Conan's World: Ke Xue Wei Tan

Late at night, Sarye sat up from the bed, rubbed her sore shoulders, and looked back at the man who seemed to be still asleep.

I have been betting before whether she would be unable to live without Gin first, or whether Gin would miss her first.

Judging from his initiative to come to her, at least in this bet, she won.

Zariye slowly lowered her eyes.

The next step is organization.

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One day later, Sarye said goodbye to Mira and chartered a special plane back to Tokyo, Japan.

Tokyo still maintained its apparent peace and prosperity. When she returned to Kabuki Street, Sarye looked at the exceptionally neat organization members in surprise and asked:

"Where are you having a dinner party?"

Chianti held a can of beer in one hand and a string of lanterns in the other, joking nonchalantly: "Are you willing to come back? Countess?"

Sarye's eyes widened, and she looked distressedly at the corner of the sofa she was stepping on, and shouted: "Who let you eat barbecue in my shop! This sofa of mine is high-end!"

"Are you short of this little money?" Vodka nonchalantly put his feet up on the expensive yellow rosewood table under Sariye's murderous gaze.

Sarie kicked him off the chair.

"Can you keep some of the appearance of a mysterious criminal organization?"

"We are human beings too." Chianti snorted and shouted to the back room: "Cohen! Xila is here, bring out the rest!"

Zariye was stunned for a moment, and then she could only watch helplessly as Cohen placed the plate full of skewers on Huanghuali's table.

"Everyone be quiet." Just a second before Sarye was about to grab Cohen desperately, Gin finally spoke, and Sarye curled her lips and looked at him sadly.

"This is the first time you have officially participated in the organization's operation. They need to confirm some itineraries with you." Gin said to her, then turned to Cohen and said: "Remember to wipe up after eating."

Vodka got up from the ground, moved a small bench to sit down, opened his laptop, and introduced to everyone: "Our target, Yasuhiro Domon, code name DJ, the location of the action is in Cupido Park, code name Eddie D , the time is one o’clock noon.”

Sarye remembered the password and recognized the person on the laptop screen, asking: "Isn't this the first time an elector has participated in the House of Representatives?"

Vodka glanced at Gin, and after getting a positive answer, he continued to explain: "Yes, the organization has used some tricks. Tomorrow he will hire people from the Sakai group as bodyguards. You have to participate in person, and someone will guide him. Enter a position where Cohen and Chianti will snipe, and I, the eldest brother, will have two members join in to assist."

Sariya frowned, glanced around, and asked: "Is this using the reputation of the Sakai group to bury the target person? Is your organization's employment a one-time use?"

This time she was protecting one of the parliamentary candidates. If she failed, all the reputation she had worked so hard to accumulate for the Sakai-gumi would be in vain.

"It depends on your arrangement." Vodka didn't care about this, and even seemed to be gloating. "At the same time, if the first assassination fails, you will give him a shot as plan two."

"Will you fail?" Sarie looked at Chianti.

Chianti replied: "It will be a rainy day tomorrow. If they use umbrellas, they won't be able to see at all."

Gin seemed to notice Sarye's restlessness, and silently reminded: "We have to get together before going on the mission tomorrow to make sure everything is safe. Before that, try not to contact the outside world."

Sarye made a "cut" sound.

She would not make a wedding dress for the organization in vain, and they should not try to take advantage of her.

What Vodka said next was irrelevant. Sariye didn't listen anymore, and she didn't even care that Chianti dripped the juice from the skewers on the table. She kept thinking about how to get in touch with the outside world.

Akai Shuichi, is it a little difficult for you to ask you to learn the Thousand-mile Telephony Technique now?