Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

She was actually conducting an experiment just now; a mouse miraculously shrank under the influence of aptX4869.

Furthermore, Shinichi Kudo's disappearance and the loss of his childhood clothes led her to speculate that aptx4869 had the effect of reversing aging.

Of course, the kind-hearted Sherry didn't want the other party to be affected, so she changed Shinichi Kudo's unknown fate to death.

Of course, this can't be seen by Cointreau!

Fuheshchen's scarred lips curled up slightly; this was the first time he had ever been threatened.

Click, the office door opened at that moment.

"Director Shirley, these are the latest experimental data," a person in a white coat said as they approached.

However, seeing that Fuheshen was standing there in a daze, he came to his senses and said, "Oh, it's Lord Jundu. It seems that Director Shirley hasn't returned yet. I'll go look for her again."

Because of Fuhesh's size, Sherry was not seen at all in front of her.

“No need, she’s right here.” Fuheshen’er turned slightly to the side.

Shirley tried to pull him back, but it was too late.

The researchers in white coats stared at the scene with their mouths slightly agape.

The usually aloof and reserved Director Sherry was cornered by Lord Cointreau next to the table...

"Sorry, sorry to bother you." The researcher in the white coat kept bowing and placed the experimental materials on the table. "I'll leave right away."

"It's not what you think." Shirley tried to explain, but the other person simply closed the door and ran away.

"What's your thought?" Fuheishener frowned.

He was very tactful; although he cornered Shirley next to the table, he maintained a very subtle distance, demonstrating his respect for women.

"It's nothing." Shirley's face was as calm as a lake after a snowfall, a hint of helplessness flashing in her icy blue eyes. "Please leave, I need to work."

Tired, destroy it.

Shirley broke down.

When they first met, Fukushiro blocked him in his office for half an hour under the pretext of borrowing money.

After they went outside, they were seen by the surrounding members and researchers.

However, Shirley, with an IQ of 20, didn't care, because she knew that rumors were just rumors and would eventually be stopped by the wise.

But as different versions emerged, she discovered that this research center lacked wise men...

Fuheishen noticed the helplessness in the other person's eyes and curled the corners of his mouth.

Sure enough, he guessed right.

Ai, oh Ai, I never knew you had this kind of fetish.

Fuhesh walked out of Sherry's office in a good mood.

Ding...

Just then, my phone received a message.

Fuheshchen opened it and took a look:

【I was waiting for you at the entrance of Beika Town, but you're late.】 — Gin

Fuhesh turned off his phone and walked to the door.

I saw a Porsche 356A parked on the side of the road, opened the back seat, and squeezed in.

"You're late." Gin glanced coldly at the time; he was an extremely punctual person.

“I won’t be late.” After settling down, Fuheshel took a cigarette from Gin’s pocket, lit it, and put it in his mouth. “I’m very punctual.”

Gin:.......

I want to be angry, but I have to act aloof.

“Yes, brother, Cointreau is right,” Vodka explained from the side. “He just came out from inside, which means he arrived a long time ago and thought you were waiting for him inside.”

"Shut up, Vodka." Gin glanced coldly at Vodka and said to Vodka, "You did a good job on this mission, but you went a bit too far."

"But the mission was accomplished, wasn't it?" Fuheshchen said calmly.

“Heh…” Gin sneered.

Just as he had expected, Cointreau did it on purpose.

For a rising star in the assassin world, making a big fuss, causing a crowd riot, and having explosions and shattered rooftop windows signify the success of his mission is extremely illogical.

This could be classified as a terrorist attack by the Metropolitan Police Department, potentially triggering a large-scale operation.

Counterterrorism only requires a list.

But on second thought, what the other party did was perfectly reasonable.

I guess they wanted to complete the task beautifully and create a big news story to attract that gentleman's attention?

Hehe... I'm still a newcomer to the organization.

Gin expressed his understanding, because he had done the same thing before.

"Well done," Gin said, offering only a token compliment.

Although the only disturbances it caused were a stampede that killed dozens of people, an explosion on the rooftop, and someone sweeping through the exhibition hall's glass with a submachine gun, he managed to escape thanks to his own abilities.

No wonder it was introduced by that gentleman.

Of course, the comment about making too big of a move was just something he casually mentioned.

The goal is to make the task easier and faster for the other party, but it doesn't really matter.

As long as the other side can escape, I'd even blow up Tokyo Tower.

“You have another assignment in a few days.” Gin picked up a cigarette from the back seat. “Next Sunday, accompany Sherry to meet her sister.”

“Ah, big brother, Coindu is…” Vodka wanted to say something, but shrank back under the gaze of Vodka’s eyes.

What he really wanted to say was that Cointreau was actually quite perverted; he not only molested Sherry, but also flirted with a female high school student in front of children in the train carriage.

Although the older brother ignored it, the discerning Vodka noticed it!

"What's wrong with me?" Fuheshen's lips curled up, his voice indifferent to the point of being cold. "Vodka, you have a lot of opinions about me."

"No, I didn't," Vodka quickly explained. "I was afraid something bad might happen if you took Sherry out, after all, there are precedents."

“Didn’t I already explain?” Fuheshen said, enunciating each word clearly. “I’m just curious about her name.”

“However, I have another question,” Fuheshen asked coldly, “Isn’t Sherry under your command? What’s the meaning of assigning me this task?”

"You're asking a lot of questions." Gin searched for a lighter for a while but couldn't find it. He said coldly, "I have something to do next Sunday. Vodka, take a break."

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going to see a new movie next Sunday, and my idol is there too, it’s a big deal,” Vodka said. “And don’t worry about Cointreau, there’ll be overtime pay.”

Fuheshchen glanced at the vodka.

Who would have thought that Vodka, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would be a fan of celebrities?

It doesn't matter, as long as the funds are in place, any gentleman can take care of it.

"Where's my lighter?" Gin asked coldly, looking at Fukushiro.

This guy just took my cigarettes and lighter, but only returned a pack of cigarettes!

"I don't know," Fuheishener said calmly.

Gin's lighter is quite nice, a limited edition, but it belongs to him now.

Gin took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent that was about to erupt.

"What, are you angry?" Fuhe Shen'er asked, looking at Gin who was suppressing his murderous intent.

“No.” Gin took a barely perceptible deep breath. “Vodka, give me your lighter.”

"Okay, big brother." Vodka quickly handed the lighter to Gin.

Gin lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, his pale green pupils glancing at Fukuro Shinji.

I was penniless before because of some things, ha... If you're envious, here you go, you poor wretch.

It's just a limited edition lighter; he has many more.

While comforting himself in this way, he smoothly put the vodka lighter into his pocket.

Vodka: "........"