Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Relying on his black clothes which made it easy to hide, he carefully hid under a tree, observing the black dots that were gradually becoming clearer.

As the helicopter got closer, the noise in my ears became louder and louder.

Gin recognized it as an Osprey, but the identity of the person flying the Osprey was unclear.

You have to know that the one chasing him is a high-ranking member of the organization, and his location for seeking help will be exposed to that person. If he is not careful, Gin will walk into a trap.

Seeing the helicopter hovering above the sea and the people inside showing no intention of leaving or coming down to search, Gin clenched the dagger in his hand.

This is a very bad situation.

Is the other party waiting for you to show up, or is it just a simple test?

Otherwise, how could the island be located so clearly?

The helicopter gradually rose higher, but from the sound, it did not leave. Instead, it circled around the not-so-big island, as if searching.

Gin was brainstorming, but the antique computer in his hand vibrated for a moment.

Gin observed the environment and confirmed that the helicopter had temporarily gone far away, so he walked towards the dense vegetation and opened the screen.

But then I saw another line of white words:

[Don't hide it, we're running out of gas! ]

"Give!"

Gin subconsciously raised his hand to take it, and a small cube wrapped in tinfoil appeared in his hand.

"What is it?" Gin asked.

"Chocolate." The man in the driver's seat said briefly. He adjusted the position of the communication headset and pressed the button for automatic driving.

Then he turned to look at Gin, his eyes shining on his purple and gold eyes, making them look as clear as glass beads.

"Gin, we have to change another plane later." He said this, with a hint of laughter and teasing in his tone, "Why don't you tell me now why you are in such a mess?"

Gin, who refused to admit his embarrassment, had just peeled off the tin foil. The black chocolate was almost melted and did not look very appetizing.

Gin didn't even look at him, he just put the tinfoil back on and said, "You don't know?"

He threw the chocolate aside and tapped the computer beside him: "This? You don't know? No need to pretend to be Cointreau."

"Well. I'm just confirming it." Jundu's smile remained unchanged. "As for this, I'll find another opportunity to explain it - what are you doing?"

While talking and laughing, Gin had already placed the dagger across Cointreau's neck. The coldness in his eyes had already materialized, as cold as the ice and snow in the polar regions, and his eyes seemed to be poisoned: "Now, Cointreau, about this computer, about your hacking ability and--"

"Do you know anything about what happened fourteen years ago?" Gin put the dagger close to Cointreau's neck, and drops of blood instantly seeped out from his skin and flesh. "Tell me the truth, otherwise, you will only be fed to the fish."

"Why are you like this? I just saved you." Jundu looked innocent, but seeing the cold dagger digging deeper and deeper, his smile gradually faded and his expression became serious. "To get along in the organization, you must have skills that others don't know. I taught myself programming. As for this computer, it just happened that I saw the last mission you applied for. As for what happened fourteen years ago, I was younger than you at that time. You didn't know anything about it, so how could I know?"

"Coincidentally?" Gin repeated, words with malice and murderous intent falling from his lips, "He happened to know my mission, happened to know that I would get it, and happened to be able to control this antique from fourteen years ago, and finally happened to save me..."

"Cointreau, don't treat others as fools." Gin put his other hand behind Cointreau's left ear and threatened him with a dagger in his left hand. From a distance, it looked like the two were hugging each other.

"See how much you can believe it." Jundu's tone also turned cold, "You suspect that I'm going to kill you, it's better to suspect that you're planning to commit suicide."

What kind of analogy is this? Gin sneered: "Who do you think you are?"

"At least, I have no reason to harm you now." Jundu lowered his eyes slightly, and his bright eyes became dim. "You don't have to start guarding so early."

Gin's hand on the side of his neck gradually began to exert force, compressing the carotid sinus and causing Cointreau's vision to go dark.

"Where did the plane come from?" Gin controlled his strength to prevent Cointreau from falling into coma quickly.

This slightly suffocating feeling made Cointreau's breathing shortness: "I received a mission and applied for two planes. You know, Pisco doesn't care about these, and Vodka is on your side."

"Where's the other guy?" He can't fly two planes by himself.

"Killed him off. I'll deal with him once he gets to his location."

Gin loosened his grip and removed the dagger from Cointreau's neck.

Jundu subconsciously touched it with his hand, only to feel it was wet. He raised his hand and saw that his palm was blood red.

He wiped his hands on his shirt in an ungraceful manner, leaving no trace on the black shirt.

"Rum hasn't made any other moves in the past few days. I guess he hasn't planned to do anything completely yet." Cointreau tore the hem of his shirt and wrapped it around his neck as a bandage. "However, your power in the Tokyo District will be reduced."

"Where's Vermouth?" Gin asked her, "Did she contact you?"

"Yes, you are currently on a mission in the organization and you are out of contact. I'm afraid she has contributed a lot." Cointreau looked at the coordinates, "Fortunately you didn't bring vodka this time, otherwise it would be even more troublesome."

He grumbled, as if he was a little dissatisfied: "Martell came over and assigned me a lot of tasks, even though I am not under his jurisdiction."

"Power? Just take it back." Gin wiped his dagger, "The organization needs fresh blood, be careful not to let the rat in, Cointreau."

"Of course." Cointreau smiled confidently, "Remember to leave me one or two that can be used."

"It depends." Gin snorted coldly.

The plane fell into a long silence, and the two did not speak to each other again until they changed planes on another small island and returned to Japan.

As soon as they got off the plane, the two of them tacitly put on sullen faces.

Cointreau nodded slightly at Gin, his expression somewhat provocative.

Gin's dark face was most likely real. Even though he was wearing a casual shirt kindly provided by Cointreau, the murderous aura around him showed no sign of dissipating.

The big sunflower on his shirt made Gin look even worse, but his handsome face suppressed his terrifying aura.

In short, the scene of a man wearing a shirt with three blooming sunflowers printed on it, his golden hair shining in the sun, and the flowers making it even more brilliant, is quite pleasing to the eyes.

It would be nice if that handsome guy could be as lively as that guy who laughs so hard that he can’t straighten his back and looks like a shrimp - but of course, not so crazy.

Cointreau's desire for revenge was greatly satisfied when he saw Gin changing his clothes helplessly and humiliatingly.

He had been enduring this all the way, fearing that if he laughed on the plane, Gin would kill him to silence him and then throw his body into the sea to feed the fish.

Now, even though there are no passers-by here due to his deliberate arrangement, Gin will not do anything excessive under the nose of that gentleman in Japan.

Of course, there will be no shortage of difficulties and harm afterwards.

But--

Life is short, enjoying the present moment is the most important thing!