I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

She whistled but didn't come over to say hello immediately.

At the bar, Toru Amuro was acting as the bartender today, shaking the cocktail shaker with skillful movements. Vodka was sitting on a high stool like a good student, having already drunk most of the whiskey in front of him.

Seeing Gin and Shen Yuan approaching, Vodka's back stiffened for a moment.

Shen Yuan tapped lightly on the smooth wooden surface of the bar with his knuckles: "Bourbon, two glasses of gin, please!" Amuro's purple-gray eyes swept over the two of them, with a perfect smile on the corner of his mouth.

He smoothly pushed two glasses of crystal clear wine in front of them: "Monk, actually I recommend you try Bourbon, it tastes very good too!" His tone was relaxed and natural, as if the previous tension had never happened.

Gin's cold gaze pierced Amuro Toru like a knife, but the latter seemed unaware, or just felt that Gin was displeased with his provocation.

He even deliberately pushed the bottle of Bourbon toward Shen Yuan.

Vodka silently raised his glass, wanting to bury his face in it—why had he stayed here to drink? Why hadn't he just gone to the booth with his glass earlier? "Hey kid, long time no see." Chianti's voice broke the brief silence.

She and Cohen put down their clubs and walked over. Her red hair burned like a flame in the dim light.

Shen Yuan took a sip of his wine and responded in Japanese with a strange accent: "Chianti, I've studied Japanese well. We can talk in Japanese!"

"Bang!" Chianti slapped Shen Yuan's shoulder hard, almost choking him.

"You're pretty good, kid!" She laughed, her voice echoing throughout the club. "Since you're in Japan, of course you have to speak Japanese! You're much better than that old woman, Vermouth, who always speaks foreign languages!" Cohen nodded silently.

Vodka took the opportunity to quietly move two seats to the side and pretended to be very interested in the retro posters on the wall.

Shen Yuan shook the wine glass in his hand, and the ice cubes hit the wall of the glass, making a crisp sound.

He showed a confused expression: "I heard from big brother that Vermouth was injured, so he asked me to fill in today!" He tilted his head, his short silver hair gleaming coldly under the light, as if he was really confused, and asked: "How was she injured?" Chianti took a gulp of whiskey and grinned with glee: "It was because of Lei!" She put down the glass heavily, and a few drops of amber wine splashed out, "Vermouth found clues about him and wanted to take the credit for herself and deal with it, but-" She made an exaggerated shooting gesture, "Bang! Bang! She was shot twice!" The red-haired female sniper laughed out loud, "It is said that she finally called Bourbon for help and saved her life. Now she is hiding in a safe house to recuperate!" She lowered her voice and added mysteriously, "She will be punished after she recovers from her injuries. Rum is so angry!" Shen Yuan showed an amazed expression at the right time: "Vermouth is amazing. I haven't found any clues about Lei for so long, but she found the person!" His tone was so sincere as if he was praising some great achievement.

As Amuro Toru was adding Chianti to the glass, his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly, and the wine almost spilled over the edge of the glass.

He quickly adjusted his expression, but Shen Yuan still saw the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

The blond undercover continued pouring wine as if nothing had happened, as if the previous gaffe had never happened.

Gin suddenly sneered, and his eyes under his silver hair swept across everyone present like a knife: "This is the price a fool pays for acting on his own!" Amuro Toru lowered his head, and his golden hair fell to cover his eyes.

He complained silently in his heart: You two just pretend.

Gin lit a cigarette, and the gray smoke blurred his sharp outline.

He pulled out a brown paper bag from the inside of his windbreaker and threw it on the bar. The metal lighter made a crisp sound when pressed on the bag: "This is today's task. From now on, you must cut off all communications, leave your cell phones here, and are forbidden to contact the outside world!" Several people looked at each other, turned off their cell phones, put the phones on the table, and then opened the paper bag.

Inside the paper bag were six pairs of special headsets and a mission briefing.

