I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Gin pushed open the car door, and his black windbreaker fluttered slightly in the night breeze.

He didn't say a word, nor did he signal Shen Yuan whether he should follow him. He just walked straight towards the entrance of the bar, his back as cold and hard as a rejection.

Shen Yuan looked at his back and raised his eyebrows: "...Are you being arrogant?" He chuckled, pushed the door, got out of the car, and followed.

The bar was quieter than expected.

Under the dim light, people were talking in low voices in groups of three or four, and the air was filled with the aroma of whiskey and cigar smoke.

Gin walked to the corner, where a burly man wearing sunglasses was already sitting - Vodka.

Vodka was visibly stunned when he saw Shen Yuan, and subconsciously glanced at Gin: "Brother, what's going on? Why is this guy with Big Brother again? Gin didn't answer, but simply sat down indifferently, tapping his bony fingers twice on the bar. "Dry Martini, shaken, no vermouth!" The bartender nodded in understanding and expertly removed the chilled martini glass.

Shen Yuan noticed that Gin's eyes were always on the bartender's hands - he was confirming the cocktail mixing process. He was indeed a vigilant Top Killer.

Shen Yuan naturally sat down opposite Gin and smiled at Vodka: "Temporary worker, come and have a drink!" His fingers gently slid across the edge of the bar. Among the scratches of varying depths on the wooden countertop, there were a few particularly fresh marks - as if it had been scratched by a sharp weapon recently.

Vodka's sunglasses slid to the tip of his nose, revealing his wide-open eyes: "Big, big brother?" He looked at Gin for help.

"Gin Tonic," Gin said to the bartender without looking up, "For him!" He raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Yuan, "Add double lemon!" Vodka's jaw almost dropped to the table.

The bartender pushed the prepared martini in front of Gin. The frost on the wall of the glass looked like a layer of tiny diamonds under the dim light.

Gin picked up his glass, and the aroma of juniper mixed with the saltiness of olives filled the air.

He took a sip, and as his Adam's apple rolled, Shen Yuan noticed an almost invisible scar on the side of his neck.

"So," Shen Yuan shook the tonic water in his glass, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound when they collided, "Is this the employee benefit for working overtime tonight?" Gin did not answer. His slender fingers pinched the martini glass, and the condensed water droplets on the wall of the glass slid down, leaving dark marks on his black gloves.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the wine, as if there was something worth studying hidden in it.

Shen Yuan smiled and took a sip of wine. The bitterness of the gin and tonic was neutralized by the double lemon, and a slightly sour taste spread on the tip of his tongue.

He tapped the bar lightly with his fingertips: "Mr. Gin, do you still need me as a laborer tonight? If not, I'm going back!" Gin finally looked up at him, his green eyes like a frozen lake in the dim light, cold and deep.

He was silent for a while, then slightly opened his thin lips and spat out six words sparingly: "Tomorrow at five o'clock, dock!" This meant that he would continue to do hard labor tomorrow.

Shen Yuan chuckled and put down his wine glass. The bottom of the glass hit the marble countertop, making a crisp "click" sound: "Then Mr. Gin, goodbye.

And this Mr. Vodka!" Vodka's eyes widened, his gaze moving back and forth between Shen Yuan's back and Gin, feeling like he had been abandoned by his elder brother.

Gin continued to drink in silence until Shen Yuan's figure disappeared at the door of the bar for a long time. He drank the martini in the glass in one gulp, and the olive rolled at the bottom of the glass, making a slight clash sound.

He then spoke coldly: "Vodka!" Vodka immediately sat up straight: "Brother?" Vodka watched his brother wrap two glasses with a silk handkerchief and exert force with his knuckles.

With a crisp "crack", the wall of the cup cracked into a spider web shape under the cushioning of the cloth but no splashing occurred.

Gin wrapped up the broken glass and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his windbreaker with an expressionless face. His movements were so smooth as if he had practiced them a thousand times.

Then he stood up, his black windbreaker drawing a sharp arc under the light. "Let's go!" Vodka hurriedly followed, his mind still frantically pondering—what exactly is the relationship between Big Brother and that temporary worker?!

Chapter 27 Gentle Amuro

After leaving the bar, Shen Yuan stood in the shadows where the neon lights couldn't reach him. He took out his cell phone and checked the time - 8:47.

An unread message popped up at the top of the screen. It was a video sent by Toru Amuro.

After clicking it, the silver-gray cheetah in the picture was moving through the night at an astonishing speed, its ice-blue eyes flashing wildly under the street lights.

Its agile figure swept through the alley and jumped over the low wall. The last time the camera turned, it was a selfie of Amuro Toru - the blond man was breathing slightly, and the loose hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, with a few strands sticking disobediently to his forehead.

His cheeks were slightly red from exercise, but he still had a smile on his face. He made an "OK" gesture to the camera, and there was an editor's text behind it, which read: Lightning had a good exercise today.

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows, but the first thing he sighed was - "Mr. 'Mazda' is really strong!" He tapped his fingertips on the screen and replied: "It seems that he has completed the whole course with Lightning? Mr. Amuro is amazing!" He put away his phone, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the alley where he had agreed to meet Amuro Toru.

