Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Chapter 495 We've finally arrived in Los Angeles.
Sensing the displeasure in the BOSS's tone, Vermouth dared not argue further and could only suppress her doubts, quickly agreeing, "Yes, I'll prepare to leave immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth threw the cigarette in her hand into the trash can next to the sofa.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the cigarette butt she threw clearly missed its mark, landing directly on the hem of Gin's black coat with a glowing ember.

The sparks stuck to the fabric, slowly burning a small black dot, and it looked like they were about to ignite the clothes.

Gin's eyes instantly turned cold. He stared intently at Vermouth, his body motionless, as if he hadn't seen the burning cigarette butt, emanating a terrifyingly low pressure.

Vodka, standing next to him, turned pale with fright. He quickly reached out and brushed the cigarette butt off Gin's coat, frantically stomping it out while muttering, "Brother, are you alright? Did you get burned?"

“Sorry…” Vermouth glanced at the disheveled Vodka, her tone light and without the slightest apology.

She turned to Pisco, her tone casual: "I have to go back to America, it's the boss's order. As for the Miyano couple, you can handle it yourself, don't bother me anymore."

"Back to America?"

Piscoe paused, nearly dropping his pen on the table.

"Isn't Rum in charge over there? Why does the BOSS suddenly want you to go back? Has something serious happened?"

"how could I know!"

Vermouth curled her lip, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"If you're so curious, you can call the boss yourself and ask him if he'll tell you."

After saying that, she ignored the three people in the office, shuffling away in her high heels, her long golden hair swaying behind her, leaving behind a faint scent of perfume and lingering cigarette smoke.

Pisco watched Vermouth's departing figure, then looked down at the red telephone on the table, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

A flood of doubts washed over him, but after hesitating for a long time, he ultimately did not pick up the phone.

Although he is a veteran of the organization, he and the BOSS started from scratch and founded the Black Organization as it is today.

However, over the years, he has been stationed in Japan for extended periods, and he has met with his boss, who is far away in the United States, less and less often. The tacit understanding and trust they once had have gradually been replaced by estrangement.

More importantly, in recent years, the BOSS has become increasingly ruthless and decisive in his actions, and has become increasingly harsh on his subordinates. Even veterans like Pisco subconsciously try to avoid contacting him directly, for fear of offending this unfathomable leader.

"This woman is so arrogant!"

As soon as Vermouth stepped out the door, Vodka couldn't help but complain, his voice full of resentment.
"She's arrogant because the boss treats her differently. She even deliberately burned my brother's clothes with a cigarette butt just now. That's too much!"

"All right!"

Pisco slammed his hand on the table in frustration, interrupting Vodka's complaints in a stern tone.

"What's the point of saying all this! If you really want that woman to back down, then during the time she's gone, find the Miyano couple and bring them to the base. As long as the drug research can proceed smoothly, the BOSS will naturally know who the truly useful people are! Understand?"

Vodka wanted to mutter a few more words, but Gin gave him a cold glance, and he immediately swallowed his words.

Gin straightened up from the wall, his silver hair gleaming coldly under the light.

He looked at Piscoe, his tone firm: "I understand. Leave this to me. I will find the Miyano couple within a month." With that, he stomped heavily on the cigarette butt Vermouth had just thrown away, extinguishing the remaining embers. Then he turned and strode towards the office door, the hem of his black coat swaying slightly with his movement, exuding an undeniable sense of authority.

"Big brother! Wait for me!" Vodka quickly caught up with Gin, and the two figures soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Pisco was the only one left in the office. He looked at the empty doorway, then at the pile of lab reports on the table, and sighed heavily.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the lights in the base became increasingly glaring, but his heart was heavy.

Vermouth is suddenly recalled to the United States, the whereabouts of the Miyano couple are unknown, and the organization's drug research comes to a standstill.

All of this was like a tangled mess, giving Pisk a vague sense of unease, as if some storm was quietly brewing.

……

After a long flight of more than ten hours, coupled with the delay at the U.S. military base in the Aleutian Islands, the plane carrying Lin Xiuyi and others finally landed slowly at Los Angeles International Airport.

As the plane's tires touched the runway, making a smooth friction sound, a long-suppressed cheer erupted in the cabin.

Everyone was relieved to have arrived at their destination safely.

Outside the porthole, the Los Angeles sunlight was particularly dazzling, streaming in through the privacy glass and illuminating every corner of the cabin.

The distant skyscrapers gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the cityscape of Tokyo.

Lin Xiuyi stretched and rubbed his stiff shoulders before turning to look at Fei Yingli beside him.

The girl still had a stern face, her eyes showing a hint of wariness towards the United States, clearly not yet fully recovered from her experience at the US military base.

“We’ve finally arrived,” Lin Xiuyi smiled, trying to ease the atmosphere. “Let’s get some rest first, and then we’ll go see UCLA tomorrow. I heard their law school is very famous.”

Eri Kisaki gave a soft "hmm" and didn't say anything more, just lowered her head to organize her backpack.

The more than two hundred dollars that were stolen by the US military were like a thorn in her heart, making her feel more complicated about this country she once longed for.

After getting off the plane and walking through the crowded terminal, Hayashi Hideichi and Kisaki Eri said goodbye to Kudo Yusaku at the exit.

Kudo Yusaku needed to transfer flights to New York for his new book launch. He patted Hayashi Shuichi on the shoulder and said with a hint of teasing, "If you run into any more 'trouble,' remember to call me. Maybe I can provide some material for my new novel."

"Forget it, I don't want to encounter another hijacking." Lin Xiuyi smiled helplessly and watched Kudo Yusaku's figure disappear into the crowd.

Just then, a clear and pleasant female voice rang out: "Excuse me, are you the summer camp delegation from Teitan Junior High School in Japan?"

Lin Xiuyi and Fei Yingli turned their heads and saw a blonde, blue-eyed beauty smiling as she walked towards them.

The woman wore a beige business suit that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her golden curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a gentle smile with eyes full of enthusiasm.

Behind her were two American students in school uniforms, holding signs that read "Welcome to Teidan School".

(End of this chapter)