Chianti grabbed the document. "Tokyo Central Intelligence Industry Building? The one that's said to be impenetrable?" Gin blew out a puff of smoke. "At 8 p.m., the target will enter the top-floor confidential archive room with the biometric key.

Our mission is to get the documents inside before he gets in!"

"Chianti, Cohen!" Gin clicked on the image in the file, which showed two tall buildings across from the building. "Monitor from the commanding heights, be alert to the surrounding situation, and eliminate any possible interference!" The red-haired sniper whistled, "Finally, something interesting!"

"Monk and Bourbon!" Gin's dark green eyes swept between the two of them, "You two must cooperate and get this person's fingerprints, iris sample, and blood information before 7pm!" Amuro Toru raised an eyebrow: "Just the two of us?"

"What's wrong?" Shen Yuan said with a smile in the youthful voice produced by the voice changer, "Mr. Bourbon needs a nanny or do you prefer Miss Vermouth to be by your side?" Vodka couldn't help laughing, but immediately fell silent at Gin's cold gaze.

"Vodka and I will be in charge of the maneuver!" Gin stubbed out his cigarette, the spark gradually extinguishing in the ashtray. "Evacuate at 19:55 PM. No waiting after you've arrived!"

Chapter 163 No. 7 Club 2

Dusk enveloped Tokyo's central district. Shen Yuan squatted outside the building's ventilation duct, his short silver hair swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Chianti's hoarse voice came from the headset: "The target has left the building and is moving towards the cigar bar, at three o'clock!" Shen Yuan observed the street through the gap of the exhaust fan.

Toru Amuro disguised himself as a waiter and stood at the door of the cigar bar. His white shirt outlined his slim waistline, and his bow tie hung loosely around his neck, making him look very professional.

"He's here!" Amuro Toru whispered while adjusting his bow tie.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses walked over with steady steps, a half-cut cigar cutter sticking out of his suit pocket.

Toru Amuro bowed slightly and opened the glass door, his movements as standard as a real waiter.

Shen Yuan landed on the ground as lightly as a cat, his black tights blending perfectly into the shadows.

He walked around to the back of the building and tapped his finger on his smartwatch a few times. The electronic lock on the back door of the cigar bar made a slight "beep" sound.

"The ventilation system has been taken over!" Shen Yuan flashed into the storage room and casually attached a miniature jammer to the distribution box. "Bourbon, you have three minutes to clear the area!" Amuro Toru placed a glass of single malt whiskey in front of the target. The sound of ice cubes hitting the wall of the glass was crisp and pleasant.

"Sir, your favorite Cohiba Behike cigars are ready!" He handed over the cigar box with a smile, "Do you need me to cut it open?" The man with gold-rimmed glasses nodded with satisfaction and took out the exquisite cigar cutter from his pocket.

When Amuro Toru took it, his fingertips gently brushed across the back of the other person's hand, and the tactile scanner had silently completed the fingerprint collection.

"Ahem—" The man suddenly started coughing violently. Amuro Toru immediately handed him a napkin. "Are you okay?"

"It's an old problem!" The man waved his hand and took out a bottle of liquid from the inside pocket of his suit.

Just as he tilted his head back and put the medicine into his nose, a silver light flashed from the ceiling vent - Shen Yuan's micro drone accurately captured the image of his iris.

"Two items done!" Shen Yuan's voice rang out in the headset, "We still need a blood sample!" 18:20 Bathroom corridor - The man with gold-rimmed glasses pushed open the bathroom door and was suddenly bumped by someone behind him and stumbled.

He turned around angrily and saw a teenager in a baseball cap frantically picking up scattered packaging boxes.

"I'm sorry, sir!" The boy raised his head, his dark brown eyes filled with apology, "I was in a hurry to deliver the takeaway..." The man frowned and patted the non-existent dust on his suit, not noticing that the nano collector on the boy's fingertips had already passed across the inside of his wrist.

