I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

2:05 AM, Beikacho, Tokyo, Japan.

The research building, disguised as a pharmaceutical company and formerly belonging exclusively to the codenamed member Sherry, is now leaking thick black smoke from the cracks in its doors and windows.

Humming an old-fashioned tune, Vermouth looked in the mirror, carefully applied the newly launched premium lip balm, and yawned languidly yet elegantly.

Gin glanced at the firelight reflected in the window and said nonchalantly, "Vermouth, if you're so sleepy, go roast yourself in the fire."

"Hey Gin, you're on edge too, haven't you? It's been so long since you had a good dream?"

Vermouth closed her makeup mirror and retorted, "If you're willing to act cute, the boss might just show up on his own."

Of course she knew this was impossible. If such a magical thing happened, Vermouth would be so disgusted that she would betray him on the spot!

"I'll return those words to you exactly as they were." Gin sneered dismissively before finally looking at Vermouth properly.

His pale green pupils, with their sharp gaze, pierced her eternally youthful face—like a thorn stuck in her heart, constantly dripping blood—mocking her stubbornness and trauma.

Only when Vermouth could no longer maintain her poker face and a slight wrinkle appeared at the corner of her eye did Gin look away with satisfaction.

"Didn't you mention it either? Guys like us are lucky to have dreams to pass the time."

Ever since she accepted the program imposed by that man, Vermouth has never had a good night's sleep. Experiments, family, friendships, and the shadows of the past occasionally sneak in at night, haunting her relentlessly.

For the fragile human body, directly intervening in the brainwashing process is too harsh, but fortunately, nightmares are nothing to people like them.

However... due to the program, she has recently even developed some misunderstandings about time.

"Humph."

Vermouth turned her face away and shifted the topic from the past to the present, "Sherry, Shiho Miyano, I never thought that after so many years of domestication, she would still have the courage to run away."

She gathered a strand of hair, twirling it between her fingers: "I wonder what the boss means?"

Gin saw through her thoughts immediately and replied simply, "That gentleman didn't give any orders, which means..."

There are no taboos in their actions.

Shirley's ownership and fate are entirely up to these executives! This is a free-for-all with a prize.

Without further ado, Vermouth immediately put on her helmet and looked at Vodka, who seemed to have something to say: "Since you have a mission, don't blame me for going first."

She glanced at the open-air parking lot not far away, where several enclosed buses bearing the white dove logo were parked. They were full of researchers about to be transferred and could be moved at a moment's notice.

This is the reborn Hakuju Pharmaceutical.

Twenty-five years ago, the organization used its financial resources to force Baijiu Pharmaceutical to go bankrupt. On the surface, it was the result of competition between two major biopharmaceutical companies, but at a deeper level, it was actually a deliberate act by Baijiu's top management.

In order to obtain an invitation to join the organization, they deliberately led the company into a trap, and then brought their elite research team and transferred assets to join, thus forming one of the original research institutes.

"The guy who was mediated, he probably hasn't heard about the hunt yet, has he?"

It had been reconciled. Upon hearing this key phrase, Vodka finally understood who Vermouth was referring to.

Currently, among the organization's members, only one has a code name that represents a blended spirit: Sogrid Whisky.

As a blended whisky, this whisky is made with a high proportion of malt whisky and is aged in casks that have been used to make sherry.

After blending, the flavor becomes more complex and mellow. When you sniff it, you can smell the aroma of smoky flowers and fruits. When you taste it, malt, honey and a slightly bitter base blend together.

Overall, the flavor of Sugarlad whisky is smooth and understated, like the fading glow of a setting sun.

“This matter is outside his authority.”

Having received a reply, Vermouth said no more, twisted the throttle, and rode off on her motorcycle.

Vodka watched her dashing figure as she walked away, secretly lamenting the injustice done to his hardworking older brother! Without his leadership of the entire Operations Department, the organization would one day be crushed by those people in the Intelligence Department!

Gin glanced at Vodka, who was clenching his fist and making faces, and released a faint hint of killing intent as a warning.

Startled, Vodka immediately snapped back to reality and began reporting on the progress:

"Reporting, sir, all the researchers and valuable data have been loaded! Explosive devices have been installed on all non-transferable equipment, everything is ready... Oh, by the way, Deputy Team Leader Shirley needs to speak with you."

With his unkempt, messy hair, the short male researcher tiptoed and hopped on the grass ten meters behind Vodka, gesturing to them.

Having received Gin's permission, he didn't even wait for vodka's summons before immediately urging him on:

"Gin, now that Team Leader Sherry has escaped, shouldn't I get my codename by now?!"

Gin operated the signal of the explosive device on his phone without looking up: "Doi Nai, you still don't have any notification to make it public."

Doi-na squatted on the ground, clutching her head in distress and wailing, "But Sherry has already run away, and I don't have any more cover to hide behind!"

Having been in the organization for so long, other researchers from the same period have all developed new products or patents and successfully obtained code names.

His situation is unique; whether he achieves anything depends entirely on whether his ancestor, Shirley, is in a good mood or not!

If it weren't for the fact that he occasionally took advantage of his annual leave to help out in other departments and achieved considerable results, he would have thought he was some kind of research-isolated saint!

"Or, let me join another department! I'll change my research direction, work overtime, or even not give me a code name or salary, just don't make me continue Sherry's research—"

Vodka thought for a moment. Over the years, when he escorted Sherry back, Doi Nai was either so excited that she cried her eyes out, or she would hide in the laboratory and refuse to eat or drink. He used to think that this person had a crush on Sherry.

If Doi Nai knew this, he would definitely say:

Bah, that's all a rumor. He's only excited because his ancestors are happy and he's willing to do research!

Over the years, Shirley experimented with recording him, and Shirley investigated and followed him. His every word and action was unlike that of a deputy group leader; in Eastern terms, he was more like a chronicler recording the emperor's every word and deed.

Gin thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "I will submit your code name application to that gentleman later."

Doi, who had been jumping around, froze on the spot, staring intently at Gin, seemingly hesitating about how to fight the organization.

Seeing this, Vodka stood aside, secretly on guard.

After calming down for a moment, he finally accepted the fact: "Gin, the useless atmosphere crew are all in the last three cars." Then he obediently shrank back to the second car.

"So, brother, what's our next step?" Vodka took out his phone, ready to play the good Samaritan and call the police.

"Clean up the mess." Gin gave this instruction and pressed the call button on his phone.

The deafening explosions replaced the canceled year-end fireworks display, a time of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. Dust billowed up from the first floor of the research building, and when the bomb at the top exploded, the pure white building collapsed with a crash.

Turning his back to the shockwave and smoke, Gin walked to the parking spot of the Porsche 356A according to his memory and opened the car door.

A few minutes later, Vodka rushed back to the driver's seat, looking travel-worn.

He spat out the car window a few times, clearing away the sand and gravel, and then shook the dust off the brim of his hat.

"Boss, the petrol bombs on the cars behind are all set up! They're Soviet-made, just got from Russia, guaranteed to be powerful and effective, leaving no trace!"

"Hmm." Gin covered his phone screen with his lap, took out a cigarette, and put it between his teeth. "After we kill them, we'll go to the safe house to resupply. First, we'll mobilize the intelligence network to search for Sherry's whereabouts. We'll release the wanted notice tomorrow afternoon."

Vodka replied loudly, "Yes, brother!"

The gleaming black vintage car disappeared into the night, slowly driving away. The night breeze dispersed the smell of smoke from the car. Gin stared at the records displayed on his phone screen, his eyes lowered in silence.

Contact person: That gentleman

Status: No answer