Conan: The worse I am, the stronger I am

After all, who doesn’t love paid time off.

"I am back."

Qin Feng pushed open the villa door and shouted.

Unfortunately, the expected scene of the baby swallows falling into the forest did not appear.

This made him a little disappointed.

Sharon, this is so uninteresting.

Come to the kitchen.

Looking at the tall woman who was busy inside without any hurry.

Qin Feng said with a look of resentment: "I went specifically to avenge you. I barely managed to come back after a narrow escape. Why don't you express your gratitude?"

"How do you want me to express it?"

Sharon asked expressionlessly while handling a piece of beef slowly.

Qin Feng thought for a moment and made a gesture.

"For example, if you are cooking now, you can change into a cook's outfit or a maid's outfit or something."

"It looks pleasing to the eye, doesn't it?"

"Besides, as a cook, when the master comes back, why don't you greet him with a few words?"

"Ha, man!"

"You think I would do that?"

Sharon tightened her collar. Although she was a little surprised, she still rolled her eyes and complained: "Have you forgotten, this is my home."

"Isn't your home my home? Why should we be so clearly separated?"

Qin Feng has been practicing for a long time since he realized that he was not thick-skinned enough last time.

What this means is that the face does not turn red and the heart does not beat.

The corner of Sharon's mouth curled up slightly, she turned around and asked jokingly: "Okay, okay, this is your home, you are the man of the house, okay?"

"Let me ask you, since you are going to avenge me, who is my enemy? Is he dead?"

"Of course, that's right..."

Qin Feng originally wanted to say something to Akai Shuichi, but stopped mid-sentence.

He suddenly remembered that he should not know about the grudge between Belmode and Akai Shuichi.

Moreover, he didn't kill Akai Shuichi at all.

As soon as I got out, I headed straight to the Hexagon.

This, this, this...never mind.

Shuichi Akai is an FBI agent and belongs to the United States.

The Hexagon Building is the Department of Defense of the United States. Isn't this equivalent to avenging Belmode?

Although it was just in passing, he just said it casually at the time.

But does content matter?

unimportant.

What women want is an attitude.

Qin Feng immediately became confident: "Can you blame me? You didn't tell me who the enemy is. I can't just find the target myself?"

"So you're just going to blow up the Hexagon?"

Sharon couldn't stand it anymore.

His face suddenly changed, and he started to use foul language.

He rushed over with his teeth and claws bared.

He bit Qin Feng's shoulder again and said viciously: "You bastard, do you know how much trouble you caused me just because you blew up the Hexagon Building?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment and said with some guilt: "How did you know that I went to blow up the Hexagon Building?"

"Nonsense, don't forget where your bomb came from."

"If it hadn't been for my quick reaction, the Ministry of National Defense would have identified the source of the bomb, and this place would have been surrounded by troops by now."

"Cough cough."

Qin Feng coughed lightly and said quibly: "Isn't this all for you?"

"I didn't figure it out. Now tell me who your enemy is and I will help you take revenge."

"If I said it was the FBI, would you blow it up too?"

"No problem, I'll go now."

Qin Feng was quite excited.

He had only earned less than a thousand justice points by blowing up the Hexagon before, which had already made him unhappy.

It’s time to go to the FBI and make some serious money.

Sharon: ...

Hey, hey, do you have ears?

I'm just making a metaphor, are you really going?

She immediately grabbed Qin Feng and said silently: "You must not."

"The Ministry of Defense has gone crazy now. If the FBI is bombed again, our boss will have to tear me apart."

Qin Feng couldn't help but show regret on his face.

He really wanted to come just now.

But there is no rush.

You can't catch someone's fault. It's time to go back to Japan after a while.

The ghost club there is really an eyesore.

However, isn’t it a little bad to agree so easily?

Qin Feng pretended to be hesitant and asked, "You really don't need me to blow up the FBI?"

"No, no, you're making too much noise."

"So far, there are dozens of terrorist organizations making trouble in the United States."

"Spies from other countries are like cats that smell fishy smells, and the FBI is very worried."

"There is no manpower to protect my enemy. I have made arrangements long ago. It is easy to kill him."

Sharon leaned comfortably in Qin Feng's arms, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "By the way, I forgot to tell you."

"All those terrorist organizations have claimed to the outside world that they bombed the Hexagon and are recruiting troops aggressively."

"With them taking the firepower for you, you won't have any trouble in the future."

Qin Feng was shocked.

Good guy. Really good guy.

Are there actually so many good people in the world?

It turned out that more than one organization took the blame for him.

The United States is so hated by people.

Snapped!

Sharon knocked off Qin Feng's mischievous hand and snorted: "What are you doing?"

"I still have to cook."

Qin Feng retracted his hand angrily, which was quite strange.

What is Sharon doing wearing so many clothes today? There is no sense of touch at all.

Soon, the table was filled with plates of sumptuous dishes.

Looking at a table full of Chinese food.

Qin Feng asked in astonishment: "Did you do all this?"

"Why, can't you?"

"I've been more interested in Chinese food recently, so I've learned a little bit about it. How about you try it for me?"

Sharon poured two glasses of red wine and said casually.

"No, no, I'm just curious, you can actually cook."

Sharon: ...

Hard, hard.

My fist became hard.

If only this bastard had no mouth.

Qin Feng picked up a piece of braised eggplant and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Sharon, whose eyelids were twitching just a moment ago, felt a little nervous for some reason.

A look of anticipation.

"How about it?"

Qin Feng's eyes were a little strange, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Not right.

Something was wrong with Sharon today.

Although this braised eggplant is not unpalatable, it is not delicious either.