When he walked into the compartment, Shen Yuan quickly placed the collector into the micro-refrigeration tube.

"I've got a full set of biometric keys!" Shen Yuan whispered into the communicator on his sleeve, "The purity is 98%, enough to deceive the third-level verification!" 19:30 Tokyo Central Information Industry Building - Gin stood in the shadow of the opposite building, his silver hair swaying slightly in the night wind.

He stared at the timer on his watch: "Chianti, report!"

"Two patrols in the southeast corner, reach the corner in 30 seconds!" The red-haired sniper's voice was accompanied by a slight sound of metallic friction, "The electronic sentry system on the west side has been locked, scanning every 120 seconds!" Shen Yuan's voice came from another channel: "In position, synchronizing patrol blind spot data!" 19:32 Ventilation shaft on the northwest side of the building - Amuro Toru's fingertips slid quickly on the tablet, and the three-dimensional architectural drawings kept rotating and enlarging.

"The first level," he pointed to the flashing red dot on the screen, "a dynamic pressure-sensing corridor, requiring three consecutive precise landings!" The two of them moved cautiously in the seemingly ordinary corridor as if performing a strange dance.

Shen Yuan's smart glasses displayed a dense network of pressure sensors under the ground, and every step he took was precisely in the gaps between the data streams.

"Beautiful!" Amuro Toru said softly, his purple-gray eyes reflecting the data flowing on the lenses. His gaze unconsciously looked at Shen Yuan, and his feelings were a little complicated for a moment - he didn't expect Monk's movements to be so flexible. This was his first time working with Monk, but he felt that the man next to him had an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he felt that it was very important to him.

Shen Yuan suddenly turned around and met Amuro Toru's complicated gaze.

He raised his eyebrows, and his silver hair swayed gently behind his neck: "Bourbon, why are you looking at me like that?" Amuro Toru came back to his senses and was about to say something when Chianti's teasing voice suddenly came from the headset: "Is Bourbon interested in Monk?" Then came the violent coughing sound as if Vodka was choked.

Cohen's calm voice interrupted the channel: "Chianti, keep quiet. Monk is still a child!"

"I'm not talking nonsense," Chianti retorted dissatisfiedly, with a mischievous smile in the red-haired sniper's voice, "Bourbon is always mixed with Vermouth, so it's inevitable that they have the same hobbies, so the old cow eats the young grass and so on--" Vodka's coughing became more violent, and it sounded like he was choking on his own saliva.

Before Chianti could finish, Gin's cold voice cut short the farce: "Chianti, shut up!" Every syllable of the man's voice was as if quenched by ice. "If you make a mistake in your mission again, I'll send you to be recycled!" The communication channel instantly returned to silence, leaving only a slight electrical noise.

The tips of Toru Amuro's ears felt slightly hot, but fortunately the dim corridor concealed this subtle reaction.

He cleared his throat and pointed to the next corner: "Second level, laser grid!" His voice returned to professionalism and calmness, as if the previous incident had never happened, "We need to interfere with three transmitters at the same time!" Amuro Toru pressed his fingertips lightly on the third laser transmitter, and the miniature jammer immediately adhered to the metal surface.

He turned around and motioned Shen Yuan to follow him, and he climbed over the last guardrail with clean and neat movements.

Moonlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, casting a silver edge on the ends of his golden hair.

Toru Amuro squatted down and began to crack the electronic lock. His back looked particularly tall and straight in the moonlight. Shen Yuan leaned against the wall, observing his skillful operation with interest.

Suddenly, he said, "This mission is clearly something that Bo Ben can complete independently, so why add me?" Amuro Toru sneered and was about to say something sarcastic when Chianti spoke first, "Because Gin is suspicious! Sending two people to each step can prevent anyone from tampering and keep an eye on each other. If there is a problem with the other person, we can deal with him and continue the mission!"

