[Conan] Scenery and Light and Wine

Things have been a little weird in Moscow lately.

Kenzo Masuyama opened the window of the hotel and looked at the figures walking on the street. After thinking about it, he closed the window and said to another person in the room: "Wait another day, if there is no news of our goods tomorrow , and return to Japan immediately."

The other person seemed indifferent, and nodded casually. Two strands of long silver hair fell out with his movements, and he picked them up with his fingers wearing half-finger gloves and threw them back behind his back.

It was a boy who looked somewhere between a teenager and a teenager, with dark green eyes like a hunter's.

"I'm only responsible for killing all those who dare to attack the organization. You can arrange the schedule. Don't make mistakes, Pisk."

Kenzo Masuyama, code-named Pisco, frowned, and had some complaints about the member sent by the organization to cooperate with him.

But it's hard for him to say anything. Although this person is not very old, he is already an operative with a code name like Gin.

This is a natural killer with a decisive killing intent, and he is just a businessman who has some cooperative relationship with the organization, so there is no need to quarrel with him.

They came to Russia this time for a batch of arms.The red behemoth has just disintegrated for only seven or eight years, and the black market is full of rats stealing food.

They have obtained a lot of good things here in the past two years. Kenzo Masuyama is a director of an automobile company. With the help of his company's overseas business, sending some "auto parts" back to China can only be said to be a piece of cake.

tuk tuk.Someone knocked on their door, and a very young voice came in vaguely: "Room service."

"unnecessary……"

Kenzo Masuyama refused in a deep voice, since he had already hung a Do Not Disturb sign on the door, why would there be a waiter with no eyesight to ask.

"I'm sure you'll need it, sir. You've lost something, haven't you?"

The voice outside the door smiled softly, as if everything was under control.

The visitor is not good.Kenzo Masuyama met Gin's gaze, Gin sneered silently, held the gun in his hand, and walked to the door to look at the door mirror.

The person outside was about his age, and he was also a boy transforming into a man, but compared to the strong bloody smell of gin, he looked more like an ordinary school student.

Gin shook his head at Pisk.The man was empty-handed, unarmed, and alone, not much of a threat.

Kenzo Masuyama squinted his eyes and motioned for Gin to open the door, intending to meet this rash visitor for a while.

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Masuyama, or should I call you Mr. Pisk?"

The boy outside the door was not surprised by the opening of the door. He walked in calmly and stood in the muzzle of the gin, and closed the door politely: "Sorry, I just learned Japanese and I am not very proficient. I hope I can Correctly convey my intention to you."

The boy was dressed in a neat shirt uniform, like a top student in school.He pushed his glasses, and there was nothing in his gray eyes, he just said softly: "I will send you a gift to show my sincerity, and I hope you can introduce your boss to me."

Only then did Masuyama Kenzo realize that their conversation about room service just now had been conducted in Japanese.

And they are in Moscow, and the waiter should speak English, if not Russian.

His identity had been seen through from the very beginning, and this person came for them.

Kenzo Masuyama waved his hand at Gin, Gin put away his gun with a cold snort, and stood leaning against the wall, always on guard for anyone who came.

"What would you like to give me, child?"

The gray-eyed boy smiled and reported an address: "Your shipment is here, you can contact to confirm."

"How do I know it's not a trap?"

Kenzo Masuyama had actually believed the boy's words, but he couldn't easily reveal his hand during the negotiation.

"I'm Lemuel, maybe you'll know who I am by saying that."

Lemuel, a fallen angel described in the book of Enoch, the mentor of the apostates.When the boy said this title, Kenzo Masuyama knew who he was.

"Mikhail's son, the little master of Black Sand, you are a very popular figure in the black market."

Masuyama Kenzo no longer called this man a child.

Black Sand is the leading organization of Russia's underground black market, controlled by Mikhail, a man whose name means "like God".

The organization of arms smuggling business in Russia cannot escape the hands of Heisha, and it is inevitable to collect information about Heisha.

Remuel was a little emotional about Kenzo Masuyama's statement, and frowned a little, as if disgusted.

"I can understand that Heisha withheld our things, and now you are giving them away as a favor?"

Masuyama Kenzo was not in a hurry to confirm the whereabouts of the ammunition, but observed the boy's expression just now, and said tentatively.

"Of course not, sir." The disgust quickly disappeared in a light smile, he raised his eyes to look directly at Kenzo Masuyama, his voice was soft but firm: "I said this is a gift, and I will never discount it." .After tonight, there will be no more black sand flowing under Russia."

