Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"Hmph," Gin slowly took out a pistol from his clothes and put it against Yin Jiu's forehead, "It depends on whether you can produce any results, Gryffindor."

"Brother?" Vodka looked as if he had seen a ghost. How did Glenfiddich know their conversation? And brother, was he going to do it for real?

"That must have led to some results." Yin Jiu ignored the gun pressed against his forehead, walked slowly to the back, opened the car door, and looked serious.

"But what you said was too much. I think, Gin, our friendship is like a broken sailboat. If you don't fix it..."

"Then sink to the bottom!" Gin sneered disdainfully and put the gun aside.

"Why do you think so? What I mean is that if you don't save it, our sailboat will fall in love." Yin Jiu suddenly smiled, and an emotion called love emerged in his wine-red eyes.

Vodka's hand trembled, and the Porsche that had just started instantly moved in a Z shape.

A big # sign also popped up on Gin's forehead, and he picked up the SIG-P220 pistol he had just put down.

"Don't get excited." Yin Jiu looked at the other party's action of raising his gun again, and quickly restrained his expression, saying seriously and resolutely, "It's impossible for us. The age is not suitable."

"..."

Gin lit a cigarette for himself, and the bumpy road ahead was reflected in his dark green pupils.

"Glenfiddich, where are we going to eat today?" Vodka gave a simple smile, trying to save the bad atmosphere.

"Let's go eat some sushi on the conveyor belt." Yin Jiu glanced at his phone. "There's one in Beido Town. It's just right for dinner time if we go there now."

"Oh, by the way, let me call Baijiu Pharmaceutical. They can return the experimental subject to me."

"He wasn't killed by you?" Gin was surprised. As a person with more seniority in the organization, he always knew more than Vodka, not to mention that he was the one who sent the experimental subject over personally.

"Is that what I am in your eyes?"

Yin Jiu rolled his eyes. A vampire's physique would easily show some emotions such as excitement and bloodthirsty desire after seeing blood, but he was not the kind of person who had no self-control.

The original owner's body might have done some ridiculous things, but that was before the age of ten.

Isn’t it normal for children to have no self-control?

Besides, it happened so long ago, what does the original owner’s behavior have to do with him, Yin Jiu?

"After all, that test subject was once a rat of the organization. I thought someone handed him over to me so readily because he wanted to torture him through me, and then catch them all. But if you think it's better for this guy to die in my hands, I can go in and deal with him when I pass by the pharmaceutical factory later?"

"No need, leave it to Generick." Gin thought about it and realized that it was true. Glenfiddich's methods have always been unique. Asking now might really give him some unexpected gains.

"Okay," Yin Jiu nodded indifferently and lay back. He gained valuable experience after getting off the Shinkansen.

Human emotions can indeed be absorbed, but not just any emotions.

The experimental results did not surprise Yin Jiu. As a vampire, a dark creature, he mainly absorbed human fear and hatred.

Yin Jiu referred to the negative energy that could be absorbed by him as "emotional value".

The types of emotional values ​​are divided into emotions that humans directly feel towards Yin Jiu, and emotions that humans feel towards other people other than Yin Jiu.

That is, direct emotions and indirect emotions.

In short, the former acts directly on him and can be absorbed efficiently, while the latter can only be captured indirectly, so the conversion efficiency varies from person to person.

Based on the above conclusions, Yin Jiu made a more detailed energy ranking: absorbing direct emotional blood > direct emotional contact > absorbing indirect emotional blood > indirect emotional contact

In other words, the greatest benefit is to suck blood under the extreme fear or hatred of humans.

It really looks like the demon in the legend that brings disaster to mankind and feeds on humans.

In this detective world... the road ahead is long and arduous.

Yin Jiu held his forehead with his hand and sighed.

He looked up and saw the task list that Gin had taken out, and his eyes lit up, "Are there any more tasks tonight? How about taking me with you?"

"..."

-

Vodka didn't expect it to turn out like this.

