I Rely On The Vest To Run Amok In The Scientific World

Chapter 7

Rum's Mission

Late at night.

In the black Porsche 365A, Gin threw the phone aside with a gloomy face, gritted his teeth and said, "Vodka, go and find out who he sent to deliver the things."

"His direct operatives, since Scotland was found to be an undercover agent and executed by Ley, Bourbon has been transferred to Rum's intelligence team." Vodka thought for a while and said, "Brother, do you think it's Ley? It just so happened that Ley returned to Japan a few days ago, and although Whiskey's make-up skills are not as good as Belmore's, it is still possible to change someone's face."

"No, the one who sniped Chianti is Ley." Gin rejected it.

"Brother, do you think it will be me?" Vodka asked.

"No." Qin Jiu shook his head, lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and then said, "Although he is a lunatic, he will only be insane if someone touches his scales. Under normal conditions, he I still prefer to hide in the dark and watch other people acting."

Hearing this sentence, Vodka seemed to think of something, and subconsciously shuddered: "It's like Scotland..."

Hearing this, Qin Jiu couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the corner of his eye, and he could only see it when he looked closely. There was a faint scar there, extending from the corner of his right eye to his hair. The Tianling Cap will be cut off.

"I'm sorry, brother." Vodka realized that he had made a slip of the tongue and quickly apologized.

"Go and investigate." Qin Jiu said coldly, "After that incident, apart from Ley, he has no permanent direct staff around him. I want to know who that is."

"Yes." Vodka agreed.

"Woo—" The phone vibrated.

The gin didn't come on until the fifth.

"Gin!" Chianti shouted through the microphone, and even the vodka next to him could be heard clearly, "I was sniped, it was Ley! He..."

"Are you hurt?" Gin interrupted her curse.

"...No." Chianti's momentum was suppressed a lot, and he said angrily after a while, "He broke my scope."

"Trash." Qin Jiu sneered, hung up the phone, thought for a while, and started sending emails.

"Rum?" Vodka glanced over accidentally, just in time to see a name, and couldn't help calling out in surprise.

"Let Rum send Bourbon to Japan." A sneer appeared on Gin's lips.

"But brother, although Bourbon has been transferred to the intelligence team in the past two years, his relationship with whiskey..." Vodka looked confused: expect Bourbon to cause trouble for that person? How can this be.

"Drive, go get something." Gin didn't want to talk to him, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes—as long as Bourbon would trouble Ley.

Vodka could only start the car with suspicion.

On the other side, Kurokawa Rin was still on his way back to the bookstore when he received a call from Conan.

He took an extra look at the time, and connected with a black face: "Conan, what case did you encounter again?"

"..." Conan, who hadn't spoken yet, blushed from choking, and muttered after a while, "I don't always..."

"How many died?" Kurokawa Rin asked directly.

"..." Conan was angry.

Kurokawa Rin sighed, very helpless. Now Conan lives in his own house, and occasionally goes out with Mori Kogoro, and the reputation of the sleeping Kogoro can still be heard at this frequency——Conan, can’t you be a little bit conscious of the god of death?