Chapter 164 No. 7 Club 3

When Amuro Toru heard Chianti's teasing, a dangerous smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He deliberately glanced at Shen Yuan. His eyes clearly said: We can give it a try and see who can defeat whom.

Then proceed to crack his electronic lock.

Shen Yuan rolled his eyes standing behind him, then said to the communication channel: "Then I'll be in a team with Bourbon. Are you sure I can solve him if he has any problems?" The red-haired sniper's sarcastic laughter was immediately heard in the channel: "Monk, you're wrong!" Her voice trembled a little because of holding back her laughter, "It should be Bourbon who is monitoring you to see if you have any unusual movements. After all, you are the newcomer and he is a senior with a code name, understand?" Amuro Toru: "..." Shen Yuan: "..." Gin: "..." After a minute of silence, the electronic lock made a slight "click", breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Toru Amuro opened the safe door, took out the file bag, took out the documents they needed and put them in his arms.

Then he took out an exquisite crow badge from his pocket. The crow's metal wings shone coldly in the moonlight. He put the badge into the file bag.

"The documents were obtained smoothly," Amuro Toru's voice was calm and restrained: "Let's go!" In front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor, Amuro Toru fixed the rappelling rope neatly, and his black gloves formed a sharp contrast with the silver buckle.

He flipped over and jumped off the windowsill with a clean and neat posture, like a black panther ready to pounce.

Shen Yuan repeated his actions.

Just as Toru Amuro was about to slide down, he suddenly found that Shen Yuan above him had stopped moving.

He frowned and looked up, only to see the boy pointing his finger at the night sky.

"There's someone flying over there on the moon!" The special tactical eyepiece automatically focused, clearly presenting the white figure in the distance in front of Amuro Toru's eyes - a hang glider, a monocle, and the iconic flamboyant cloak.

As a Japanese public security officer, he instantly recognized the wanted criminal and clenched his fists unconsciously.

Half of it was because of the arrogance of the gem thief, and the other half was because of Monk's attitude of blatantly deserting the mission.

Can people really be so relaxed? "Really?" Chianti's voice suddenly exploded in the headset again. "That birdman has a helicopter chasing him! So cool!" She was as excited as a star-chasing girl seeing her idol. "Compared to him, we are so weak. He has to be so sneaky to steal a document. We are such tasteless thieves!" Chianti's voice sounded like she was lamenting that she had chosen the wrong industry.

Toru Amuro's temple was throbbing.

He really, really wanted to throw a certain red-haired sniper off the roof of the opposite building.

Is now the time to be distracted? Shouldn't you be giving us a warning? And if you're so envious of the above-board approach, why did you join a criminal organization in the first place?! "Don't discuss irrelevant topics. Get out of here!" Gin's cold voice cut through the noise in the channel, lacking its usual gloom. Chianti was a little uncomfortable not being scolded.

The two of them quickly slid down to the ground, and Amuro Toru's movements of pulling the rope were a little rougher than usual.

A black Porsche 356A stopped in front of us like a ghost, and a faint smell of tobacco wafted out when the window was rolled down.

The two quickly boarded the train. The atmosphere inside was tense and subtle. Amuro Toru was somewhat surprised. Gin hadn't reprimanded Monk for his actions, hadn't called him an idiot? Was Gin so tolerant of Monk? An absurd theory began to form in Amuro Toru's mind: Vermouth had once teased Gin about wanting to "drink" with Monk, Gin had covered Monk during the shootout at Gekkū-tei, and a few days ago at the docks, when Rye's sniper bullet ricocheted, Gin's first reaction was to get Monk out of harm's way... and now this almost indulgent silence.

Is Gin really dating a minor? ...What kind of a beast is he?! After completing their mission, the group returned to the No. 7 Club. The cell phone they had left there before leaving was still untouched on the bar. They picked up their own phones, turned them on, and checked for any messages.