The night wind was cool, and the street lights stretched his shadow very long. The vending machine at the entrance of the alley was shining with a cold light, like a small lighthouse.

When turning into the depths of the alley, Shen Yuan's footsteps paused slightly.

The moonlight poured down like water, and Toru Amuro was leaning against the mottled brick wall.

He was wearing a dark blue casual outfit, the moonlight outlining his superior jawline, and his purple-gray eyes were glowing gently in the night.

Tease Lightning with the dried meat in his hand.

The cheetah squatted gracefully, gently patting the ground with its tail, and rubbing its head against Amuro Toru's wrist from time to time, as if urging him to feed it quickly.

"It seems like you two get along well?" Shen Yuan approached with a slight smile on his lips.

Toru Amuro looked up, his purple-gray eyes seemed particularly gentle in the night: "Lightning is very smart. After taking it around a few streets, it has memorized all the nearby routes!" When Lightning heard his master's voice, he immediately put down the dried meat, jumped lightly, and pounced on Shen Yuan's legs, rubbing his head against his knees affectionately.

Shen Yuan bent down and rubbed its ears: "Are you having fun?" The cheetah let out a satisfied purr from its throat, with its tail raised high, obviously very satisfied with tonight's "night adventure".

Amuro Toru took out a sealed bag of dried meat from his pocket and handed it to Shen Yuan: "This is for it. It can be kept in the refrigerator for a week!" His tone was casual, but the corners of the bag were carefully flattened, obviously it had been sorted in advance.

Shen Yuan took it, and his fingertips accidentally brushed against Amuro Toru's palm, which felt warm and dry.

He shook the package and asked with a smile, "Mr. Amuro, are you offering this as a friendly sponsorship because you're afraid that I'll be too hungry?" Amuro Toru put his hands back into his trouser pockets, and the posture of his shoulders leaning against the wall made him look lazy and casual, but his eyes fell on Lightning, who was rubbing his head against Shen Yuan's calf, and a hint of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes.

He paused, then said in a slightly teasing tone: "I just feel..." He sighed softly, as if helpless, but also as if indulgent, "Well, it does cost money for its owner to raise it!" Amuro Toru remembered the wild side of Lightning after Shen Yuan left. Lightning was indeed not only obedient, but also had a violent side.

The night wind blew through the alley, lifting a few strands of golden hair in front of Amuro Toru's forehead.

Shen Yuan suddenly noticed a small piece of skin exposed on his collarbone - there was a very shallow scar there, as if it had been lightly scratched by something sharp.

Lightning suddenly pricked up his ears and turned towards the alley entrance.

Toru Amuro straightened his body instantly, and his muscles were faintly visible through his shirt.

But after seeing the orange figure running through the shadows, his tense spine slowly relaxed, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly as he chuckled: "It's just a wild cat!" He explained with a helpless smile in his voice, but his fingertips were still faintly stroking his cuffs.

Lightning became impatient and nudged Shen Yuan's leg with the tip of his wet nose, while the tip of his tail slapped the ground impatiently.

Shen Yuan chuckled softly, digging his knuckles into the fur behind the cheetah's ears and scratching gently: "Let's go!" Amuro Toru followed naturally, and the two walked side by side in the night, with the cheetah strolling gracefully in the middle.

The moonlight stretched their shadows very long, occasionally overlapping, and then quickly separating.

"Which direction do you live in?" Shen Yuan asked casually, and caught a glimpse of Amuro Toru's golden hair blown by the night wind.

"Yukamachi 2-chome!" Amuro Toru answered, paused, and added, "Not far from Poirot!" As he said this, he tilted his head slightly, and his eyelashes cast tiny shadows under the street light.

"That's just a short walk!" They walked slowly along the alley, their footsteps particularly clear in the silent night.

The cuff of Toru Amuro rubbed against the back of Shen Yuan's hand. The fabric was soft and had a faint scent of coffee.

Turning the corner, the halo of light from the street lamp shone down, illuminating the fork in the road ahead.

Amuro Toru stopped and said, "I should go this way!" Shen Yuan nodded, "Then..."

"Good night, Mr. Shen!" Amuro Toru nodded slightly, his voice gentle, "And Lightning!" The cheetah seemed to understand, and its tail gently swept across Amuro Toru's trouser leg as a farewell.

Shen Yuan watched Amuro Toru's back gradually blend into the night until he was completely out of sight, then he withdrew his gaze.

He squatted down and rubbed Lightning's head: "Let's go home too!" After separating from Shen Yuan, Toru Amuro did not go home. After Shen Yuan's figure disappeared, he turned into another alley, and then a white Mazda rushed into the night.

Chapter 28 Cold Bourbon

The night was as dark as ink, and the street lights cast dim circles of light in the humid air.

Toru Amuro stood in the shadow at the alley entrance, his black beret pulled down so low that it almost covered the upper half of his face.

He looked at his watch - it was 9:45, five minutes later than the scheduled time.

