Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Aaron threw the used dirty tissues into the wastebasket. At this moment, he felt a dull pain in the upper left side of his abdomen.

This is the fragile spleen area of ​​the human body. If a rupture occurs, timely treatment is required. If treatment is delayed for some reason, sequelae may be left.

Because of the pain and some fear rising in his heart, Aaron's body trembled slightly again, and he squatted down holding his abdomen.

This was an old wound he had suffered sixteen years ago.

——At the same time, it was also the mission that he regretted most when he was in that organization.

……

Since the host left early, the two of them hurriedly finished the rest of the dinner, and Philo tidied up the guest room for Crystal.

The guest room is not big, but it is very clean and decorated in a style that a little girl would like. There are a few dolls on the bed.

Philo put the toys in the cabinet, and Crystal noticed a group photo on the cabinet. The frame was clean and there were three smiling faces under the glass. A young girl holds a bear doll and smiles brightly at the camera.

But there was no atmosphere of children's life in the room, only the swollen belly of the hostess, foretelling that they were about to become parents.

As the night got darker, Crystal, who was staying there, tidied up, took a shower, and lay on the bed wearing the pajamas lent to her by the hostess.

She recalled everything that happened at the dinner table, feeling that her palms were still hurting, and muttered "What a weirdo...", then picked up her phone and clicked on the photo album.

It was not a complete accident that she came here today, because she drew a coupon for afternoon tea at a nearby restaurant online, for one person. That store was very expensive, and she had never been willing to part with it, so she came as soon as she got free entertainment.

While she was sitting by the window having afternoon tea, a man happened to pass by outside.

The man had long hair and healthy wheat-colored skin. He looked like a musician from a movie. He was gentle and had an unconcealed frivolity.

When Crystal looked towards him, he just turned his head and gave her a friendly smile.

She worked as a photographer in a modeling agency and was used to seeing all kinds of handsome guys, and she couldn't help but feel excited at that moment.

——Although he had a silly smile and would probably be defrauded of the last piece of steel he was wearing when he went to Las Vegas, his face was so handsome that she couldn't help but secretly take a photo.

Crystal flipped through the photo album on her phone. The further she turned, the more confused her expression became.

She discovered that the photo was missing.

In the only street view photo taken near the restaurant, there were only fallen leaves on the street and blurry passers-by in the distance, and there was no figure of the long-haired man at all.

...Did she delete it accidentally? Still didn’t get it?

She clenched her phone in confusion, wanting to scroll through it again, when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Dong dong."

"Who?" she shouted, raising her voice.

There was no answer, but the other person knocked again a few times.

"Dong dong."

The master bedroom is on the second floor, and the guest room is on the first floor. The woman who came to stay overnight got out of bed, walked to the door step by step, and opened the door carefully.

It was dark outside.

She went out and looked, but there was no one in the corridor. With the light from the bedroom, she saw a wagging tail wagging in the distance.

That's the direction of the basement.

Crystal narrowed her eyes. She felt something was wrong. Philo's pet dog was a black Parkin spaniel, and the tail was gray.

She couldn't hold back her curiosity and walked over there.

The corridor was dark and eerie. There was no light upstairs. The other two people must have fallen asleep. She raised her phone, turned on the flashlight function, walked through the living room, walked down the stairs, and came to the basement door.

The door was ajar, and there was endless darkness behind it.

Crystal shivered for no reason, and she felt an inexplicable chill. Instinct told her to leave quickly, but the door in front of her slowly opened by itself.

"Clap."

Someone - or something - pressed the light switch, and dazzling white light instantly fell across the room, causing her to subconsciously close her eyes.

After her eyes adjusted, she saw clearly the layout of the room, including the wooden bed, freezer, sink, air dryer, and the things hanging above.

Crystal walked in. She wanted to see what those hanging white things were. She walked around the wooden bed, and when she passed the freezer, she caught sight of the things inside from the corner of her eye.

"!!!"

Huge panic hit her heart, but before she could scream, she heard a light voice not far away.

"you saw it?"

She turned around in surprise and saw Aaron Lucas standing at the door, looking at her expressionlessly.

……

Aaron cursed under his breath at the extra work as he left the house with a bag of stuff.

He was not worried that his wife would suddenly wake up and find that he was not there. The anesthetic drugs were enough for her to sleep until dawn.

There was no surveillance in this area. He carefully paid attention to whether there were any drunkards, drug addicts or delinquent groups wandering around. After walking down a street, he finally found the customer's car parked there.

He opened the car door, inserted the key he took, and tried to see if it could start with a fluke. Unexpectedly, he heard the sound of the engine soon.

