are the "snakeheads" who secretly transport the FBI in and out of Japan. They have no leader, but are backed by several Japanese families that have vested interests in the FBI. They each send their own representatives to run this den together.

Although it wouldn’t take long for the people behind these people to get the news after their deaths, it would still be a long time before the decision-makers finished negotiating and wrangling.

As long as these capitalist rogues don't feel the threat is fatal enough, they will do anything for their own interests. The FBI does not hold their lifeline, but is just blackmailing them with some minor things. Although they dare not go against them openly, they are just rebelling in disguise, and these families must be happy to do so.

"Boss, we're all there." Vodka checked the place from top to bottom, making sure that the place had been searched thoroughly and there was nothing left to hide.

There are six people in total, which is consistent with the description in the intelligence.

Gin nodded and took out a metal box from his pocket. "Feed them when the time is right. Make sure they have nice postures and don't be too deliberate."

"By the way, give Glenfiddich a call and ask him to come over to work."

After saying that, he walked out with a cigarette between his legs.

"Oh." Vodka responded.

Gin walked out of the room, went up the stairs to the second floor, found a window with a good view and leaned against it, half relaxing and half guarding the door to prevent anyone with no tact from breaking in and causing trouble.

call--

The misty white smoke lightly hit the glass, and Gin was distracted for a moment.

Everything about Vodka is fine except his brain, which he always seems to work slower than others.

Speaking of which, I brought so many A drugs with me this time, and the report I had to write was so troublesome...

It's obviously just a poison, but it's so restrictive to use, which makes people irritated.

It seems like nothing good will come of being associated with that woman Shirley.

Well, although Glenfiddich's words were a bit harsh, many of them were not wrong. He was indeed a little uneasy during the time when Shirley disappeared, fearing that he would make a big mistake for the first time in so many years.

But the boss didn't talk to him afterwards, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

He said, in an organization like this, who can't survive without? Glenfiddich took himself and Shirley too seriously, and in fact, no one was special.

No one understands organization better than Gin.

When he was working in the operations team, Glenfiddich was already the head of New York. After so many years, he has become the top boss in Tokyo. Isn't Glenfiddich still the same?

No improvement at all...Oh, that's not right.

Forgot, he is not even the person in charge now, but just an "extra staff member" in his team.

I wonder if he ever thought that this day would come?

Gin sneered in his heart. He had long been annoyed with these so-called "seniors", such as Pisco, Vermouth, Glenfiddich...

Isn't it just that he has been in the organization a few years longer than Gin and is a few years older?

How could a position earned through years of experience be as solid as the one he had earned through hard work, task by task? In the past five years, he had completed no less than four-digit targets, and his mission success rate was as high as 95.7%! !

Top in all regions!

Overcome all the others!

This era is the era of young people after all, haha... like some old woman who relies on her looks to pretend to be young and deceive her young subordinates...

What kind of old man is this who relies on the information gap brought by his position to make his subordinates complete his targets without knowing it...

They should all go to their graves and sleep like that old man Pisco!

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong with the place he was leaning on.

Gin took two steps back, away from the window, with a doubtful look on his face.

This window...why does it feel a bit unsettled when I lean against it?

He moved closer and observed it carefully for a while, and his sharp insight enabled him to quickly realize the problem.

"It was taken down before..."

The window was not firmly fixed, but was only glued to the wall with adhesive.

The screws that seemed to be tightened were actually cut in half. Although they were inserted into the frame of the glass window, they were not screwed into the wall at all!

He spent a long time staring at this thing?