On the shabby rooftop, Vodka held up a telescope and looked at the boy in a black bunny costume jumping on the street below.

Big brother actually brought Glenfiddich here!

Gin was quite accepting of this, he couldn't stop it and didn't want to stop it.

If more people work, the work can be finished earlier.

"Chianti, Cohen, aim at the target person." Gin commanded into the headset, "Bourbon is responsible for the back door."

The mission this time is an intelligence theft + assassination mission, and the target holds the identity information of the public security informant in this area.

The organization has been paying attention to this line for half a year, but only took action today because they were not sure where the files recording the informant's identity were placed.

For the organization, these informants are not ordinary informants, but special messengers directly under the name of the public security department who are undercover in other forces.

In other words, with this list of informants, the organization can easily follow the clues and use them to eliminate the public security undercovers within the organization.

For safety reasons, the public security department has also increased the confidentiality level of such informants, choosing not to record computer data files, and only using paper documents with official seals and stamps.

There are only three copies, which are kept at the public security headquarters, the highest level of Japan, and the profilers who are responsible for assessing the loyalty and background of informants.

This time the mission is to target one of the profilers.

"Hey, Gin, according to the plan, I am responsible for getting the information, right?" Bourbon's voice came through the headset, with a bit of nonchalance, "Don't waste time, go up and shoot now, and I can go in and get the things."

Bourbon crossed his arms over his chest, his face showing appropriate impatience, but he was actually very anxious in his heart.

Profilers are usually directly affiliated with the public security department. After observing the informant on weekdays, they will not directly contact the informant, but will record the data and report it for investigation, and then withdraw from the investigation mission.

So it is extremely difficult to be locked.

This time, it was completely accidental.

This profiler was obviously a young rookie. After seeing the bad habits that the informant was prone to, he pointed them out bluntly.

Unfortunately, the informant did not pay attention to the other party's reminder and instead exposed his identity, and the profiler was also exposed to the organization's vision.

The organization then monitored him for a period of time.

It was just as the investigation team had expected. This person was a rookie profiler, and he provided the address where the information might be hidden.

Therefore, the impatient Rum issued the mission immediately, and by the time Bourbon received the message, there were only two hours left before the mission started.

According to the original plan, Chianti and Cohen would be responsible for sniping, Bourbon would be responsible for taking the things out, and then Gin and Vodka would be responsible for detonating the bomb here, and everything would be over.

Gin is a very cautious person. He will definitely detonate the explosives as soon as Bourbon leaves the building. By then, the information will be in his hands first. As long as he throws some information in at the moment of the explosion and fire, he can save the lives of some people.

"There's a change of plan," Gin's cold voice sounded in the headset, "Glenfiddich will be responsible for bringing the information out."

"I see."

Toru Amuro's face darkened. His bad premonition came true. The plan was changed at the last minute, but no one informed him.

Is it his identity that is still suspected by Rum?

Or did the organization actually discover something?

Toru Amuro calmly observed the escape routes around him, looking for any possible members of the organization.

Glenfiddich.

It’s a very fresh code name. Is he a new member, or was he transferred from other places?

Glenfiddich, which was targeted by the fake liquor, had already turned a corner and transformed into a bat as big as a ping-pong ball, flying in the night sky without making any sound.

The person in the room was drowsy. He was lying on his back on the bed with his head propped up high with two pillows. The TV in front of him was playing a replay of Yoko Okino's variety show.

"Life is quite comfortable." The little bat that Yin Jiu transformed into stopped on the bedside table, looked at the man's profile who didn't notice this side at all, and clicked his tongue softly.

Then he picked up the keys on the bedside table with his paws and flew forward.

"Ding Dong!"

The key fell to the floor with a thud.

"Oh, I forgot that bats can't take off on flat ground." Yin Jiu yawned and turned back into human form, picking up a bunch of keys on the ground with his other hand.

"You! You!" The man suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed.