Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Seeing that Cointreau was laughing until tears came out of his eyes and even showing signs of respiratory alkalosis, Gin's face became even gloomier and his murderous intent almost materialized.

I’ve heard of people crying to the point of respiratory alkalosis, but I’ve never seen anyone laughing to that degree!

If looks could kill, the emperor and his subjects would have been cut into pieces by now.

Jun Du coughed twice and tried to hold back his laughter: “Haha…that gentleman…wants to see you…go quickly…hahahahahaha.”

Gin pulled out his dagger.

Cointreau bent over, smiled and waved at him: “Hurry… hurry up, the vodka is over there in the parking lot… I… hahahaha, I’ll go back first… hahahaha!”

He turned around with a big laugh, holding his waist to calm his breathing, and occasionally he could not help laughing.

Gin's temples were throbbing, but since the vodka had already arrived, indicating that the gentleman had been waiting for a long time, he didn't want to argue with Cointreau.

So he turned and went the other way.

Originally, he thought of picking a lucky store on the road to change clothes, but he didn't know that this area was full of abandoned factories. Not to mention changing clothes, it would be difficult to keep this blue sunflower shirt from getting dirty by coal dust.

So, when Vodka saw Gin's face getting even darker (physically + physiologically), he remembered that it was Cointreau who picked him up, so he didn't dare to ask what happened between the two of them and just started the car.

Karasuma Renya met Gin in a sanatorium. He did not blame him for anything. He only said that Gin's mission took too long and many arrangements in the Tokyo area could not be implemented.

Gin supported his knees and knelt on one knee, his golden hair falling on the clean white tiles.

"Yes, sir. I will make arrangements right away. This accident was caused by my negligence, and I promise it will not happen again in the future."

Karasuma Renya didn't notice the anger and bloodthirstiness in Gin's eyes. He was very satisfied with Gin's obedience. He nodded slightly: "I believe in you, Gin. You have always been my most satisfied child."

Gin kept his head down, with the shadow of his bangs covering half of his face, and he responded in a low voice.

"I've found an assistant for you in the Japanese region, Martell. He will help you manage the tasks here in the future." Karasuma Renya said in a flat tone.

Gin responded again: "Yes."

There was no dissatisfaction in his voice. Karasuma Renye was very satisfied: "Kundu applied for a mission in the United States. Vermouth has always cared about him. What do you think about this?"

The old man never likes us to get too close.

Gin's mind flashed back to Cointreau's frivolous and sarcastic words from three years ago.

The old man was really happy that they could work together as a team on important matters and start confronting each other as soon as the task was completed. He was so happy!

Gin deeply agreed with this at this moment. He only paused for a moment before showing his proper attitude of extreme disgust towards Cointreau: "I hope the power of the organization will not become worse because of Cointreau."

"Haha." Karasuma Renye smiled noncommittally, "Jundu has a childish temper, so don't bother with him."

"Yes."

"Since you are concerned about this, you can manage the situation as the US operations team sees fit."

Karasuma Renya gave the order.

United States?

Wasn’t that one of the important occasions when Rum and Vermouth fought?

Old people are black-hearted! (Cointreau)

Gin agreed.

"Okay, get up." Karasuma Renya thought he was forcing a kind smile, "Push me out for a walk. I think you won't refuse, right, good boy?"

Gin didn't really want to show off in this dress: "...It's my honor..."

When Gin left the sanatorium and planned to settle the score with Cointreau, he learned from Vodka that Cointreau had left Japan.

Vodka: "The plane that Cointreau took half an hour ago is now in the air."

Gin lit a cigarette irritably and depressedly, but had no intention of smoking it. Instead, he placed his hand on the window frame, letting the wind blow the cigarette butt into flickering colors.

"For the mission?" Gin asked.

Vodka: "He reimbursed the plane ticket, I think."

Gin sneered and said, "That's not it."

No matter what these two guys, Cointreau and Vermouth, do, they can always ask the organization to reimburse their bills under the banner of a mission.

But, this is none of his business, they can do whatever they want, Gin is just upset about being fooled.

That's all, I have absolutely no intention of being envious or jealous, absolutely!

Since the plane ticket can be reimbursed, then——

Gin said, "I purchased an Osprey, help me reimburse you."

They are all airplanes, no difference√

Vodka was confused: "Did Big Brother buy a new plane? Does he need someone to pick it up?"

"No, the money hasn't been paid yet, so you hit me first... Put it on Cointreau's account and let him buy it." Gin changed the subject and thought of a perfect way to get revenge.

Vodka agreed, and then complained to Gin, "I don't know what Cointreau means. Two helicopters are already leaving. Pisco asked me what I wanted it for yesterday."

Gin hummed and motioned for him to continue.

"I said, Cointreau said it was for the mission." Vodka added, "Pisco didn't say anything else, but... he looked very unhappy when he left."

Of course not.

Although the Black Organization is powerful, blatantly buying and selling weapons such as helicopters is still too conspicuous, especially within Japan.

Moreover, one of them has been scrapped, and I am afraid it will be difficult for the logistics weapons department to explain.

Gin remembered the money he had just entrusted to Vodka.

It depends on how Jundu acts, whether to directly inform them that the product is scrapped or to conceal it secretly.

Cointreau, who was far across the ocean, yawned twice involuntarily and rubbed his nose: Who is scolding me?

Xi, who was standing next to him, misunderstood something, pulled the blanket off him, and walked to Cointreau's seat.

Cointreau smiled and told him to cover himself and sleep.

The destination of this flight was the United States. Considering the unpleasant trip to the United States in his previous life, Jundu was actually very reluctant to come here.

However, on the one hand, this time he came to help Vermouth stabilize the situation, and secondly, he also came for one person.

——The computer genius who died young.