"what the hell……"

Aaron was confused. He recalled what Crystal said when she complained about the broken car——

"There is something wrapped around my foot. It feels like a soft water pipe...I can't even press the brakes..."

It's really a trick. This car can be used normally.

Chapter 227: Snake Venom, Viper, and Wolf (Part )

At nine in the morning, Aaron finished working on the car, then headed to Queens without going home or going to work.

His destination was a bar.

Aaron hates alcohol and has been a teetotaler since twelve years ago. Naturally, he went there not to drink, but to pick up the weapons ordered on the dark web and buy some information on the way.

It is not difficult to get guns in the United States. There are gun shops on the streets, but purchase records will be left there. You can also get them in slums, but there are mixed gangs there, which is just as troublesome. As a result, some gray people on the dark web, such as smugglers and intelligence dealers, came into his sight.

Although he didn't want to contact strangers at will, the weapons were special and had to be inspected on the spot.

Aaron entered the bar. There were no serious customers at this time. He only saw a bartender and a person sitting at the bar with his back to him.

He carefully observed their appearance and felt relieved.

Both are visibly Asian.

Aaron is obviously racist. He despised black people, feeling that they had no strength and no intelligence and should remain slaves as they had been a hundred years ago;

He was equally disdainful of Asians. If white people violently kill black people, it may arouse the anger of all black people in the United States and white leftists. If Asians are killed, even Asians in a community may not be able to unite. They rarely break out, always have too many worries, and their character appears weak and can be bullied.

Perhaps due to the disdain in his heart, Aaron was blind to them. He always felt that they looked similar to those of the same race, and even his colleagues might not remember them clearly.

He walked up to the bartender and couldn't help but look at the customers next to him.

He had a strange feeling. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that this guy looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere. The same goes for the bartender, who always thought they looked alike.

The other party noticed his gaze and blinked innocently at him with a pair of light brown eyes.

"Welcome, I'm William, the bartender here." The bartender said, "Would you like some aperitif? There is pear brandy just imported from France, and..."

"--No!"

As soon as he heard the name of the wine, the hair on Aaron's back stood up, and he immediately raised his voice and refused: "I just made an appointment to pick up something!!"

The bartender said oh and glanced at the customer next to him. The other party understood it and took the wine glass and hid at the round table in the corner, so that he would not hear the movement here.

The bartender exchanged a few codes with Aaron, then bent down and picked up a box from his feet.

Aaron took the box. It weighed about as much as he expected. He put the box on the table, made sure no one came in behind, and then opened the buckle.

Inside were several Beretta pistols and a Stoner AR-7 survival rifle.

Aaron examined it carefully. People like them know all kinds of guns and can use them, but there are always some that are easier to use, and these will become their personal weapons.

He was skilled in operation and quickly determined that there were no superficial problems with the guns. He put everything away and took out his mobile phone to pay the balance.

Then he asked, "Are you a tipster?"

"Information agent William, it is my pleasure to serve you." The bartender's tone changed subtly, "Dear sir, as long as you have enough money, I will get all the information you want."

Aaron had met a lot of information dealers, and he didn't care whether it was bragging or the truth, he just asked: "Including the ones from the 'firm'?"

"of course."

The intelligence dealer's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes seemed to wander towards the corner.

……

Half an hour later, Aaron left.

Watching the figure walk out of the Girasol bar, William took out the instrument from under the table and scanned the area to make sure there were no bugs, transmitters or other equipment before he walked to the opposite side of the round table and sat down.

The position of this table is a bit off. As long as someone sits on the outside, other people's view will be blocked and it will be difficult to see what is on the table.

There were two bottles of wine on the table at this time.

"Want a drink?"

Aoyagi Binguang pushed an empty wine glass in front of his eyes.

"Drinking in broad daylight..."

William, who has an Asian appearance and an English name, muttered something in English. He was no longer very proficient in Japanese, and he picked up the bottle of wine closer to him.

A type of brandy, made from pears as raw materials. The juice is squeezed, fermented, and then distilled to obtain alcohol. The alcohol content is 43-45 degrees. It tastes sweet but is actually a full-scale spirit.

——This is Poire William.

The intelligence officer from the Black Organization was silent for a moment and looked at Aoyagi Akimitsu who was sitting opposite him.

"It was obviously a good opportunity just now... When are you going to take action against the traitor 'Snake Venom'?"

Aoyagi Binguang looked at the other bottle of wine on the table.

Snake Venom beer, with an alcohol content of 67.5%, is one of the beers with the highest alcohol content in the world.

Listening to the code name that Aaron Lucas had before betraying the organization twelve years ago, Aoyagi Binguang opened the bottle of snake venom beer and poured half a cup for himself.