Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Deep in a secluded alley off Mihua Street, a hidden bar stands, low-key and mysterious. Its sign flickers faintly, giving it a dangerous yet alluring air. Under the dim lights, gin and vodka sit on the bar counter, amber liquid swirling in the glasses before them, and the air is thick with the aroma of alcohol.

"Humph! Tequila is such a loser." Gin said coldly, his face expressionless, with a hint of annoyance in his tone. Tequila was killed in the blunder at the venue, which made him disappointed in the ability of his men.

"Yeah, big brother, that bastard is so useless that he actually failed in such a simple mission." Vodka raised his glass and smiled bitterly: "This has caused us a lot of trouble."

Gin's eyes were icy as he gently swirled his glass before downing it in one gulp, as if venting his frustration. "We've really felt threatened this time. That Maori Kogoro's reasoning abilities are truly astonishing. He was able to vaguely guess our presence."

"It turns out that anyone who can open a detective agency on his own in a place like Tokyo is not a simple person." Gin shook his head, obviously very afraid of Kogoro Mouri.

Just then, the bar door opened, and Chianti and Cohen walked in. Chianti trailed behind her with a trail of anger. Her eyes, tattooed with swallowtail butterflies, flickered with dissatisfaction. She sat down at the bar and dropped her bag. "Gin, the aftermath is basically done. Damn, this is such an infuriating situation! That detective actually pushed us to this point. I want to blow his head off!"

"Calm down, Chianti." Gin glanced at her, his tone still cold, "We need to proceed with caution."

Chianti, however, waved his hand and said, "Have you ever thought about getting rid of those annoying detectives? Especially Maori Kogoro! Kill him and things will be easy!"

Cohen followed Chianti and said calmly, "I don't think this is a good idea. Maori Kogoro has very close ties with the police. If we kill him rashly, it might incur the wrath of the Tokyo police. We can't take that risk."

"How can you be such a coward?" Chianti's voice rose, anger evident on his face. "How can we continue our operation without resolving those problems? Being timid isn't my style!"

Gin listened quietly, his eyes flickering slightly. He knew Chianti's words made sense, but in this situation, he needed to remain calm. "We can't be careless right now, especially after losing a crucial stronghold."

"So what should we do?" Chianti asked helplessly, obviously dissatisfied with the stalemate.

"We need to observe and see what Maori Kogoro and the police will do next." Gin said slowly, a calm glint in his eyes. "Once we confirm their target, we will make a decision."

"If they cause trouble again, I will do it myself!" Chianti gritted his teeth, obviously not wanting to sit and wait for death.

"Don't worry, we will take action when the time is right." Gin smiled slightly, a cold smile appearing on his face.

Meanwhile, Cohen sat by, silent. A cold, taciturn man, he listened to his companions' discussion, his thoughts to himself. This was his nature, and in this dark world, silence was sometimes the wisest option.

"I think we should prepare some countermeasures in advance." Cohen finally spoke, his voice low and powerful: "If Maori Kogoro deduces any important clues again, we must have sufficient countermeasures."

"Hmm..." Gin nodded in agreement. Although Cohen didn't talk much, every word he said hit the nail on the head.

"Then let's get ready now." Vodka finished his drink and smiled at Chianti. "Don't worry, I'll be responsible for keeping an eye on the detective."

"I forgot that a big, beefy bastard like you is actually a hacker." Chianti chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "But I'm more looking forward to Gin giving me the order to blow Maori Kogoro's head off."

The bar's previously tense atmosphere gradually relaxed, with several members discussing their next plans, clearly wary of future developments. As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the bar grew increasingly heavy, with everyone silently planning their next move.

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"If Kogoro Mori interferes again, we must get rid of him completely." Chianti said without any concealment, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Any rash action will only attract more attention." Gin responded coldly, his tone carrying unquestionable authority. "What we need now is to remain hidden and ensure that the organization's operations are not interfered with."

Just as everyone was talking, the heavy door of the bar was suddenly pushed open - accompanied by light footsteps, a figure slowly walked in.

He was a tall man, wearing a long black trench coat with a slightly raised collar, partially obscuring his face. His black hat was pulled low, obscuring most of his features, leaving only a faint glint of deep eyes beneath the brim. He walked in calmly, his figure casting a long shadow in the dim light of the bar, creating an undeniable presence.

The entire bar fell into silence in an instant.

"Who?" Chianti's eyes were stern, and his hand was already on the gun handle at his waist.

Cohen reacted even faster, his cold pistol pointed at the man's heart almost the moment he stepped into the bar. Gin and Vodka didn't hesitate either, aiming all four guns at the uninvited guest. The cold murderous intent emanating from their muzzles was enough to make anyone's hair stand on end.

But the other party seemed to be unaware of all this.

Under the gunpoint of the crowd, the man in the black trench coat calmly walked into the bar, his steps steady and confident. He didn't pause, as if the muzzles of the Grim Reaper's guns were merely insignificant decorations. He walked to a sofa near the corner and sat down gracefully, his posture calm and his eyes calm and indifferent. He slowly raised his head, the shadow of his hat tilted back slightly, revealing a cold and mature face. His eyes, as deep as the abyss, gleamed in the dim light of the bar.

Chen Shuo - code name "Wu Chen".

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Chianti's fiery personality almost made her burst out cursing: "You——"

"Shut up! Chianti." Vodka hurriedly stopped her, a trace of cold sweat oozing from his forehead, "It's Mr. Wuchen!"

Chianti was stunned when he heard this, and the flames of anger were instantly replaced by uneasiness. He then retracted his gun, but there was still undisguised hostility in his eyes.

Gin's reaction was even faster. He firmly held down Cohen's arm and whispered, "Put down the gun."

