Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

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Blood spurted out of his chest, and Gin felt his eyes turn red.

He has seen too many **** scenes, and even the sweetness in his mouth is exactly the same as in his memory.

However, this time, Gin clearly knew that his life was passing quickly, and no matter how hard he tried, it seemed that he couldn't change the predetermined ending.

He is going to die.

Looking down the trajectory - on the middle platform, Shuichi Akai's annoying dark green eyes were particularly bright in the dark night.

Akai Shuichi.

Also, other than him, who else could kill Jinjiu, the head of the Japan region of the Tangtang organization, under such harsh visual conditions?

No... maybe there's one more person.

The strength gradually dissipated from the gin, and he could no longer grasp the Mezcal in his arms.

This ending is not unexpected, but it came a little early, and some made him unwilling.

Should have killed Mezcal sooner...

It should be dead in your hands.

In the last moments of life, Gin is full of regrets.

…

When the dazzling sunlight shot into Jinjiu's eyes through the thin eyelids again, he was a little dazed for a moment, and he couldn't even tell what was reality and what was dream.

"Big brother?"

Vodka reached out and shook it in front of Gin, "You finally woke up, we have to go back to Japan today for a mission..."

"Snapped!"

Gin squeezed Vodka's wrist so hard that bruises appeared immediately.

Vodka was in pain, but he didn't dare to show any abnormality in front of his elder brother: "Big, big brother, what's the matter with you?"

"Who are you?!" Gin asked coldly, staring at the vodka.

ah?

Vodka was stunned.

But soon, he decided that it was Brother Gin who had lost his mind.

Vodka immediately cried and grabbed the ground: "Brother, have you lost your memory? Did the target die too tragically yesterday and scared you? I said we should find a sniper, and leave the death confirmation to the logistics department. Just do it!"

"To shut up!"

The roar of vodka gave Gin a headache, and he rolled out of bed, but soon turned back to face vodka.

"What, what's wrong?" Vodka was still confused.

Gin gritted his teeth: "Why are you in my room?!"

"Uh..." Big brother's death stare was so terrifying, Vodka couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and then managed to keep calm, "Big brother, have you forgotten? There was only one room left when we arrived at this hotel yesterday. Now, the occupant next door slept like a dead pig, and you couldn't wake him up with Beretta to lock the door, so in the end we just..."

At the critical moment, the vodka mouthed, and Ren Jinjiu couldn't say a complete word no matter how threatened.

damn it! Did you stop here on purpose to misunderstand others? ? !

Gin took a deep breath and kept reminding himself not to be knowledgeable about vodka. He still had a lot of questions for vodka to solve: "Shouldn't we be in Italy? Where is this?"

And what hotels, dead pigs, mess, Gin has no idea what vodka is talking about.

He remembered that he should have died, and died under the gun of FBI Akai Shuichi. Even if something happened later that he didn't know about, he didn't have any wounds on his chest now, not even the healed scars.

Not right!

Hearing Gin's words, Vodka was even more confused: "Big brother, what are you talking about, why are we in Italy? This is Stockholm, Sweden. Some time ago something happened to the Nordic branch, and it was almost caught by the Swedish Security Agency. Sir has sent us to assist the Nordic branch.

"However," Vodka muttered, "we were driven back just a few days after we arrived. It is said that the organization seems to have decided on the new head of the Nordic branch."

and many more!

Gin seems to have caught the truth—even if that truth doesn't seem to be explained by any scientific principles.

He quickly took out his phone and saw the date at the top of the screen.

very good!

A crazy sneer appeared on Gin's face.

He actually went back to three years ago, when Mezcal first landed in northern Europe!

No, it should be said that it was the first time Scotland returned to the organization's sight after suspended animation!

This time, he will never be tricked by that guy again, he will make Mezcal pay for what he does in the future!

Is it an undercover agent of the Japanese police?

Mezcal, you are hiding deep enough!

"I won't go back to Japan!" Gin made a decision with a sneer, "Let's go meet the new Nordic leader!"

