Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

In a corner of Yokohama Port, a dilapidated, leaky hut stands alone.

The cold wind howled past, making the rotten window shake and make clanging sounds from time to time. The wind and snow poured into the house mercilessly, piling up a thin layer of snow on the wooden table near the window.

Vodka walked to the wall and gently pushed open the secret door. Behind the door was an extremely narrow space, just enough for one person to stand sideways. The wall that should have been hung with weapons was now empty, and there were still a few shells on the ground. Vodka bent down to pick up one of them and looked at it carefully against the light.

With years of experience, he recognized at a glance that these were bullets from the black market. Looking at the dust around them and the degree of oxidation on the shell surface, he roughly judged that these bullets were used about seven or eight years ago.

The sea breeze, with its strong salty and musty smell, blew into Vodka's nose, causing him to sneeze loudly. While rubbing his nose, he cast his eyes on the man who was smoking with one foot on a wooden chair - Gin.

"Brother, there is nothing else found here." Vodka's voice was particularly clear in the silent little house.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes whistled past, and the smell of smoke was blown away without a trace in an instant.

Gin's dazzling golden hair fluttered in the wind. Hearing the sound, he raised his hand slightly, gently extinguished the cigarette at his fingertips, and without leaving a word, walked out of the dilapidated little house.

This cabin was once a safe house for the organization, but it has been abandoned for a long time.

Vodka was a little confused by Gin's sudden arrival, but he always obeyed his elder brother's orders, so he didn't ask any questions.

Looking at Gin's departing back, Vodka followed and quickly got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Gin sat in the passenger seat, staring at the scenery outside the window expressionlessly. At this moment, he was frozen like a sculpture, silent, with a frightening indifference on his face.

For a man like Gin who never shows his emotions, this state undoubtedly means that he is in a bad mood.

As someone who has followed gin for many years, Vodka easily judged this with his keen observation and understanding of gin's personality.

Gin didn't tell Vodka where to go, so Vodka drove towards the suburbs of Tokyo according to Gin's habit.

Along the way, there was a suffocating silence in the car, and there was no verbal communication between the two.

Only the sound of the wheels rolling over the ice and snow, mixed with the sound of the wind like a woman's sobbing, kept echoing in my ears. The sound of the wind seemed to be telling something, but it was elusive.

The tire ran over a small stone, causing the vehicle to bump up and a gust of cold wind to blow in from nowhere.

Gin noticed it keenly, and as his eyes swept across the car, he made an impatient "tsk" sound.

This car has been with him for nearly ten years, and it has witnessed his growth and transformation. However, it is no longer young, and various problems have arisen one after another.

Gin's knuckles tapped the car window lightly, as if he was lost in some kind of contemplation. His eyes became blurry, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the past, recalling every little bit of the past.

The image of Vermouth flashed in his mind. She threw the car keys into his arms and added, "I didn't want to give it to you, but he said he wanted to give it to you after all."

The wind and snow outside the window gradually subsided, and the asphalt road gradually turned into concrete.

Gin suddenly asked Vodka: "Has Cointreau arrived in Hokkaido?"

"We've arrived. I saw Wei Que's logistics application, which was for Jun Du to request cleanup personnel. But brother, Jun Du requested fifty units of explosives this time. Isn't that a bit too conspicuous?"

Gin's face suddenly turned gloomy. He turned his head, stared at Vodka with cold eyes, and asked sternly: "What did you say? Cointreau applied for explosives?"

Vodka was startled by Gin's gaze and quickly lowered his head and said, "Uh... yes, big brother. Cointreau's report said that the target of this mission is a codenamed member, and he is also an experimental subject. It may be difficult to kill him with ordinary methods, so so much explosives are required... The logistics department has also approved it."

Gin frowned, "Nothing else to add to Cointreau?"

Vodka shook his head.

Gin took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth in annoyance: Cointreau has only been away from the base for a short time, and he has started doing such mystical things. As expected, we can't let that woman Vermouth get close to us...

"Brother, do you want me to send an email to inquire about the situation?" Vodka asked uncertainly, "After all, Cointreau listens to you more. If you ask in person, it may be more effective..."

"No need, just let him be." Gin snorted, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile, "If he is really stupid enough to expose his whereabouts to those policemen, then he can only blame himself. At that time, he'd better die cleanly and don't let me clean up the mess."

Having said that, Gin couldn't help but open the software that connected to Cointreau's vital signs.

After all, Jundu was cultivated by the organization with a lot of resources. He is the property of the organization. If he dies so easily, it will be a loss for the organization.

Yes, that must be the case! The reason why I pay attention to the situation of Cointreau is not for any other reason, but purely for the benefit of the organization.

Thinking of this, Gin felt at ease. He tilted his head slightly to make himself more comfortable, then called the person in charge of the equipment department of the Hokkaido Logistics Group: "What kind of ammunition support does Cointreau need? Give me a list for review first."

The head of the equipment department of the Hokkaido Logistics Group was confused. He couldn't understand the thoughts of the senior executives and didn't want to get involved in the struggle, but Gin had a high position in the organization, so he had no choice but to agree, and he agreed hurriedly.

Not long after, Gin received an email on his mobile phone, which was Cointreau's expenses in the past few days.

This person is quite efficient, and if you are in a good mood, you can assign him to work under you.

Gin browsed the data with satisfaction and began to plan his own forces silently in his mind.