Cohen nodded silently, saying nothing, and obediently retracted the gun. However, his tense body still showed his inner vigilance. Even when facing Chen Shuo, his cold and ruthless eyes did not waver.

"Mr. Wu Chen...how come you have time to come here today?" Gin stood up and walked forward, put away his gun. Although his face was still cold, he wore a hint of respect and caution.

Vodka also stood up hurriedly, with a stiff smile on his face, and said in a flattering tone: "Mr. Wuchen, would you like something to drink?"

Chen Shuo glanced at them calmly, a hint of intimidation in his eyes. Then, he nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the bartender, and said in a low, magnetic voice, "A glass of ice wine."

The bartender was so frightened by the sudden feeling of oppression that he stood there in a daze. He nodded hurriedly and turned around to mix the drinks.

The entire bar fell silent once again. No one dared to speak, and everyone's attention was focused on the man who had suddenly appeared - this top-tier killer who was more dangerous and terrifying than anyone else present.

Chianti suppressed his anger, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Gin, what is he doing here?"

"Shut up." Gin glanced at her, a warning in his eyes. Chen Shuo's origins were beyond the imagination of ordinary people, not to mention that his hands were stained with more blood than everyone else combined. No matter how fiery Chianti was, he had to learn to shut up in front of such a person.

"Cohen, don't be so nervous." Vodka walked to Cohen and whispered to him, the cold sweat on his forehead still not subsiding.

Cohen stared at Chen Shuo expressionlessly, a complex expression flickering in his eyes. Though he was taciturn, he could sense the oppressive presence this man evoked. It was the aura of someone who had walked countless brinks of death, as if he could make anyone in the bar disappear at any moment if he so desired.

Gin stepped forward, a faint smile on his face, but that smile was tinged with caution. He stopped in front of Chen Shuo, bowed slightly, and spoke with a touch of respect: "Mr. Wuchen, are you here for any instructions?"

Chen Shuo picked up the ice wine that had just been served, took a sip, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He raised his head, looked directly at Gin, and said in a calm and steady tone: "Relax, I came here this time to ask for something!"

Gin heard this and frowned slightly: "You mean..."

"That Tequila from your organization... I was there." Chen Shuo put down his glass, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes. "He died a very stupid death."

The atmosphere in the bar became tense again, and several members of the organization subconsciously held their breath and dared not interrupt.

Gin marveled inwardly—Chen Shuo's gaze was like a sharp blade, chilling. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and spoke slowly, "Mr. Wuchen, we have relocated all our bases and will not be taking any further action in Tokyo for the time being."

"I don't care about that. I promised I wouldn't interfere with your actions." Chen Shuo nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "However, there is one thing I want to remind you - Maori Kogoro is my friend, and I have a good relationship with his family."

After these words were spoken, Chianti and Cohen looked at each other in surprise. They had not expected Chen Shuo to suddenly issue such a warning.

"I understand what you mean..." Gin frowned. Although he had no choice but to agree to Chen Shuo's "request", he felt a little unhappy.

"Of course, I won't make things difficult for you." Chen Shuo's voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable intimidating force. "I promise that Maori Kogoro will no longer have anything to do with your organization. He doesn't want to target you."

After saying that, he said no more, slowly stood up, straightened his windbreaker, and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Wu Chen...we understand." Gin hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.

Chen Shuo stopped and looked back at Gin. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "I'm not a bully. This is a favor I owe you."

Gin's heart suddenly jumped, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, then he lowered his head and responded respectfully: "I understand."

Chen Shuo turned and left, his windbreaker fluttering gently with his steps. The bar door opened again, then slammed shut. The people inside remained immersed in the invisible pressure they had just felt, and remained silent for a long time.

The bar remained silent for several minutes. Everyone stared at the door, as if Chen Shuo's presence still lingered within, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression. Even after he left, the murderous aura in the air seemed to have lingered, leaving a chill in the air.

Vodka murmured to himself: "As expected of Wuchen... His aura alone is..."

As soon as Vodka finished speaking, Gin's low laughter echoed in the bar.

"Wu Chen's favor..." Gin muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with a dangerous and excited light. The irritability brought about by Tequila's death and the loss of the stronghold was now swept away, replaced by an unfathomable excitement.

Chianti frowned in dissatisfaction. "How much is a favor worth? We were forced to abandon our entire base and relocate all subsequent operations!"

"You don't understand." Gin shook his head, raised the glass in his hand slightly, and shook it gently as if celebrating. "With this favor from Wuchen, all the losses today have become insignificant."

Cohen narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Gin silently: "Are you so sure that he won't become an obstacle to us in the future?"

"Oh, he won't." Gin smiled coldly, his tone revealing absolute confidence, "Wu Chen never cares about these trivial matters, but the favors he owes... at the critical moment, they are the sharpest blade."

Vodka nodded, seemingly understanding, his expression slightly relaxed. "That's good... But, big brother, how are you going to use this favor?"

Gin was silent for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"This is a bargaining chip for the future. Wuchen owes us a favor, and when we really need it—" Gin's eyes flashed dangerously, "I'll ask him to help us pull out those troublesome nails."

Upon hearing this, Chianti's anger finally subsided a little, and he sneered, "In that case...it can be said that this trip wasn't in vain."

Gin nodded calmly and lit a cigarette.

"Today is just the beginning. I have given Wuchen enough respect, and Wuchen has also given me some 'face' in return. And I will turn this 'face' into our sharpest weapon." He stood up with a sneer, his eyes full of conspiracy and unfathomable calculations.

"And by then, we will have enough initiative!"

Gin's voice echoed in the bar, carrying a chilling coldness and decisiveness that made one's heart palpitate. A dark future seemed to be brewing a bigger storm.