…

In a room separated by a wall from Gin—

Mezcal sneezes a second time:

"Ah chirp!!"

He touched his slightly red nose, not knowing when his body became so fragile. Didn't it just blow a little cold wind last night, shouldn't I catch a cold?

The fool who had nothing to do with the cold gun last night should have left, and he should also go to the base of the Nordic branch to have a look.

At this time, Mezcal didn't realize that the world line had quietly changed its trajectory in a place he didn't know.

…

The so-called wish comes true.

When he saw the man with the head of the chicken coop, yawning and yawning out of the door with bread in one hand and milk in one hand, this sentence appeared in Jin Jiu's heart.

He was about to go to the Nordic base to find Mezcal to settle accounts, but he didn't expect Mezcal to bump into him first!

So, while Mezcal was thinking about what to eat for lunch, while kicking his slippers to go to the public bathroom to wash up, a slender and powerful arm was placed in front of him.

ha?

Mezcal raised his head lazily and looked over at Gin—no way, Gin's height has a natural advantage, so don't look up at Gin's cold face.

Mezcal recognized him immediately: "Gin."

Gin raised his eyebrows, thinking that Mezcal had known him a long time ago, and I am afraid that even the transfer to Japan three years later was proposed by Mezcal himself.

Also, for someone like him who is famous in the organization, Mezcal must collect information in advance as an undercover agent.

"Cough." Gin clenched his fist, put it in front of his chin and cleared his throat, "You are Mei..."

Before Skar Bar could say anything, he heard Mezcal say, "Gin, you smell like gin."

After all, under Gin's astonished expression, the damned man still had an old god's presence on his face, patted his shoulder and said, "Young man, did you spend all night drinking with your friends again last night? Like With a spirit like gin, it is enough to drink two glasses of drinks, too much can lead to sudden death!"

Gin's face twitched: "..."

For the first time he began to doubt his own judgment.

Is this man really Mezcal? ?

However, where Gin didn't notice, Mezcal, who had passed him and entered the bathroom, showed a cold smile, full of sarcasm and contempt.

That person just now was the head of the organization's Japanese branch, Jin Bar?

After receiving the gentleman's order to retreat, instead of returning to Japan, he made a special trip to block him. This is not in line with Gin's style of always being in front of people, but rather like... a mouse that can't wait to collect information on core members.

But that's fine, let him show his legs quickly and let him catch this cute mouse early, so he doesn't have to go to Japan again.

After Mezcal washed up, he unexpectedly encountered gin again in the hallway.

By this time he had vodka with him.

Gin didn't talk nonsense, and directly revealed his identity, indicating that he wanted to go to the Nordic branch with Mezcal.

Consistent with Mezcal's idea, Gin also wants to find evidence of Mezcal's undercover as soon as possible, clean up the garbage as soon as possible, and avenge his past self.

The two sides hit it off and immediately decided to go to the base.

Vodka: "???"

Is there something going on here that he doesn't know about? Why did the eldest brother suddenly get along with Brother Mezcal? ?

…

On the way, Mezcal chatted around the gin like a little fanboy.

"I didn't expect that I could meet a real model worker! I heard about your reputation when I was training in Italy, and your mission completion rate seems to have been at the top of the list!" Mezcal's eyes seemed to be twinkling with small stars.

Gin shakes slightly

He couldn't tell the truth of what Mezcal said.

As expected, he was an undercover ace who could deceive him to the end.

Jin Jiu twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "It won't happen soon. There is one person whose task completion rate will exceed mine."

"Eh?" Mezcal seemed stunned for a moment. "Someone can surpass you, who? Ley from the United States, Bourbon from the intelligence team? Could it be the Witch with Thousand Faces?"

Ley, Bourbon, and Belmod are all people who will be deeply involved with Mezcal in the future—and, none of them are reassuring guys!

Jin Jiu calculated secretly, and said on the surface, "You seem to know a lot about the members of the organization who have code names?"

