Being in Detective Conan, being officially part of the organization is just too awesome!

"Who?"

At this moment, Shiho Miyano leaned over with great interest and asked,

"That Kyogoku Makoto?"

Shiho Miyano was deeply impressed by this man she had only known for a dozen minutes.

Not everyone can maintain a calm demeanor in front of them.

Makoto Kyogoku even dared to confront them head-on, and managed to get Cherry and Gin to back down – something no ordinary person could do.

Neither Gin nor Lin Jiayou replied to Miyano Shiho.

"Didn't you try it yourself?"

Lin Jiayou did not answer Gin's question directly, but instead threw the question back at him.

Gin nodded; he already had the answer to the question in his mind.

"very good."

Gin spoke calmly.

“He has a very strong presence; I feel he’s at least as powerful as Tequila.”

"what?"

Shiho Miyano was somewhat surprised.

"Really? It's just as good as tequila?"

"Tequila is one of the top experts in the organization..."

During this time, Shiho Miyano and Keisuke Hayashi became very close, so naturally she got to know these colleagues better than before.

She also learned that this kind-hearted older brother was actually one of the best fighters in the organization.

Even Shuichi Akai, who used to advance through the ranks of the organization every three to five months, couldn't defeat him in close-quarters combat.

It's a shame that Sherry used to think Tequila was just a regular member of the group, a tool specifically assigned to escort her to meet her sister...

"It could even be stronger than tequila."

Gin was surprised to see Shiho Miyano and added this sentence.

Lin Chia-yu, on the other hand, made a direct conclusion.

"He is indeed stronger than tequila."

Gin glanced at Lin Jiayou and nodded slightly.

In this area, Cherry holds absolute sway.

If he says so, then there's absolutely no mistake.

"at the same time,"

Gin couldn't help but lick his lips, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“I can tell this kid has never seen blood before.”

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Sherry was a little confused.

Lin Chia-yu understood immediately.

There is a fundamental difference between those who have seen blood and those who haven't.

The combat power of killing techniques is naturally a level higher than that of ordinary fighting techniques.

At least from the organization's perspective...

At the same time, Gin's words also have another layer of meaning.

The fact that he has never seen blood also means that this person was definitely not trained by any intelligence agency.

Otherwise, he would never have such strength, yet he has never even seen blood.

He is highly skilled, has room for improvement, and has a clean background...

"You want him?"

Lin Jiayou said calmly.

Gin nodded directly, his eyes narrowing slightly, a strange light flickering within them.

"When I saw him today, I realized this kid has a connection with the organization."

"Besides, he still owes us six cigarettes...he has to pay them back!"

"Can consider it."

Lin Jiayou nodded calmly.

Gin's suggestion is excellent; he hadn't really thought about this issue before.

Now that I think about it again, it's not impossible.

Makoto Kyogoku is not an absolute member of the Red Team; at most, he is a man who is a friend of someone in the Red Team.

This kind of relationship can hardly be called close.

Besides, although Sonoko Suzuki is Shinichi Kudo's childhood friend, the Suzuki Group is not necessarily uncooperative.

The other side is a conglomerate, not some department with a fixed lineup.

No matter what happens to Sonoko Suzuki, she still shares the Suzuki surname.

The only thing to note here is that Makoto Kyogoku is not a vassal of the Suzuki Group.

As one of the world's top martial artists, he undoubtedly possesses his own pride and integrity.

Coercion and bribery will definitely not work, but thankfully, Makoto Kyogoku values ​​relationships.

Who says men can only have wives and can't have brothers...?

...........................

Afternoon

On the beaches of Izu

A pleasant sea breeze blew in, and the group enjoyed a rare sunny afternoon...

"Hey, vodka, look, this is pretty good."

"Yes, this one here will do too."

"Yours won't do; it'll only get you eight points at most."

"No, no, you don't know how to appreciate agave. I think it's 8.5 out of 10."

"Bullshit, I've seen more than you've eaten salt."

"No, the quality of an army is more important than its quantity. No matter how much cosmetics you see, it's all in vain."

"..."

These remarks, even without reading, are obviously from a well-known group of outlaws within the organization.

Tequila and Vodka, dressed only in beach shorts, lay on a beach chair, discussing the current state of affairs.

Of course, neither of them could be completely without suspicion.

In fact, there was a duffel bag next to Tequila, and the contents of it could probably carry everyone in the hotel away...

However, what's quite strange is that Vodka didn't take off his sunglasses even in this situation...

"Forget it, I can't be bothered to talk to you."

Tequila waved his hand and turned to look in the other direction.

"Hey, those legs are pretty good."

"where?"

Vodka immediately became interested and turned his head over.

After taking one look, he was somewhat disappointed.

"Oh dear, this won't do, it's too thick."

"Get lost! You call this thick? This is called plump!"

When Tequila heard Vodka deny his aesthetic sense again, it immediately refuted him strongly.

Vodka was not to be outdone.

"Plump? I think it's just fat!"

"Fat? Yours isn't fat?!"

Tequila retaliated swiftly.

"Even at that level, I could break it with one hand!"

"hehe,"

Vodka sneered.

"The only thing you can't break with one hand is an elephant..."

As the saying goes, there is no first place in literature, but there is a second place in martial arts. If he can't beat Vodka, can he still argue that he can't win?

As expected, this one sentence left Tequila speechless.

"you......"

Poor Long Si was secretly angry, realizing he had suffered from his lack of education.

In the first Dragon War, Agave was defeated and had no choice but to open up new battlefields...

Gin, watching the two men's actions and listening to their conversation, felt the veins on his forehead about to bulge out...

Gin actually managed to train such a group of subordinates...

I have no face to see my elders in Jiangdong!

"Big brother!"

Vodka turned around from the beach chair, waved to Gin, and called out.

"Come down and soak up some sun with us, don't stay up there!"

"Vodka, shut up!"

Gin gave a cold, low snort.

A disgraceful thing!

You are not worthy to speak to me!

"Oh fine......"

Vodka, not knowing what had gotten into his boss, shrank back, obediently responded, and turned away.