The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"call......"

Wisps of smoke drifted out of the windows of the black Porsche 356A.

Gin reached out and shook off the ash from his cigarette, then glanced indifferently at the bottle of vodka on the driver's seat next to him.

Although he didn't seem to have any emotions, Vodka, who knew his elder brother well, keenly sensed some impatience.

He quickly checked the time on his phone.

9:45am.

Obviously, it's not the agreed time yet, but anyway, my brother would definitely prefer to make full preparations in advance.

"Uh...how about I give them a call to urge them?"

Vodka asked uncertainly.

Gin made a "tsk" sound and didn't nod, but he didn't object either.

This made Vodka even more undecided.

Also in the other two cars parked in the parking lot, sitting in the car park were Cohen Chianti and Mizunashi Rena, who couldn't help but feel curious.

They arrived early, an hour ago, and got to know each other.

However, Vodka learned that a few people had not arrived yet.

Now seeing that Gin looked annoyed but not really angry, Mizunashi Rena couldn't help but become very interested in the remaining people.

Just as Vodka was struggling with the dilemma, a Mazda finally arrived and stopped side by side with them.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't expect everyone to come so early."

Bourbon rolled down the window and smiled apologetically.

"Not long after I left the house, I was harassed by a talent scout on the street. It took me some effort to get rid of him."

Gin frowned and interrupted impatiently: "Could it be that you have been exposed and are being targeted by some suspicious bugs?"

"Don't worry, I've survived to this day, so I naturally have my own way." Bourbon was not angry. Instead, he smiled sinisterly, with a wolf-like fierce look flashing in his eyes.

"At least we're not late, and there's still some time for us to communicate with each other." Bourbon handed a few business cards to Cohen, Chianti and Kiel. They were from his Amuro Detective Agency.

Cohen was a dull, long-faced man. Although he looked neither young nor old, for some reason his short hair had become sparse and gray.

He took the business card blankly and nodded. After a long time, he smiled shyly as if he suddenly realized something and said thank you dryly.

Chianti took the business card, looked at it over and over again, and casually inserted it into the gap between his chest, generously expressing his willingness to take care of the handsome guy's business.

Although Mizunashi Rena felt that the mobilization meeting before the action was a little different from what she had expected, after thinking it over she took out her business card as the host and conducted some business exchanges.

Gin, who was watching this scene, was speechless for a moment.

Then he lit another cigarette in frustration.

With this group of guys...will this operation really go smoothly?

Vodka, on the other hand, was in high spirits.

The new teammates all seem very friendly, so there shouldn't be any big problems.

In Vodka's simple opinion, the ability of teammates is not very important. No matter how strong they are, they can't be stronger than the big brother.

As long as you have a good personality and don't be a difficult person who affects Big Brother C, that's fine.

Ahem, don't think too much about it, he was just speaking from his heart, he wasn't plotting anything behind anyone's back...

Vodka thought about it, and suddenly looked around guiltily. He didn't see the tall and thin ghostly figure, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, the powerful roar of the engine came from far away and seemed to explode in my ears in the blink of an eye.

Vodka's hands on the steering wheel froze.

呲————

Along with a teeth-grinding friction sound, the faint smell of burning brought by the high temperature rushed into everyone's nostrils.

A streamlined black muscle sports car drifted and stopped sideways, firmly standing next to Gin's precious Porsche 356A.

The two were very close to each other, almost only within the distance of a fist. If there had been the slightest mistake just now, Gin would probably have to start worrying about returning to the factory to repaint.

You know, this model was discontinued as early as the last century, and it is very troublesome to repair it.

"Wow, there are quite a few people here."

The car window rolled down, and Glenfiddich said with a smile, without any embarrassment for being late.

In the back seat, Vermouth was looking very upset as she took out a hand mirror and touched up her makeup.

She had originally planned to put on makeup in the car to save time, so she went to bed a little late last night and got up a little late today.

I thought I had planned everything fine, but when I went downstairs I saw this guy called Glenfiddich.

Then she realized that she had been thinking too much yesterday.

Anyone who can put makeup on a Glenfiddich is truly amazing!

I can even give up the title of the Thousand-Faced Witch!

"You'd better check what time it is." Gin had a cold face and was constantly emitting cold air from his body. If it were summer now, maybe they wouldn't even need to turn on the air conditioner in the car.

"Let me see... 10 o'clock in the morning, very punctual."

Grenfiddich looked innocent.

When these last two "big name" members arrived, the others were also looking at them.

Cohen and Chianti are fine. They are members of the gin team. They occasionally see Glenfiddich when they are on missions, and they are not strangers to Vermouth.

But to Bourbon and Kiel, the existence of these two people is very mysterious.

Bourbon is a little better. I have met Glenfiddich twice. I also received news about it when Vermouth came to Japan. I saw it from afar and paid special attention to related news afterwards.

But Kiel was completely in the dark about these two people.

Especially when she saw that they arrived so late and Gin just made a lukewarm mocking remark without even pulling out his gun, she became even more curious about the identities and status of these two people.

You know, Gin's favorite thing is to take out his Beretta from time to time and point it at people.

Just as the newlyweds were secretly observing the two, Vodka, who had been nervous, finally relaxed.

Since you're not late, there's no problem.

He didn't dare to call Glenfiddich to urge them, for fear of being told, "Ah? I haven't left yet."

Or "Action? What action?"

Fortunately, Glenfiddich gave some face and didn't do anything fancy.

"Now that we have gathered, let's proceed according to the plan. The action plan sent to you has been clearly planned."

Gin put out his cigarette, the coldness on his body subsided a lot, and he spoke.

No one spoke, including Gryffindor, and everyone followed his instructions.

Oh, there is an exception.

Vermouth moved the hand mirror closer without caring, pursed her lips, and carefully compared the effects of the two lipsticks.

Gin turned his head slightly to look at her, but she didn't care.

Ever since Glenfiddich confronted her, she had been in a very strange state.

All in all, there is a feeling that I don't want to work hard anymore, and the overall trend seems to be turning into a person who just wants to have fun.