The boy's calm words conveyed a frightening amount of information, Masuyama Kenzo subconsciously held his breath, and quickly reacted to look at Gin.

Gin understood, and went to Lemiel's side to take care of him.Kenzo Masuyama went to the window, took out his mobile phone and whispered to someone.

"You said the Heisha meeting is over tonight?"

Gin sat in the chair next to Lemuel, and didn't intend to tell him to sit down. He took out his cigarette and bit it, lit it with the match provided by the hotel, and took a deep breath.

"..."

What's the reaction?Did you not hear him or did you simply ignore him?Gin glared at Lemuel, who was still smiling at Pisk just now, but now stared at him expressionlessly, feeling his hands a little itchy.

"That's right..." Lemuel nodded slowly, he looked at the gin, and explained his rudeness just now, "Except for my father, no one dared to smoke in front of me for a long time. Not suitable."

Something wrong?It's fine if you're a gangster and don't smoke, but why don't others smoke in front of him?

Gin was very disdainful of this prudish attitude, and deliberately took a mouthful of smoke and spit it on Lemuel's face.

Lemuel narrowed his gray eyes and met him expressionlessly.

Kenzo Masuyama came over in time, interrupting the tense atmosphere between the two of them.He handed the phone to Lemiel, and conveyed in a complicated and amazed tone: "BOSS is willing to talk to you."

"Thank you very much for your recommendation, Mr. Masuyama. Sure enough, the knowledge of the elderly is more reliable than that of children of my age."

Lemiel bluntly praised a handful of Masuyama Kenzo, and by the way stepped on a gin that was about his age.

"Hello, I'm Shulan Krasnodar. But everyone usually calls me Remiel. You can call me by your name. I don't know how you want me to call you?"

Lemuel calmly faced Gin's glaring gaze, took the phone and spoke humbly to the unidentified transaction partner on the other side.

"Hello, child. We will discuss the address later. You brought me a very good gift. Although the value is not high, it is very thoughtful. It's just that I am more curious about another piece of news you brought me. You What do you want to get from me with it?"

"Frankly speaking, I want to change jobs." Although he knew that the man on the other side of the phone could not see, Remiel still showed a sincere smile, "The collapse of the sand castle is my work to show you my ability. I want to leave Russia, where to go It will be all right."

The voice on the other side of the phone didn't appear, and he didn't know if he was thinking or waiting for Lemiel to show him more sincerity.

Still a young man after all.Remiel was silent for a moment, put away the smile on his face, and said in a low voice: "I have known about your organization, you have the best medical resources in the world in your hands, I have a younger sister, I need her to live .”

A chuckle came from the phone, as a nod to Lemuel's willingness to hand over his weakness, and the conversation continued: "Why don't you give me that sandcastle, kid? Maybe its destruction will show your hand. But a ruin It would have been worthless without it."

"I'm sorry, but I hate it." There was no expression on Lemiel's face. He confessed his thoughts without any concealment. "My father and I, only one can survive."

"Are you not afraid that I will tell Mikhail about this?"

"My actions have already begun, so I'm not afraid that he will be on guard." Lemuel laughed out of hatred, and regained his ease of control, "My father is old and cunning, and I am younger, so it is better for you use, don't you?"

"You are very smart. But I regret your unwillingness to hand over the sandcastle to me. You could have gotten a code name at the same level as Qin, and as Brandy became the cornerstone of the organization. But you rejected me, I can only I have lowered my expectations of you."

"In any case, I will use it for you." Lemuel smiled, knowing that this meant a successful interview, showing some cunning of a young man, "And I also need something to save my life, please forgive my little selfishness."

"I hope you can do what you say. Now you can call me BOSS, my cognac."

"As you wish, BOSS."

From now on, the person named Kaya bowed his head, greeted his invisible new boss, and returned the phone that had been hung up to Kenzo Masuyama.

"In the future, I will be a colleague. I owe the team building activities. I will deal with some personal matters first."

Neither Masuyama Kenzo nor Gin asked what his private affairs were.It's like neither of them actually expected to do any team building activities with him.

The boy closed the door for the two of them as politely as when he came, without the slightest sound of his footsteps.It was as if the person disappeared the instant the door was closed.

"The future is terrifying..."

Kenzo Masuyama let out a breath and shook his head slowly.

Gin was very dissatisfied, he sneered at the door, and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Shu Lang, who was no longer Lemiel, looked at his mobile phone and found the address sent to him by his subordinates.