Gin will be dissatisfied, but not too dissatisfied.

A cruel arc appeared on the corner of his lips as he walked deeper into the alley.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the puddles was particularly clear in the silence.

"You're late, Bourbon!" Gin's cold voice came from the darkness, and his long silver hair shone coldly in the dim light.

He leaned against the wall, holding a Beretta in his hand, with the muzzle pointed in the direction of Amuro Toru.

Vodka stood behind Gin like a wall of silence.

Chianti and Cohen leaned against the wall on either side, Chianti's fingers tapping impatiently on the barrel of the sniper rifle.

Toru Amuro did not answer immediately, but slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it.

The orange-red firelight danced on his face, illuminating his purple-gray eyes - which were now filled with a cold smile.

"To make sure this party is okay, I took a walk around here!" He blew out a puff of smoke and said frivolously, "After all, you never know if there will be rats following you!"

"Bourbon! Who are you questioning?" Chianti straightened up suddenly, her eyes burning with anger. "Could we have an undercover agent here?" She almost roared as she said this, her finger already on the trigger.

Chianti hates the mysterious Vermouth the most, so he also hates Bourbon, who is close to Vermouth and also pretends to be mysterious.

Cohen silently took a step forward, standing between her and Amuro Toru.

Amuro Toru shrugged, his smile still lingering: “Chianti, don’t be so sensitive.

I'm just used to it, so I don't get into any accidents!" He glanced at Gin meaningfully, "You know, it's always better to be cautious!" Gin narrowed his eyes and looked at Amuro Toru.

After a moment, he nodded slightly: "It's a good habit!" This sentence was considered to be an approval of Amuro Toru's explanation.

Chianti's expression became even uglier. She pushed Cohen away fiercely: "You conceited bastard! You hang out with that bitch Belmode all day long. Who knew you were secretly——"

"Enough!" Gin's voice was not loud. He raised his hand, pointed the gun at the ground at Chianti's feet, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet splashed gravel on the ground. Chianti took a step back suddenly, his face pale.

"Don't do these meaningless actions!" Gin said coldly, putting the gun back into his windbreaker, "The time is up.

The traitor is at the Blue Bird pub and will leave at ten o'clock.

Chianti, Korn, go find a sniper spot.

Bourbon, go check the situation!" Amuro Toru threw his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the tip of his shoe: "I'm really looking forward to tonight's fireworks!" His voice was filled with bloodthirsty excitement, but his eyes were ice-cold without a trace of warmth.

Chianti glared at him fiercely and followed Cohen out of the alley.

Vodka glanced at Gin, and after getting his tacit consent, he turned and left.

Only Toru Amuro and Gin were left in the alley.

"You've been very active lately, Bourbon!" Gin suddenly spoke in a low voice, "The intelligence team said the information you provided is very valuable!" Amuro Toru tilted his head, his smile unchanged: "This is my job, isn't it?"

"Just work?" Gin took a step forward, and the distance between them suddenly shortened.

Toru Amuro could smell a faint mixture of gunpowder and cologne on him.

"Of course!" Amuro Toru met Gin's gaze, his eyes showing no sign of retreat. "The organization has given me everything I want, so I will naturally repay my loyalty accordingly!" Gin stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, "That's better!" He turned and walked to the other end of the alley. "At 10:15, I want to see the target fall to the ground!"

"Yes, Gin!" Amuro Toru nodded slightly and watched Gin's figure disappear into the darkness.

When he confirmed that Gin had really left, the smile on Amuro Toru's face disappeared instantly.

He took a deep breath, pulled his phone from his other pocket, and quickly sent a coded message.

Then, he adjusted the angle of his beret to ensure that the surveillance camera could not capture his face, and then walked towards the Blue Bird Bar.

Neon lights flickered at the bar entrance and music could be faintly heard.

Toru Amuro did not go in directly, but went around to the back alley.

He found the fire escape with ease and climbed up quietly.

The view from the rooftop is great, with a clear view of the main entrance of the bar and the streets on both sides.

Toru Amuro took out a small telescope and began searching for the sniping points that Chianti and Cohen might choose.

Soon, he found a reflection in a window of the opposite building - it was the reflection of the sniper scope.

"Found you, Chianti!" he whispered to himself, a sneer on his face.

Toru Amuro checked other possible sniper points and confirmed that there were only Chianti and Cohen before turning his attention to the interior of the bar.

Through the second-floor window, he could see what was happening near the bar.

A middle-aged man in a gray suit was drinking alone, looking at his watch nervously from time to time.

That is tonight's "traitor" - the organization's informant inside the police, who is said to be planning to surrender to the police and reveal the organization's intelligence.

Toru Amuro's expression became complicated.

As a public security policeman, he should save the man; but as "Bourbon", he must ensure that the mission is completed.

He touched the pistol at his waist, and the touch of the cold metal calmed him down a little.

Nine fifty-eight.

The target began to pack up and prepare to leave.

Toru Amuro quickly came down from the roof and walked around to a telephone booth near the main entrance of the bar.