"Isn't this nonsense!" Mezcal pouted, "Although I haven't joined the organization for a long time, these are all familiar names."

Vodka, who was driving, glanced at Mezcal through the rearview mirror.

The person in charge of the airborne Nordic does not seem to be the type of big brother, but... uh, a little silly?

But soon Vodka no longer dared to have such naive thoughts.

Northern Europe is the scientific research base of the organization, and the strength of the action team itself is at the bottom. It has experienced a major change of management and the double blow of the Swedish Security Agency.

Mezcal, the person in charge of the airborne, has no foundation in the organization, and the number of tasks completed is even ridiculously zero. Except for a transfer order from the gentleman, there is almost nothing.

There will always be people who are dissatisfied with being a newcomer's subordinate, and if there is dissatisfaction, there will be resistance.

Mezcal arrived in Stockholm only three days before he was assassinated several times. Even after they managed to gain access to the Stockholm base, there were desperate fanatics breaking into their rooms at night.

And Mezcal also slapped everyone in the face with his own proud strength.

Several assassinations, none succeeded.

Those outlaws who were at the top of the list of killers, not even a single strand of Mezcal's hair were injured, they returned one by one, and soon died.

The only near-successful assassination wasn't against Mezcal...

When Gin woke up from the night, the vodka in the room next to him was nearly beheaded.

Gin put away the dagger that was still bleeding, looked at Vodka coldly, and asked, "Where's Mezcal?"

Vodka looked at the killer whose neck was about to be severed by a dagger in front of him, and was shocked to find that he was actually lying in Mezcal's room!

He was attacked just now as Mezcal!

But mezcal, mezcal he...

"Are you looking for me, Gin?"

In the dark night, under the dim moonlight, Mezcal stood on the tree branch outside the window, looking down at Gin and his nameless valet.

The moment he saw Mezcal, Gin unexpectedly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he quickly regained his senses, he suppressed all the emotions that should not exist in his heart. But the still wet palms seem to be constantly reminding Gin that you are worried about him.

Worry about who?

Worry about an undercover agent who cheats on you and takes advantage of you, his code name is Mezcal.

"I'm sorry." Mezcal tilted his head and said with a smile, "Those people want to assassinate me, but they can't even get in the room. I changed you to my room just to satisfy them once. It's a pity, it's good. The killer seems to be dead."

The words were for vodka, but Mezcal's eyes always fell on gin.

…

Gin finds that mezcal has changed.

No, probably shouldn't say that.

After all, before the rebirth, Gin did not know Mezcal, who had just come to Northern Europe.

It's just that he is very sure that some things are really different from before,

Just like Syrah.

Gin remembered that Syrah had been with Mezcal as early as in northern Europe, and could be said to be his right-hand man. The relationship between the two was so good that after Mezcal was transferred to Japan, Sira would rather give up the opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune to follow Mezcal.

But it was the first time Gin had seen Syrah, which had not yet been given a code name.

There are many research institutes in Sweden, and biological research institutes occupy half of them.

Gin followed Mezcal, the newly appointed head of the Nordic branch who conquered the Nordic branch by means of thunder, and ran rampant in the research base. No one dared to touch Mezcal's bad head.

"what-"

Suddenly, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Jinjiu stopped when he saw Mezcal, who was patrolling the territory with vigour and vigour.

What's the matter, what's wrong with that scream just now?

They are not newcomers, and they should be used to organizing human experiments or something.

Mezcal turned and pushed open the door of one of the laboratories.

In the clean and advanced laboratory, a group of researchers in white coats were pressing a man on the experimental bench who was struggling. They looked flustered, and they didn't seem to expect that the already numb experimental body would have such a big resistance reaction.

Mezcal saw the needle held in the researcher's hand, and he took the experimental protocol from the shelf next to him and turned to the page they were working on.

A few seconds later, Mezcal's faint voice sounded: "A bunch of trash."

The researchers looked at each other in dismay, and then asked angrily, "Who are you, why do you call us trash?!"

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