On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

Gin raised his eyelids and looked at the dark-skinned young man with ill intentions.

He finally responded.

The overwhelming murderous intent rushed towards him, and Bourbon's sixth sense of crisis made him instantly reach for the gun in his pocket.

Gin said coldly: "If you want to accompany him, I don't mind taking you there."

The atmosphere suddenly became arrogant and domineering.

"Well, there's no reason for us to be hostile to each other, right?" Vermouth said to smooth things over.

Gin ignored him and looked at Bourbon with increasingly vicious eyes.

Bourbon is not to be outdone.

Seeing this, Vermouth held her forehead and sighed helplessly.

Binga, who was watching the fun, fanned the flames: "If it doesn't work out, you can go to the fighting arena."

Feeling Vermouth's gaze sweeping over him, he spread his hands and added: "I mean after I finish the mission."

"That's enough, if you don't want me to tell that person." Seeing that the tension between the two was getting stronger and stronger, Vermouth had to step forward again.

These words obviously carried weight, and Bourbon retracted his gaze, returning to his unpredictable look.

"I made a mistake."

Gin stood up and left the meeting room with a chill all over his body.

"I'm going to work." Binga said and left.

There were only Bourbon and Vermouth in the meeting room.

The blonde woman said dissatisfiedly: "I don't know what Rum said to you, but I hope you can restrain yourself."

She thought Bourbon's provocation was instigated by Rum. After all, Rum's dissatisfaction with the action team had been going on for a long time.

I wonder how happy that old man must be that Ramos is injured this time.

A paranoid and crazy boss, a colleague busy with power, and subordinates with different thoughts.

The future of the organization is foreseeable at a glance, so she is tired of this darkness and longs for salvation from the illusory light.

Bourbon raised his hands in surrender and said, "Don't worry, I will focus on the mission. After all, I am also very curious about the legendary Pandora."

Gin and Binga walked one after the other on the road leading to the outdoors of the base.

"Gin, I thought you would refuse."

Binga followed behind Gin and couldn't help asking as he looked at his back.

Gin was a little surprised by the sudden conversation, and he turned his head slightly to glance at Binga.

I didn't expect that those droopy eyes that usually showed only defiance were actually full of questions.

He retracted his gaze and said expressionlessly: "It's just a mission."

Binga was stunned for a moment, seeing the mockery in this glance.

It seemed that his question was very stupid in his eyes.

In other words, Gin will accept all the organization's missions, so he can become the organization's ace.

Binga suddenly sighed in understanding: "So that's how it is."

His understanding of gin is still too superficial.

Gin watched Binga walk past him and walk to the front, and even waved his hand with his back turned casually. He felt confused.

If Bourbon and Vermouth are the mystics that disgust him, then Binga is the arrogance with a strange train of thought.

He was too lazy to bother with a weirdo.

The task that Vermouth gave to Binga was to find the zoo members active in Neon.

With his computer skills, monitoring the movement of people across the country was not a problem; it was just that the sheer volume of work was too overwhelming for him to catch his breath.

Since Vodka was also good at computers, he was recruited to help.

The two men used the time when Curacao sent back the news from the United States as the starting date of the search. According to Curacao's estimate, the zoo sent out more than ten people.

The organization's branch in the United States has been monitoring private routes and has not seen any suspicious aircraft passing by.

In order to avoid attracting attention, the most likely option for a group of more than ten people is to blend into a larger group.

A travel agency is a good option.

A week before the gem exhibition opened, Binga and Vodka targeted the zoo's hideout in Tokyo.

On the day when the news came back from Curacao, there were only three travel agencies departing from the United States to Neon, but only one of them had its last stop at the gem exhibition to be held by the Suzuki Group.

It is much easier to focus surveillance once you have a suspect.

They quickly decided on the candidate based on details such as body shape and habits.

The people sent by the zoo to carry out the mission have been living in the Beihu Hotel openly, traveling around with the tour group every day.

According to Binga's latest intelligence, they will have another secret operation tonight.

"Trading weapons with the local evil forces at the machinery factory tonight?"

Bourbon drove the Mazda, muttering to himself the information he had just obtained.

Damn, when did Japan have so many illegal organizations? What are the people from the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau doing!

But the solution proposed by Kuroda Bei was to watch the fire from the other side of the river, and Bourbon could only endure it.

Although the organization is aware of tonight's transaction, it has no intention of stopping it.

After all, they still have to rely on the zoo to get Pandora.

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A week later, the jewelry exhibition hall specially built by Suzuki Jirokichi on a floor of a building was completed.

All the treasures that Jiro Suzuki has recently collected are displayed here, the most eye-catching of which is the legendary 'Pandora'.

As famous detectives, the Maori family was naturally invited and even became the first outsiders to see "Pandora".

The display cabinet was located in the middle of the entire venue, with a one hundred meter open space around it and two layers of security personnel surrounding it. Judging from their professional attitude, they must be the mercenaries hired by Suzuki Jirokichi.

Maori Kogoro estimated the distance between the gem display stand and the fence and complained, "No one can see it this way."

"NONO." Suzuki Sonoko shook her finger in denial.

Amid everyone's puzzled expressions, she stretched out her arm and guided everyone to look directly above the booth - there was nothing there.

"Garden?"

Suzuki Sonoko proudly introduced: "Although you can't get close to the gemstones to appreciate them, the uncle uses the world's most advanced projection equipment to perfectly reproduce the original sample of the gemstones through 3D holographic projection right above."

Conan half-opened his eyes and secretly complained in his heart, this technology was obviously used to prevent the thief.

Sure enough, Suzuki Sonoko immediately said: "Another special feature of this device is that if the gem leaves the base, an alarm will be sounded immediately, even if it is one centimeter away."

"It seems that it will be difficult for Kaito Kid to succeed." Conan looked around the exhibition hall, looking for any place where Kaito Kid could perform some tricks.

"Yes."

Suzuki Sonoko didn't hold out much hope, after all, there were professional mercenaries surrounding them this time.

Seeing the sturdy man who had been doing his duty in front of the display case, she put her finger on her chin and mentioned the strange things that happened some time ago.

"But speaking of which, Uncle Jiroji received a call from a stranger not long ago. It was that person who asked Uncle to find some mercenaries."