Ke Xue world is not scientific

Africa, a region.

A Jeep SUV was speeding across the dry ground, and the engine was blowing up the wind.

Although not painted up, the cold metallic texture still makes the car look very powerful.

While the dead grass was crushed by the wheels, a slightly excited voice came out of the car.

"Wei Que, this is great!"

It was Yusuke Suzuki and his group who were in the car.

It was Hakuba who expressed his excitement.

The reason why they were only slightly excited was because they had been out for almost two hours.

Yusuke Suzuki is dressed in a breathable undershirt, and the perfect muscle line provokes Kiel, who is driving, to secretly glance sideways from time to time.

Due to the strong wind and sand, all four of them wore sunglasses.

"Hakuba, you don't have to come to this every ten minutes."

Amuro, who was sitting with Hakuba in the back seat, looked at the vast wilderness and said, "If you're really excited, you might as well fire two shots."

"Then forget it, although I would love to do it."

When Hakuba heard this, he quieted down and spread his hands, "Making a gunshot now will spoil Wei Que's business."

"We're still some way from our goal."

Yusuke Suzuki simply echoed, pulled out the bottle and opened the show.

In a scenario like this, not taking a sip of spirits is really almost meaningful.

They arrived yesterday afternoon, but they have only officially started today.

It's important to keep your spirits up.

Moreover, the information that Bourbon gave him was already very detailed, and there was no need to personally investigate the situation on the ground.

Just go and see where things are going on.

That's where they're going now.

The day before yesterday and... At least in his point of view, the day before yesterday, he and Haibara took two buses back and forth, and returned to Dr. Agasa's house at six o'clock in the evening to cook together.

Bus travel is really interesting.

Look around and talk.

Don't worry about no topic, after all, the scene in front of you is always changing, which can drive the transformation of thinking.

Anyway, he didn't see the impatient expression on Haihara's mourning face.

In the evening, the two returned for two hours of handicraft.

The result is a bunch of little people.

Yusuke Suzuki was in charge of being a Persian soldier, and Haibara was in charge of being a Spartan soldier.

But the hot spring valley has not yet been made, that is more complicated.

He didn't understand how he had thought of replicating the battle of Hot Spring Valley with Haibara at that time.

It was clear that he wanted to be a Trojan horse at the beginning.

When the matter here is over, he will have to make the hot spring valley with Haihara when he goes back.

Alcohol traveled through Yusuke Suzuki's veins, bringing his thoughts to Japan.

Seeing that he began to be distracted, the other three did not bother, and the car suddenly fell silent.

As a 'new member', Amuro Toru never imagined that he would come to Africa to work as a special soldier one day.

Having been organized, or rum was under crazy pressure, he now felt more relaxed than ever.

The idea of trying to risk saving Wei Que was finally not wrong.

Although this operation is difficult and dangerous, it is the opportunity he desperately needs to get out now.

And his presence here also shows that the organization's trust in him is not very low, and it can even be said to be very high.

If he is an 'undercover agent', the three codename members who came with him this time will all be planted.

The meaning behind the organization allowing him to come over and undertake important work such as planning perfection and intelligence collection is self-evident.

In addition, what most attracted him and could support his thoughts was the email sent by the one last night.

The content is simple.

[There will be important tasks for you soon.] Toru

Amuro was curious.

What tasks will it be?

Is it possible to predict the future direction of the organization?

What intelligence can I get from this?

Can you start closing the net?

He had a lot to think about and was urgent.

"Bourbon, change your drive, I'm a little tired."

At this time, Kiel in the driver's seat suddenly spoke.

The car quickly slowed down and stopped.

"It doesn't look like you're consulting me."

Amuro laughed softly, turned his head and teased.

"You should be considerate of the lady, the temperature is too high and very dry, I have no such experience before."

Kiel pushed the car door and got out of the car, untied his headscarf, and straightened his hair while continuing, "Another hour should be there, fight with the militants... I don't know what you guys think.

"That's what you have to ask the person who chooses the task."

Amuro got into the driver's seat, "Come on quickly, miss."

"You might as well just call me ma'am," Kiel rolled his eyes, "It's not that I can't carry out combat missions."

The white horse on the side watched with relish, as if expecting the two to quarrel.

But the same red undercover, even if they don't know each other's identities, they put as much as possible not to conflict in the first place.

What's more, Amuro really doesn't mean anything else to call Kiel 'Miss', just a simple title.

The two shut up together very tacitly, and then Amuro took the initiative to release goodwill and reached a reconciliation.

And Yusuke Suzuki's distant thinking was also dragged back by them.

After another sip of wine, Yusuke Suzuki lit a cigarette for himself, smoking a mouthless camel, highlighting a large amount of smoke.

"Bourbon, drive faster, we have limited time."

He commanded and continued, "Although the intelligence says that the transaction will not be made until 4 p.m. tomorrow, it may not be in advance. "

Understood."

Bourbon added full horsepower and rolled up even more dust on this dry land.

......

Tokyo.

Māori Detective Agency.

Conan is frantically scared at the moment.

When he went to change his clothes just now, the mobile phone was placed on the table outside, and when he came out again, the mobile phone was already in Mao Lilan's hands, and it was still on!

Just now, Maori Lan didn't know why he suddenly thought of sending an email to Kudo Shinichi.

The result, obviously.

His identity, presumably, is now undergoing renewed doubt.

Although he had already pulled Dr. Agasa out as an interface to fool the past.

But....

Suffer to suffer!

He desperately needs someone to help now, using his other cell phone to call Maoriland.

Hattori Heiji is in the big version, and it's easy to say that it leaks his mouth, the possibility of problems is too great, rule it out!

Dr. Agasa, that's naturally even worse, Conan can imagine him talking to his phone.

Once excluded, there are only two candidates left.

Gray plain mourning, or, little friend.

He chose to ask two people for help.

The email was quickly edited.

[Haihara (Brother Yusuke), I was suspected of identity by Xiaolan, please go to the alley next to the detective agency, my mobile phone is there, use that mobile phone to call Xiaolan, please! ] 】