Chianti was the first to grab the phone and put it in his pocket. His red hair looked like a dancing flame under the light.

She strode towards the pool table in the corner, and the cue made a beautiful arc at her fingertips: "Hey kid, come on! Bourbon, you come too!" Shen Yuan walked over slowly, "Japanese billiards? I'm not very good at this!" He said this, but he had already picked up a cue in his hand and wiped off the powder awkwardly.

"Ha! Watch me!" Chianti leaned over to serve the ball, and the crisp sound of the cue ball hitting the target exploded in the room.

Three colorful balls went into the pocket, and she shook her red hair proudly, "It's your turn, little rookie!" Shen Yuan smiled slightly, leaned over to take aim, and a red ball went into the pocket.

"Hey kid, you have a lot of room for improvement!" Chianti whistled.

Cohen quietly joined the battle, and the black-clad sniper scored two goals with one shot, his movements clean and neat.

Toru Amuro was the last to play. He had amazing ball control and the cue ball moved so precisely that it seemed like it had been carefully calculated.

After several rounds, the situation gradually became clear.

Chianti's attack was fierce but he made frequent mistakes; Cohen played steadily but lacked flexibility; although Shen Yuan's technique was not very good, he could occasionally hit some amazing and creative shots, but he was always 10% behind.

And Amuro Toru is like a precision instrument, every shot is just right.

In the last game, Toru Amuro ended with a beautiful combination shot, and the black eight drew an elegant arc and fell into the bottom pocket.

He stood up and casually unbuttoned the top button of his collar, revealing the faint line of his collarbone.

He smiled evilly: "Thank you!" Chianti curled his lips: "You are so good that you should compete with Gin!" Shen Yuan's eyes turned and looked at Gin who was sitting at the bar drinking alone, and raised his voice and shouted: "Brother, come and compete with Bourbon!" The silver-haired killer looked up when he heard the voice, and his dark green eyes were like a lurking beast in the dim light.

After a moment of silence, he put down his glass and stood up.

Chianti gave Shen Yuan a thumbs up, then rubbed his hands excitedly and stepped aside. Cohen silently gave up the best viewing position.

Gin stood in front of the table and said coldly: "Clear the table!" Amuro's purple-gray eyes narrowed slightly, and a provocative arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I couldn't ask for more!" In the first game, Gin kicked off.

At the moment of impact of the cue ball, three colored balls flew towards the pocket at completely different angles, but fell into the net at the same second.

The whole movement was smooth and flowing, without a trace of unnecessary force.

"Beautiful!" Amuro Toru exclaimed softly, with a stronger fighting spirit in his eyes.

He controlled the strength as he leaned over, and with a precise rebound, he tore a hole in Gin's defense.

The scores rose alternately, and every shot of Gin was carefully calculated, with the cue ball always stopping at the perfect spot to create an opportunity for the next shot.

And Toru Amuro is like a clever fox, always able to find unexpected attack routes in desperate situations.

At the decisive moment of the sixth game, only the black eight and the cue ball were left on the table.

When Gin leaned over, his silver hair fell from his shoulders, casting tiny shadows on the green tablecloth.

His arm muscles were tensed, and the tip of the club paused subtly for half a second before hitting the ball - "Bang!" The black eight drew a strange arc, and after hitting the edge of the pool three times, it fell accurately into the bottom pocket.

The cue ball stopped steadily in the center of the table, as if fixed there by an invisible force.

"Game over! It seems you are still a little inferior to Bourbon!" Chianti said excitedly.

Toru Amuro shook his head, with a helpless smile: "As expected of a Top Killer, I can't beat him!" Shen Yuan looked at Gin who was standing next to him, and always felt that he was in a good mood at the moment.

Chapter 165: Get the Gold Treasure Again 1

The tires of the Lincoln Navigator L made a slight rustling sound as they rolled over the mountain roads of Rokutani Pass in Tottori Prefecture.