Conan's winery play house

Tequila stood at the door and looked around, but did not see the so-called companion wearing the same black clothes and speaking in Kansai accent.

Gin and vodka themselves are not Kansai accents.

These two are not Japanese at all.

Instead, the crow flapped its wings and spoke.

"Idiot." A low and cold male voice came from the crow's mouth.

That's the sound of gin, that's the crow of vodka.

Therefore, Tequila did not directly kill the crow, even though the back of his hand was scratched by the crow with claw marks.

"Gin, who is that guy? I want to make him look good!" Tequila said angrily without even blinking.

"Who do you want to make look good?" A hand quietly stretched out from behind him and pressed on his shoulder.

The familiar position is the same as the one the guy pressed not long ago.

Just thinking about it makes me feel a phantom pain.

Tequila turned his head angrily and saw an equally familiar face.

White hair, dark skin, blue eyes.

It was the guy who spoke rudely to him not long ago.

He stretched out his hand to show the other person some color, but quickly stopped.

"Bourbon." The crow flapped its wings and stayed in the air.

"This voice..." Bourbon raised his head and glanced at the crow, his eyes lingered on the crow's crimson eyes for a moment, and his eyes flickered.

Gin's voice, it seems... everyone is really worried about Tequila.

So they even arranged such a crow to monitor each other. Is this a real crow? I'm afraid not necessarily.

It's probably something like a monitor.

"Give me your box and key." Bourbon stretched out his hand towards Tequila.

"What do you want to do?" Tequila lowered his eyebrows with a serious expression.

Bourbon...if I remember correctly, Rum's men?

Sure enough, it's as annoying as rum.

"If you want to be blown up, just take it away." Bourbon said casually.

Tequila sneered and was about to leave. He would not be deceived by such words.

"Give it to him." The crow said again.

"Gin." Tequila looked at the crow in astonishment.

"Is there a bomb in the box?" Crow ignored Tequila, just looked at Bourbon and continued to ask in a gin voice.

"Ah, Ivy told me, that's probably it." Bourbon shrugged indifferently.

"Give him the box, Tequila." Then the crow turned his head to Tequila.

"Don't make me say it a third time." Gin's voice was calm but unquestionable.

Tequila gritted his teeth and threw the box and key to Bourbon with an evil look on his face.

"Bring back the box the organization wants, Bourbon, by the way..." The crow opened its mouth at Bourbon.

"Kill the guy who exchanged the boxes." The crow's crimson eyes were as clear as lenses, reflecting Bourbon's figure.

"The mission dropped from the sky... I have to work overtime." Bourbon sighed while carrying the box.

"Why don't you let me go? I can also..." Tequila almost understood what was going on.

In short, someone exchanged suitcases, causing him to take the wrong suitcase, and the suitcase he took actually contained a bomb.

Gin asked Bourbon to get the correct box back and kill the person who exchanged the box.

He can also do this kind of thing...wait.

Who exchanged the box? Where will he find the correct box? How to find the person who exchanged the box? How to kill the person if he can't find it?

Tequila suddenly froze midway through his words and did not continue.

"I really don't know how you got the code name... You can be the base wine, so I feel like I've lost some value." Bourbon curled his lips and said with disdain and incomprehension.

Tequila could only express his anger with his eyes.

"Is there something wrong with what I said? Mr. Tequila, who was almost killed by the explosion?" The white-haired, dark-skinned man's brows were filled with a smile, clearly filled with unabashed ridicule and ridicule.

"You..." Tequila couldn't even think of how to retort. No matter how he responded, he seemed to be incompetent and furious.

"Okay, don't stay here and get in the way. How about sitting in a bar or cafe for a while? Anyway...you can only be a spectator." Bourbon patted Tequila on the shoulder and turned to leave.

He waved his hand with his back to the other party, his voice light and mocking.

Tequila looked at the opponent's back with a gloomy expression.

"Meet you at the cocktails bar." The crow dropped a word in front of Tequila, turned around and flew away.

…

"Brother, is Tequila going to the punishment room again? It seems like he just came out not long ago?" Vodka sat on the sofa at the edge of the bar, closed the laptop on the table, and said to the man beside him.

Tequila...why has he not made any progress despite being in the punishment room so many times?

From rum, to brandy, to whiskey, and Grenada, the four people just couldn't teach each other successfully.

Then it was the turn of vodka and gin.

But even under the supervision and guidance of his elder brother, Tequila still...

"He is an idiot with only force and no brain." The man with long silver hair on the sofa said this. There was no anger at all, but instead he seemed to be stating a certain fact.

Tequila is a qualified fighter, with superior physical fitness and outstanding force value, but - no brains.

He can complete the mission, provided that the mission must specify the requirements in detail, and no accidents can occur during the process, otherwise Tequila will fail the mission due to an accident.

Such people are not suitable for the code name of the base liquor, but the way the base liquor gets the code name is not the same as ordinary members, just like vodka.

Tequila's strength level is much higher than that of Vodka, while Vodka is better at computer technology and driving skills. In short, his auxiliary skills are excellent. As for his brains...the two are about the same.

But vodka is better for gin.

He doesn't need thugs, his own strength is enough, he only needs thugs.

And... vodka has one more advantage than Kirara - it's obedient.

Tequila is more irritable and impulsive than vodka, and in short, more difficult to control.

It's like a mad dog that needs to be chained at all times. Once the opponent lets go, he will rush out without hesitation and cause an accident.

"Fortunately, brother, you let me stare at him with eight feet..." Vodka also breathed a sigh of relief.

The elementary school student that Kudo Shinichi turned into was behind Tequila, and Tequila actually wanted to call them.

Vodka immediately ordered Bachi to interrupt the other party's behavior.

I even wanted to complain that the other party was an idiot.

Don't make phone calls when there are people around! No matter it's the elderly, children or other people, even cats and dogs are not allowed.

"The eight-footer is really useful. It's worthy of being given by Ivey." Vodka stretched out his hand, and the black crow flew in front of him, stood on his shoulder and entered the standby mode.

Vodka touched the crow's soft feathers, which were no different from real crows, and was filled with emotion.

It’s indeed a gift from White Ghost! It’s so useful!