His father obviously had a premonition that he would attack him in advance, so he still lived in the hotel carelessly.

"My dear little Shu Lang. Although the woman you found is good in bed, she is really not good at killing people."

Sitting on the carpet in the hotel is a man with a face that you can guess what Shu Lang will look like in 20 years, with gray-brown hair and gray eyes.It's just that Shu Lang has always been expressionless, at most frowning from time to time.

And Mikhail, his blood-related father, could bend his sharp gray eyes into amorous hooks, and lure women willing to undo his underwear for him.

Like my own whore mother.

On the ground lay a woman, or should I say a female corpse.That was the call girl that Shu Lang arranged for Mikhail to go to a bar. She completed the task assigned to her by Shu Lang very well, using her own life.

Mikhail, who was sitting on the ground, was not as leisurely as he said in his words. Both of his knees were pierced, and his abdomen was also opened with a big gash. It was only by himself that he wrapped up his clothes urgently to stop the bleeding, and he managed to reach Shulang. Come here.

Shu Lang judged Mikhail's situation, and his expression was very flat: "It doesn't matter if you have poor skills, at least you can still have 2 minutes to tell me your last words."

"Will you listen when I tell you?"

Mikhail brushed his hair.Unlike Kaya, he has long, gray-brown hair with a hard curve.There was a blood-stained cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it, he just bit it in his mouth and talked to Shu Lang.

"of course not."

Shu Lang replied calmly, the object of years of fear and hatred was sitting in front of him, dying slowly, and he lost the interest of hatred.

"Then I don't have any last words to tell you, let's chat casually."

Mikhail laughed. He squinted his eyes and looked at his son who was less than 20 years old, looking very satisfied.

"Actually, I have nothing to talk to you about. If you think I'm dying too slowly, you might as well give me a shot."

Mikhail had a seductive smile on his face. Even though this man was about to die, he still eagerly yelled at his son, "Killing my own father must feel good. The first time I killed someone It's hard. Do you want to try it, my little Shulang, believe me, you will like it."

This man is bewitching him into a deeper darkness.

Shu Lang lowered his eyes, unmoved: "You only say this sentence, don't you? That's what you told me when I was 16 years old."

"Aren't you happy these four years? I gave you the best thing I can give, and I let little Tana go. You are my son, little Shulang, and you have done a great job these four years , you know it yourself."

Mikhail always said in such a frivolous tone, "You are the same person as me in your bones, crazy and unscrupulous. Even if you became a lawyer according to your original intention. Don't you dare to tell little Tana what you have done? ?"

He gave Shu Lang a conclusion in a contemptuous and firm tone: "You dare not, just like you didn't dare to tell your mother Larsa about my approach. Oh, baby, you don't like this Me, I am not as hypocritical as you, and I always deceive myself and others."

"Finished?"

Shu Lang admitted that he was poked in the sore spot by Mikhail, but he was not angry.He has enough patience to deal with dying people.

"Finish, are you going to kill me? You haven't killed someone yourself, have you? Just pressing down doesn't count as killing. If the blood doesn't flow into your hands, you will never feel the pleasure of ending a life yourself."

Mikhail had no strength left, his voice became weaker.But the words he spoke were still smooth, with his usual madness.

"I think it's dirty..." Shu Lang said coldly, but he still picked up the gun that Mikhail threw from the ground, aimed at his face expressionlessly, and pulled the trigger.

A total of 37 accidental bombings occurred in Moscow tonight.Kenzo Masuyama and Gin were sitting by the window, watching the smoke bursting from far or near outside, with different emotions in their hearts.

When the sky was twilight, their new colleague Ke Ya knocked on the door of their room again with the smell of gunpowder smoke and dust.

"Your mission is the batch of arms, right? I've arranged for people to send those things to Japan. When are we going to leave?"

Ke Ya raised her wrist and glanced at her watch, urging her expressionlessly, "The longer you stay, the more uncertain things will happen. If you don't want to be caught by the KGB, leave Moscow as soon as possible."

Shulan Krasnodar, at the age of 19, got the code name of Koya Brandy.

Leaving the country that made him depressed and nostalgic, he jumped from one swamp into another deeper and darker swamp.

Fortunately, he never felt regret for a moment.

The author has something to say:

I wanted to get some astringency at first, but the astringency couldn’t come out because of kidney deficiency.

Talking about whether to write or not, I still wrote about Shu Lang's past.He doesn't really like to laugh, but he was in a good mood that day, so he kept laughing.