Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Remember [New] for a second,! Gin and Mezcal never fought with their bare hands.

To be precise, since he knew that Mezcal was as pure black as he was, he had never killed that person again.

At most, kill targets in melee with Mezcal, and experience Mezcal's violence as a teammate.

And if they do wrestle...

Gin people are tall and tall, and their height is naturally dominant, while Mezcal is more flexible and agile. The result is either death or injury.

Gin deflected the dangerous dagger from Mezcal's hand.

He didn't want to fight anymore.

What the **** is Mezcal going on, why is he going to fight him without saying a word? ?

Could it be that his intermittent convulsions have been committed again?

So Jin Jiu found an opportunity to stagger a position and unilaterally announced the suspension of the fight.

"What? Come again!" Mezcal pursed his lower lip tightly, a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

"You are not my opponent." Gin stated the truth calmly.

"What are you kidding? How could I not be your match?"

"Maybe in normal times, but now your state is obviously not right." Gin threw the dagger into Mezcal's scabbard accurately, "Tell me, what happened."

When he asked this question, Mezcal didn't want to say anything.

Could it be that he wanted to question Jinjiu, he knew his true identity, but why didn't he expose it?

Although Mezcal didn't know he was a police undercover Scotland, in a sense he was innocent. But from the perspective of gin, reporting his identity to that person or rum is a basic operation, and only this is reasonable and normal.

Why not say it?

As for the answer to this question, Xinfan felt faintly in his heart.

It's just that neither he nor Gin are willing to admit it.

…

Gin didn't tell Mezcal that he already knew his identity.

Vodka told him that Mezcal had just had a long conversation with the police that Bourbon represented. Jin Jiu just nodded silently without saying anything.

He knew that Mezcal had to accept his past after all.

He is the specter of all things, always has been.

But Qin Jiu suddenly couldn't tell who he was.

If he had just been reborn three years ago, he might still have the courage and faith to seek revenge for Mezcal. Now, after three years of completely trusted cooperation and partners, Rao Shijinjiu can't be too harsh on a person who doesn't know anything.

The events of the past life have nothing to do with the present Mezcal.

Gin kept numbing himself with these words in his heart.

In fact, he himself is not sure, if it was himself three years ago, whether he would be able to make up his mind to attack Mezcal.

If he could, why should he wait until the day he was born again?

…

Gin terminates partnership with Mezcal - unilaterally.

For some reason, the boss and Rum acquiesced to the practice of gin, and did not even call him and Mezcal to ask what happened.

Mezcal has frequent contact with the public security. He has learned his true identity from the mouth of Jianggu Ling, and also knows that the Zhufu Gaoming who almost killed him and Jinjiu was his brother.

Mezcal never considers himself a good person. Compared with the police, he actually prefers to organize a wanton and unrestrained life. However, if he is really Zhu Fu Jingguang, he should assume the responsibility of Zhu Fu Jingguang.

It was the organization that made him what he is now, not Zhu Fu Jingguang.

But Jinjiu was going to terminate the cooperation with him just for this reason?

What an international joke!

Can't an undercover agent and a winery model work together? Who stipulated?

Anyway, in Mezcal, his idea is the absolute law, any red, black, secular, reasonable, as long as it is not what he wants, it is illegal.

So, during this time, another legend began to circulate in the organization.

"Did you know? En Duan Yijue, the head of the Japan and Nordic branches, has changed from the most tacit partner to the current enemy!"

"Either the head of Japan, Gin, owes a large debt to Mezcal, the head of Northern Europe, or Gin has greened Mezcal. In short, Mezcal's pursuit of Gin has been going on for a long time. "

"Tsk, gin makes mezcal green? Which girl is so blind, mezcal is obviously much more handsome than gin!"

"What are you thinking, no matter how handsome you are, you have to have your life. In terms of personal safety, maybe Gin is better than Mezcal. And have you seen the real face under Gin's bangs? That's what you said. ?"

