The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

"Of course, you also know that this is not cost-effective for me, so all the help you did for me before is written off." Vermouth was standing in an inconspicuous corner while making the call, her eyes watching the police who were investigating the scene not far away, with a piece of cellophane pinched between her fingertips.

The cellophane looked dazzlingly beautiful under the light, with obvious folding marks reflecting multi-colored light, but no one knew that it originally contained a deadly poison.

She did not throw away the cellophane, even though even if the police found the candy wrapper, they would not be able to detect any toxic reaction from it.

Originally, Vermouth should have stuffed the cellophane onto the president during the chaos, but the code members in the audience were watching her too closely, so she couldn't do anything in public.

There are definitely Rum's spies among those code-named members. They call it sending more people to carry out the mission so that it will be safer, but in fact they just don't trust other people at all.

Vermouth knew without even thinking that there was definitely someone among the people in the audience whose mission was to monitor the venue.

But it’s not certain who we are guarding against.

The woman raised the corners of her lips and glanced lightly across the phone screen, with a hint of frivolousness and profound meaning.

Xing Haiyin did not reject what Vermouth said. He just wanted to use her to do something and didn't care what she thought in her heart.

He put on a newly bought windbreaker. The black fabric made the man's skin, which had not been seen in the light for a while, look even paler. Fortunately, this man's physique was quite strong. Even though he lived a reversed day and night life, he didn't have any dark circles under his eyes to make him look listless.

If possible, Xinghaiyin doesn't want to go out at all.

But that gentleman inexplicably sent him an email, asking him to find Gin to take over a task.

It is said that there was an accident during Gin's mission, and now most of the code members who have no mission are with Rum. In order to get the arms, the BOSS let Rum ask for people and weapons.

Xing Haiyin put on the mask, dragged out a box from the cabinet, entered the password to open the box, then took out a bottle of hair dye spray and sprayed it on his head.

As expected, Rum did not focus entirely on kidnapping the president. With so many people going there, they would definitely not be indifferent to the place where arms intelligence might be placed.

He probably thought that if he couldn't find any information, he would torture the person severely, and once he got the information out, he would verify its authenticity as soon as possible.

Rum probably learned his lesson and knew he couldn't get false information again.

Otherwise, not to mention whether other senior executives would complain about Rum, even that gentleman would not let him go.

"What's wrong with you? When did you become so useless that you can't even complete a mission like this." Xing Haiyin called Gin, and the two of them, who had just had a rare "friendly" exchange not long ago, finally started to argue with each other.

Vodka looked at his brother who was sitting in the passenger seat with a cold expression, and did not dare to tell him that Rum had sent an email asking them to take action.

Because the owner and hostess of the villa had gone to attend a dinner party, most of the bodyguards had left the villa, and this was the perfect time to guard against a gap.

Rum instructed them to look for intelligence that might be kept in the villa and to stay on standby, ready to receive any news from the kidnapping team.

But while on standby, they suddenly received news that the bomb had been defused at the scene where they had just gone to destroy the evidence.

The memory card that they did not find was not destroyed.

Originally, Gin's expression wasn't so murderous after receiving the news, but then in the next phone call, the loyal younger brother Vodka clearly felt the change in his big brother.

Poor Vodka could guess which Buddha was on the other end of the phone using the strands of his hair.

"Show me the possible locations Bourbon has investigated." Gin hung up the phone decisively. His wolf-like dark green eyes looked towards the villa not far away with a deep gaze.

"He said that the president often works in his home study and it is very likely that he keeps the information in the safe in the study." Vodka hesitated for a moment, but still read out the rest of the message.

"This is what he got out of the villa's hostess. It's absolutely reliable."

Gin doesn't care how Bourbon got the information, he only cares about whether he can get what he wants at the end of the mission.

He wished that all those mystics would die out.

Gin put out the cigarette between his fingers and was about to open the car door to go into the villa to look for information when there were two light knocks on the car window. The crisp sound attracted the attention of the silver-haired killer.

He instantly drew the gun from his waist, pushed open the car door and pointed the gun at the visitor's head.

After seeing who the person was, Gin sneered, stood up straight and put the muzzle of the gun to the other person's forehead. His expression did not show any friendliness of a colleague.

"Three minutes, give me a reasonable explanation for your presence here."

"Bourbon."

The blond man who had a gun pointed at his head by the organization's Topkiller did not panic at all. He shrugged calmly and remained unmoved by the other party's murderous gaze.

"Of course I'm here to do something." Amuro Toru smiled as if he didn't notice the gun pointed at his head. The expression in his eyes slightly covered by his eyelashes was not as indifferent as he appeared.

So he retaliated by saying, "Rum already knew about the mistake in the previous mission, so he sent me here to help you find the intelligence."

The provocation in this sentence was almost overflowing. After saying this, the blond man tried to save Gin's face in a good-tempered manner, but every word he said made Vodka worry that the gun in his brother's hand would accidentally go off.

Fortunately, Gin no longer thought that Bourbon was something he could say good things about, and he didn't care about the other party's sarcastic attitude. He put down the gun and walked towards the villa first.

Toru Amuro slowly breathed a sigh of relief after the man turned and left. His purple-gray eyes fell on Gin's back, and he felt that the gun hidden on his body wanted to see blood.

At this distance, even Gin wouldn't be able to escape unscathed, right?

Maybe I can even shoot him in the head and send him away.

Toru Amuro and Vodka followed Gin. He briefly talked about the layout of the villa and then stopped talking.

Kidding.

After Gin dies, there will be the next Topkiller. This vicious cycle will be endless. There is no way to end everything unless the organization is destroyed.

While the three adults here were pretending to be obedient, Xing Haimei, who had called the police, was looking at the two stupid policemen behind Yi Dahang and felt overwhelmed.

Why do we need to bring in the Explosives Disposal Unit to investigate a case?

Mei Xinghai was stopped from leaving by two sharp-eyed and quick-handed policemen. Kenji Hagiwara touched his chin and looked at the boy in formal attire with an expression like a child who has grown up.

And Jinpei Matsuda actually made the same expression as Kenji Hagiwara. The two unreliable adults looked like bullies. They were afraid of messing up the boy's hairstyle and clothes, so they only made a few teasing remarks.

Xing Haimei, who inexplicably felt like a monkey in a zoo, said: "...Can you guys be more serious?"

"That's a case for the First Investigation Division. Just hand it over to the squad leader. We can't always interfere with the cases of colleagues from other departments." Hagiwara Kenji smiled, "Jinpei and I have no intention of transferring departments, okay?"

"Then why are you with them?" When Xing Hai Ya saw the two people come in, she thought that some idiot had reported the bomb when he called the police.

Oh, this idiot didn't mean Scotland.

"This is because……"

"Conan?!"

Ran Mouri's voice interrupted Kenji Hagiwara's words. Mei Hoshimi's mouth twitched and she looked in the direction of the girl. As expected, she saw a curious little boy wearing glasses standing in front of the girl.

Edogawa Conan.

Mei Xinghai remained silent, raised her hand to signal Hagiwara Kenji that he didn't need to say anything, and then the boy looked up with a complicated expression at the barrage of comments that seemed like the New Year's Day.

Okay, he already knew why.