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

After parking the car downstairs at a villa in Beika Town.

Fuheshchen carried his things into the room.

Gin then got off the bus, scared away the people walking their dogs and dogs with his eyes, and went inside.

After entering the living room, Gin began to check for surveillance cameras and listening devices.

Fuhesen placed the induction cooker on the table with water, plugged it in, and looked at Gin calmly. "There are no listening devices here. I'm pretty sure of it."

“Heh…” Gin snorted coldly and continued his inspection.

Vodka then explained from the side, "Ahem, Cointreau, what Brother did wasn't wrong. You know, before..."

"Shut up, Vodka." After checking and finding no problems, Gin sat down with a cold expression.

Fuheshen'er:........

This assassin is terrifyingly strong, yet excessively cautious.

"The water's heating up. I'll put the soup mix in, and we can cook it once it boils." Fuhe Shener put the soup mix he bought into the pot and said to Gin, "If you're bored, you can play some games for a while. It's the latest one."

Gin sat coldly on the sofa, his slightly closed eyelids lifting slightly. "Boring..."

"Heh, you're not really that bad, are you?" Fuheishener put on his apron, set out the bowls and chopsticks, and mocked.

"Heh, even if I'm bad, I'm still better than you," Gin sneered.

Once considered the organization's most promising talent, his success wasn't solely due to hard work, but also to his innate talent.

His physical abilities, sniping skills, reconnaissance skills, counter-reconnaissance skills, as well as his proficiency in driving various equipment and using various firearms.

In terms of academics, he is fluent in English, French, and Japanese, and is also a criminal planner.

The gentleman even met with him in person and praised him.

As for gaming skills... Gin said he'd just play casually.

“Waiting is boring anyway, let’s play a couple of rounds.” Fuheshen sat next to Gin, turned on the screen, picked up the controller and threw it over, “Vodka, give me a shout when the water boils.”

Gin silently took the controller, the game interface reflected in his dark green pupils.

In this era, there were no large-scale online games, only two-player PvP games similar to King of Fighters.

Two minutes later.

Fuheishen grinned, his grip on the controller tightening slightly. "I didn't expect you to be so good at games."

“Heh…” Gin’s dark green pupils also turned serious, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. “But I won.”

It seems quite interesting to torture and kill Fukushiro in the game world.

Although the opponent was slightly inferior, I still won in the end.

"You won?" Fuheshchen grinned maliciously. "The battle has only just begun!"

If he hadn't made a mistake by unleashing a rising dragon attack, allowing Gin to capitalize on the recovery animation, he would definitely have won!

"Heh...the result is always the same." Gin's tone carried a hint of murderous intent.

Pat-pat-pat...

The entire room was filled with the sound of the controller rattling.

Five minutes later, the second round ended.

Gin's screen displayed the blood-red words "KO".

Her fair hands unconsciously gripped the game controller tightly.

"Big brother, Cointreau, it's ready to eat!" Vodka glanced at the boiling water and shouted.

"Shut up!"

Gin and Vodka simultaneously turned and glared at Vodka.

The two looked at each other, and a spark flew between them.

Ha, if I leave the game first, wouldn't that mean I've given up?

Vodka shrank back slightly, his lips drooping.

Damn, why are you being so fierce?

Since you're not going to eat it, I will!

After fighting for another twenty minutes, Gin and Fushiguro Jin simultaneously stood up from the sofa, their murderous aura terrifying.

"How about... we eat first?" Gin frowned.

This guy is really tough to deal with. The two of them have fought eight times, with one win and one loss each time. If this continues, they won't be able to eat.

“Alright, I’m hungry too.” Fuheshen’er nodded.

Gin's skills are not much different from his; if this continues, we really won't be able to eat hot pot anymore.

"Hey, big brother, Cointreau, come and eat! This Wagyu beef is really delicious!" Vodka said, holding chopsticks in one hand and scooping a bunch of meat from the pot into his bowl with the other.

After finishing the meal, I drank some beer and burped.

Gin and Fushiguro turned their heads and their pupils suddenly contracted when they saw the ingredients on the table.

The Wagyu beef, matsutake mushrooms, golden snapper, black truffles, and mackerel caviar on the plate were almost all gone.

All that was left were green vegetables and regular beef and mutton...

Their gazes shifted to the vodka.

Vodka, his mouth greasy, said, "Brother, Cointreau, eat up! I've already cooked for you. And brother, I've been drinking, so don't drink anymore, or there'll be no one to drive."

After he finished speaking, a smug look appeared in his eyes behind his sunglasses.

Hmph, serves you right for being mean to me and underestimating me. They never imagined that they could devour all the expensive ingredients in just twenty minutes.

Just kidding, his vodka is such a big guy, it's just for show.

Gin and Fukushima sat on the sofa and finished the rest of their meal with blank expressions.

After finishing their meal, Gin and Vodka left with a cold expression.

The next day... Vodka was fined 100 million yen for eating Doritos in Gin's Porsche 356A.

Vodka: Dude, are you a sore loser?!

.........

early morning.

After finishing his training and having breakfast, Fuheshen put on a black coat, a black shirt, and trousers, and then prepared to go out.

It's been two days since I last had dinner with Gin.

He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. Two days ago was Monday, so why was it Sunday two days later?

After putting the cigarettes and the limited-edition gin lighter into his pocket, Fuheshchen went out.

I walked towards the garage... opened it, and looked at the car inside.

It's just an ordinary black Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

This is the extra reward that gentleman gave me yesterday after hearing about the task.

As for why it was a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, that gentleman said it suited his temperament.

“That does indeed fit.” Fuheishen calmly opened the car door, got into the driver’s seat, and drove towards the Beika Town Medical Center.

He called one of the members outside the medical center and told him to inform Shirley to get ready.

Less than half an hour later, Fuheshel arrived at his destination. After parking the car at the entrance, he glanced at Sherry, who was in a daze.

She was the same as always today, wearing a burgundy short dress underneath a white lab coat, but it couldn't hide her natural beauty: light brown, slightly wavy hair, delicate features, and fair, shapely legs.