"Last time I saw Mezcal holding a 30-meter machete, chased from Stockholm to Tokyo, and slashed with gin!"

"It's terrifying and terrifying. When we took on the mission recently, let's stay away from Japan. It's uncomfortable for the rookies to fight each other!"

Although this legend is slightly exaggerated after artistic processing, it is still quite realistic on the whole.

For now, at least, Mezcal is sitting on the roof of Gin's Porsche 356a, kicking his feet.

If you can ignore the samurai sword that Mezcal is holding in both hands, in fact, he was seen like this, at most, he went to a mental hospital.

And now...

When Jin Jiu saw him, he immediately took out his mobile phone and called the police: "Hello, Bourbon? Opposite the Cuphu shopping mall, there is a madman who touches porcelain with a knife. Quickly send someone to take him away!"

"Bang!"

The sound of the samurai sword hitting the ground made my heart tremble.

Mezcal took the phone from Gin and said calmly to the receiver, "If you dare to come, I'll blow up the police station." Then he hung up the phone.

Drop to zero: "…"

Shivering cold, why did you quarrel to blow up my police station? ?

Mezcal jumped off the roof of the Porsche 356a and stood in front of Gin.

I don't know if it's because of the rising momentum, Jin Jiu strangely found that Mezcal has grown a little taller. He was clearly looking up at Jinjiu, but Jinjiu avoided his gaze with a guilty conscience.

"What are you afraid of?" Mezcal asked suddenly.

Jin Jiu's narrowed eyelids trembled slightly, but he did not answer or refute.

Mezcal sneered and guessed to himself: "Are you afraid that I will sell your information to the public security and arrest you, it is best to sentence you to life imprisonment and let you live in a cramped prison for the rest of your life?"

Gin said nothing.

"Oh, I see. You are afraid that I will use you to obtain information from the organization, that I have been carefully planning undercover operations for so many years, and that I will wipe out the organization and ruin your reputation..."

"Enough! Mezcal!" Gin's eyes turned bloodshot at some point. He glared at Mezcal and said in an almost pleading tone, "Enough, let's stop here."

Have you heard the words of gin prayer?

Have you ever seen Gin beg someone for something?

Mezcal once thought this would never happen, and now he sees it.

But there is no joy in his heart, only endless depression and self-deprecation.

Gin, what are you afraid of?

Gin crossed the Mezcal and went straight to the car, beginning a day-to-day "escape."

Mezcal didn't chase, he still stayed where he was, along with his two sharp katana swords, silently watching Gin drive away, submerging into the bustling and crowded traffic in the evening rush hour.

What the **** am I afraid of?

In the car, Gin's face oozes a bit of a wry smile.

I was afraid that my blood-soaked, dark self would not be able to touch the faint but decisive firelight.

[Transnational criminal organization high-level gin] [Japanese public security undercover police officer Zhu Fu Jingguang]

Look, these two names, even if written together, are incompatible.

…

The super-transnational crime syndicate that traverses the world in black and white has finally ushered in its own annihilation after nearly half a century.

On the day Karasuma Renye died, Gin was by his side.

He listened to the old man in his twilight years tell about his surly and absurd life, but his mind was full of memories of the past.

Gin knew he was going to die, but he should have died here.

His life was filled with despair, screams, grief, conspiracy, betrayal, and crime. If sin had a color, it must be black, abandoned by all light.

However, at the last moment, when the Japanese police led by Bourbon were about to attack the base, Karasuma Renye handed over a list and a key to Gin.

"You are..." Gin didn't know why.

Karasuma Lianye laughed: "The organization I created with most of my life, how could it be destroyed so easily? These are the forces I have left, and I will hand them over to you from now on."

Karasuma Lianye knew that immortality was the wrong way, and he had paid too many unworthy prices for it, and he decided to give up. But he didn't want to give these hidden things to the police for nothing.

Gin might be a good heir.

Jin Jiu's already firm heart was shaken after all.

If alive, who wouldn't want to see what the future looks like?

