Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 33: Evil is always glamorous
Bullets, pearls, and bills with cut cable ties were all small objects large enough to pass through the gaps left by the deformation of the safe.

Gin immediately came to a conclusion.

It seems that Mizuki Hotosei really didn't have any particular intentions. He just casually vented his violence and took away some light spoils.

He had no interest in even taking a look at the wooden box and documents that might have been even more valuable.

Haha, he is indeed a ignorant and delusional person.

"You have ten minutes, Vodka."

call--

Youyou exhaled a puff of cigarette, and there was an inexplicable hint of playfulness in Gin's tone.

"I'll pry it open, brother."

Vodka opened his suit and took out a crowbar. Don't ask him why he carried it with him, he liked it.

"Is there another person working with him this time?"

"Yes, a young girl, using karate."

"Tsk, Mao Lilan?"

"It should be her. Mizuki Hotaru never thought of hiding it from us. He missed your calls twice and later said he was practicing karate with her."

"Did she kill anyone?"

"No, at most just seriously injured."

"So, she was just an ignorant girl who was taken advantage of? That guy really has a bad taste."

"Brother, the psychological analysis report that the intelligence team sent us said that this is an emotional attachment disorder derived from domestic violence PTSD. Shuiyue Yingsheng casts a wide net in the nightclub as a firefly, casually deceiving others' feelings while desperately longing for love, because of this."

"Oh, what's the conclusion? He's pathetic?"

"The report suggests that Vermouth be the one to capture him."

Gin was silent for a few breaths and then smiled softly.

"interesting."

Both of them are guinea pigs for drug experiments. They both have top looks, excellent acting skills, and are good at playing with emotions.

Huh, is this an allotrope?
Gin's eyes showed a teasing look: "Does the intelligence team have a psychological analysis report on Vermouth?"

"There should be, but I can't see it, brother..."

"I can't see it either. Vermouth belongs to that gentleman. When will she return to Japan?"

"Uh...brother, did you ask the wrong person?"

"…What were Shirley's results on that blood sample?"

"Today's latest report yielded no results. She said it was just an ordinary natural person."

"How is Mizuki Hotaru's performance?"

Vodka looked at the gap under the crowbar that had only widened a little and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Definitely not a normal person!"

"Then it's clear. I think Vermouth should be back soon. Vodka, if you can't pry it open, take the safe with you."

"...Brother, give me two more minutes."

"Heh, the organization found some information in Shuiyue's house and plans to restart the drug transformation experiment. Do you want to..."

"One minute! Big brother! It's about to start!"

Gin curled the corners of his mouth slightly, slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, looked at the clear night outside the car window, and enjoyed this rare leisure time.

He asked Vodka to go alone to clean up the mess, because he thought there was at least one accomplice of Mizuki Hotaru lurking outside, and he could be used to prevent anyone from the Nizang Society from jumping off the building to escape.

As a result, someone did jump down from the fourth floor, climbed to the street and hailed a taxi, but Gin didn't see anyone else approaching until it disappeared at the end of the road.

He thought: It seems that Mizuki Hotaru really doesn't care at all about these people getting away.

What an unscrupulous guy.

What a fun guy.

Five minutes later, a burst of sirens approached the loan shark office building, followed by a not very intense exchange of gunfire.

Ten minutes later, Vodka, with a nervous look on his face, returned to the Porsche 356A parked under the street light, carrying a large package that was one and a half feet square.

Gin sneered and started the car.

"Send an email to Shirley..." "Brother!"

Vodka looked desperate: "Give me another chance, I... I'm a brain type!"

Gin's mouth twitched slightly: "I asked you to tell Shirley that she can go out to see her sister tomorrow, and the person who protects her is Mizuki Hotaru. She needs to observe this experiment closely and give feedback to her own research."

amount……

It turns out to be this.

Vodka patted his pounding heart and nodded vigorously: "No problem, big brother!"

"..."

Gin slammed on the brakes, pushed open the car door, and got out with a cold face. Without him saying anything, Vodka also got out of the car, ran to the front, and got into the driver's seat.

"Brother, where are you going?" Vodka looked obedient.

"..."

Gin silently fished out a cigarette, wondering if he should change a younger brother.

laugh--

A flame lit up, and Vodka leaned over with a match in both hands, looking honest.

Tsk, never mind, being a driver isn’t bad either.

The cigarette was lit, Gin took two leisurely puffs, then, holding the cigarette in his mouth, he opened the trunk and reached his hands into the gap of the deformed safe, and whoosh - he exerted force suddenly!
Crunch!

The heavy metal screamed as it could not bear the weight, and within a second, BANG!!! The hinge of the safe door broke with a loud bang!

"Gulu——"

Vodka swallowed hard, whether it was the person who kicked the safe to the point of collapse, or the big brother who dealt it the final blow.

They are not human!
Gin opened two wooden boxes, one of which contained a few small gold bars, and the other contained an American passport of a disguised identity of Watanuki Tatsuzo; he looked through the stack of documents again, all of which were important contracts with loan amounts exceeding 20 million.

The highest one is 40 million, and his name is Daiki Nomura.

Of course, these are just the principal. If the interest is included... Gin calculated for a few seconds, slapped the stack of documents on Vodka's chest, and walked back to the driver's seat.

"Brainy cadres, here comes your work."

Vodka held the document and turned around blankly: "Brother, aren't you going to hand it in?"

"I'm planning to hire a new driver, and I'm short of money."

Vodka shuddered, immediately took out a laptop from the trunk and got into the back seat of the car.

"Brother, I'll stay up all night!"

"Heh, use this money to build more peripheral forces. What happened tonight will definitely not happen once."

Vodka suddenly realized that with Mizuki Hotaru's bad temper, he might call them again one day to defend himself. They couldn't do that without enough abandoned pawns.

This kind of business that makes a lot of money cannot be interrupted.

On the other side, Yingsheng had the same idea.

But compared to the fact that the incident at the winery had come to a temporary end and he could just wait to go to the creditors according to the list and collect the debts, he still had another tail to deal with on his side.

A tail that should have nothing to do with the subject.

Of course, before that, he had to send Miss Alice, who accidentally fell into the rabbit hole, home.

"Has your heartbeat calmed down?"

On the speeding motorcycle, Yingsheng tilted his head and asked with a smile.

Xiaolan hugged Yingsheng's waist tightly, turned her head to look at the bright and blurry night view under the overpass, and her eyes seemed to be tinged with a dreamy blur.

“It always feels so unreal.”

"Indeed, I have hidden a lot of things from you."

"for example?"

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you.

"Hey, is this one of your tricks? Deliberately creating a sense of mystery or something."

"Haha, did you get caught?"

"Well...it's almost there."

(End of this chapter)