Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"What on earth are you doing in Hokkaido?" Wei Que walked forward and pulled Amuro Toru over with disgust, "You suddenly said you wanted to come here. Do you know that you have disrupted all your plans?"

"Really? That's a pity." Jundu waved his hand nonchalantly, as if he didn't care about the matter. But then he changed the subject: "But - don't forget, my mission level is higher than yours, so under certain special circumstances, you must give priority to and fully support my mission needs."

"Oh? So, respected Lord Jundu?" Wei Que deliberately dragged out the tone, and his words were full of provocation and disrespect, as if he was deliberately trying to anger the other party. "Could it be that this is the so-called 'special period'?"

"Of course." Facing Wei Que's questioning, Jun Du did not back down and gave an affirmative answer.

"Tsk - if that's the case, then may I ask what the great Lord Jundu is going to do? Do you need me to do your bidding?"

Although he said that he was willing to help, there was no respect on Wei Que's face. Instead, there was a hint of mockery and ridicule.

Cointreau was already accustomed to Wei Que's unruly attitude and did not dwell on it too much.

He leisurely tightened his coat, then slowly reached into the spacious pocket of his windbreaker and fumbled around. After a moment, he pulled out a neatly folded, soft and comfortable scarf.

Then, Cointreau slowly and gracefully wrapped the scarf around his neck, tied it carefully, and patted it gently, as if he was comforting a docile pet.

After doing all this, Jundu looked up at Wei Que, his mouth corners slightly raised with a barely perceptible smile, and said: "Don't worry, I don't need your help for now. But... if there is a real need in the future, I will definitely ask you for help without hesitation, and I hope you can actively cooperate then."

"Oh, of course, if that's what the boss wants, I will obey." Wei Que put his hands in his pockets, "I just wanted to ask, why are your pockets bulging? It turns out that you put such a ridiculous thing in them. Is it cold today?"

He looked at Toru Amuro with a threatening look.

Toru Amuro was speechless for a while. Can you two please not involve others in your fight?

Jundu himself cannot afford to offend Wei Que, and he is the direct leader of the training camp. Trying to please both sides is not effective at the moment, and it is easy to offend both sides.

Amuro Toru just felt a headache: "The wind and snow are a bit strong..."

Wei Que glared at him.

"But it's still relatively warm indoors," Amuro Toru changed his words.

He cautiously glanced at Jundu's expression out of the corner of his eye, praying silently in his heart that the other party would not be angry.

However, unexpectedly, Cointreau seemed very satisfied with his answer: "That's true, but I need to go out. Please help me arrange a car."

"Hey, did you walk here? Where's the car you took?" Although Wei Que was still adamant, he still picked up his phone and called the logistics department: "After you complete your mission, get out of here!"

Hearing Wei Que's words, Jun Du, who had already taken a step forward to leave, took back his foot: "Oh, your words reminded me that I still need an intelligence officer to cooperate with the mission. Lend me your people..."

"Don't push your luck, Jundu." Wei Que couldn't help but sneered, "I'm the only code member on our side. Do you want me to accompany you personally?"

"That's not necessary." Jun Du's tone was still as calm as water, "How could I have the courage to order Lord Wei Que to do anything?"

"Hmph, don't try to play tricks on me." Wei Que glared at Amuro Toru fiercely, then turned to Jun Du and said, "You just want to take Amuro Toru away. If you have something to say, just say it directly. Why beat around the bush like this?"

Then he waved his hand to signal Amuro Toru to follow Jundu, and warned him, "You must do your best in this mission. Don't let Tokyo think that our intelligence agents in Hokkaido are useless."

The innocent Toru Amuro had no room to refuse and could only follow Jundu with a fierce and wolf-like look in his eyes.

"Then I'll go first." Jundu was in a good mood. He nodded to Amuro Toru and motioned him to follow him.

Just as the two were about to disappear from sight, Wei Que said nonchalantly, "Tokyo is indeed good at gathering intelligence, but how about blasting technology? By the way, Cointreau, did you know that gentleman is planning to re-establish an equipment department in the logistics department?"

Hearing this, Cointreau's steps paused noticeably, but he quickly returned to normal as if nothing had happened: "I don't know."

Meanwhile, Burn Sawyer had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw a blond man following closely behind Cointreau, he couldn't help but feel curious, so he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Sir, who is this...?"

"Amuro Toru, he will participate in this mission." Jundu briefly introduced, and then looked at Bourne Sawyer, "You just need to take care of the safe house, and I will arrange for someone else to take over later."

"Toru Amuro, I'll email you the mission details." Seeing a car approaching in the distance, Jundu retracted his neck and quickly got in.

Toru Amuro and the other man also got in the car one after another. Bourne Sawyer consciously took on the role of driver, while Toru Amuro and Cointreau sat in the back seat of the car.

Jundu took out his phone and said to Amuro Toru, "Give me the line."

Toru Amuro did as he was told, and his phone soon vibrated with an incoming message. The moment he clicked on it, the interface froze.

Cointreau poked at his phone screen and complained, "Is it so cold that the phone is frozen? Why is it frozen?"

Amuro Toru opened the file and looked carefully. It was a hunting mission. The mission target was written as: [Bomore]

Toru Amuro had never heard of this person, but he knew that this was also a kind of Scotch whisky.

——Is it a coincidence?

Toru Amuro remembered that Whisky was also a kind of Scottish whisky.

"Who is Bomor? Did he betray the organization?" Amuro Tomo asked knowingly. Most of the codename members who were hunted down by the organization had only one reason, which was betrayal. "Or was he sent by the police?"

"I guess so." Jundu's eyes darkened, and he answered the question irrelevantly, "We are the same kind of people."

Pommer, Vieille, Cointreau...

They are all the same kind of people.