What's more, there are people he cares about in this future.

Under the relieved eyes of Karasuma Renye, Gin grabbed the list and the key, and he clenched it tightly.

…

Organization collapsed.

But not all criminals were apprehended.

At the top of the wanted list is Gin, the former head of the organization's Japan region.

The arrest of him is the responsibility of the police officer Zhufu of the Ministry of Public Security of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Knock knock knock."

There were three knocks on the door, which lasted nearly a minute in total, but there was no movement in the office, as if no one was there.

Gu Ling ran out of patience, and he pushed the door directly in.

The early winter sunshine outside the window shone down on the man who was sleeping on his stomach by the window.

Different from other colleagues in the Metropolitan Police Department, Zhu Fu Jingguang was wearing a casual sportswear, his hair was messy, and he looked very unreliable.

"Zhufu Jingguang!" Jiang Gu said angrily, "Sleep during work hours, don't you want this month's salary?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang muttered a sentence that Jiang Gu Zero could not hear, and continued to sleep soundly.

Jiang Guling couldn't bear it any longer, so he had to resort to a big move: "We have news about gin wine, he is in St. Petersburg."

The man who was sleeping just now bounced straight from the chair.

"Book me a ticket now, I want the earliest flight today!"

After all, he directly lifted his jacket from the chair, planning to go to the airport just like that.

Jiang Guling hurriedly stopped him: "Jingguang! You... If you see him, what are you going to do?"

"How to do it?" Zhu Fujingguang seemed to have heard the funniest joke, "Of course the criminals will be brought to justice!"

Jiang Gu Ling sighed slightly, but did not stop him.

Although he and Zhu Fu Jingguang were close friends who grew up together, studied together, and became undercover together, those memories are actually only preserved by him alone.

The memories of Zhu Fu Jingguang were wiped clean as early as the day he became mezcal five years ago. During this period of time, although Jiang Guling tried every means to help him recover, Zhu Fu Jingguang himself did not seem to be enthusiastic.

Gu Ling knew that it was because in Mezcal's memory, a very important person appeared, so important that he was not willing to risk the risk of losing his memory again to try treatment.

Gu Ling knew that Zhufu Jingguang and Mezcal were different after all. Maybe one day, Mezcal will give up everything and pursue his own life.

But for Jianggu Ling, he doesn't have to see the various scenes all the time, as long as he knows that the other party is safe, what does it matter even if he doesn't meet?

…

Russia, St. Petersburg

But it was early winter, and the temperature in the city had already dropped below minus 20 degrees, and St. Petersburg was covered in white snow.

So, isn't it a little too easy to find a guy with silver hair in white?

Mezcal succeeded in finding gin on the banks of the Neva with a strange and unreasonable logic.

Gin seems to wear his black trench coat all year round.

Mezcal has been very careful to lighten his steps, but Gin called out his name as precisely as if he had eyes on the back of his head:

"Mezcal, no, maybe I should call you Officer Zhufu?"

"Just Mezcal, it's too much trouble to exchange." Mezcal simply took two steps forward and stood side by side with Gin.

There was a smile in Jin Jiu's eyes that he didn't even notice: "Why, are you here to catch me?"

"Don't run away if you know it?" Mezcal asked. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"I want to escape." Jinjiu said seriously, thinking seriously, "but I can't escape alone."

Mezcal: "?"

"Haven't you seen a police and bandit movie? You have seen my true face. In order to prevent you from revealing information to the police, I have to arrest you."

Mezcal smiled: "But I'm a policeman."

"So do the police."

The cold wind in St. Petersburg that day was piercingly cold, but Gin's face was faintly hot.

For the first time, he thanked God and fate for not letting him die at the base in Italy five years ago, nor at the hands of his old enemy Shuichi Akai, for giving him the opportunity to be reborn and to know the real Mezcal.

He thought, this should be the best ending.

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ooc is too hard to see, I said this is socialist brotherhood, does anyone believe it?