Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

As we all know, using the name of the wine as a code name is a major feature of the organization, and being able to have a code name is something that countless peripheral members dream of.

The code name is sacred, and there are few things in the organization that can match it.

Therefore, these code-named members always feel how advanced their code names are. Except for colleagues and dead people, they generally never tell others easily.

Gin is even more extraordinary.

Imagine that an ordinary person came across gin on the road, and then patted the gin on the shoulder naturally, and said: "Oh, gin, the weather is really good today."

In the next second, passers-by will probably be able to witness a tragic massacre with their own eyes.

It feels terrible to think about it.

But the old man who seemed to be just a housekeeper or an entourage in front of him was able to call out the code name of gin so casually, what kind of a powerful character would his master be?

Xinfan was suddenly glad that he received a phone call from Gin yesterday. He didn't refuse to work overtime because the task was boring, and he didn't overslept this morning. Otherwise, he wouldn't have seen such a weird scene.

The old man seemed to have subconsciously ignored Mezcal and vodka. He only had gin in his eyes and regarded it as a guest of honor.

Upon seeing this, Xinfan gave him a higher evaluation.

Yes, just continue to ignore it like this. The more you ignore him, the easier it is for him to investigate things unconsciously. It would be better if the host here can leave the gin alone for a while, and then give him a chance to explore it.

Thinking like this, Xinfan kept walking inside with the gin.

Behind them, some men in black clothes and sunglasses took over the car containing a lot of drugs.

From the outside, this villa seems to have been abandoned for a long time. The fountain in the center of the garden has dried up, covered with various flowers and plants, and the stone road is also full of moss. The main building is surrounded by vines, some are dead and some are still lush.

But when Xinfan walked into the building, he knew what it meant to be tacky and rich.

Resplendent!

It was truly magnificent and magnificent several times more exaggerated than Karasuma Renye's Twilight Pavilion!

From walls, furniture, vases, decorations, to carpets, chandeliers, handrails, window frames, everything you can think of is golden. Even the inconspicuous bamboo water in the corner of the hall is sprinkled with dense gold leaf.

Anyway, Xin Fan started to feel pain in his eyes as soon as he walked in.

"Please wait here for the two of you." When approaching the study, the old man really stopped Xinfan and vodka, and brought the gin in alone.

But even so, the waiter in the villa did not neglect them.

There are soft sofas, reading materials and chess to pass the time, and all kinds of exquisite Japanese and Western confectionery. Xinfan even had the illusion that he was vacationing in a seven-star hotel of a local tyrant.

He picked up a cup of black tea carefully brewed by the waiter, but didn't drink it. Instead, he talked to the maid next to him: "It's really remote here. Life is too inconvenient because it is so far from the nearby town."

Vodka immediately answered: "There is no inconvenience. Daily necessities can be delivered by helicopter. I feel that living here is very quiet."

Clean?

Xinfan seriously suspects that Vodka is telling the truth. With such a magnificent building, he might suffer from mania if he lives in it.

Unlike vodka, the maid just smiled politely, but did not respond to Xinfan's emotions.

Really, it's so weird here, a maid's professionalism is not known how many times higher than vodka.

Looking at the surrounding environment again, Xinfan suddenly had a terrifying guess—maybe the master in the study is the boss!

No way, no way? !

But Xinfan soon rejected this speculation.

If this is really the property of the boss, the butler just now wouldn't ignore Mezcal. Even the people around BOSS don't know him, so wouldn't he have been in vain for so many years?

Xinfan firmly believes that he will not be so miserable.

After a few minutes, Xinfan went to the bathroom under the pretext and succeeded in getting a chance to move freely for a period of time.

He checked the environment of the villa. Although cameras were installed everywhere, they were not working, as if they were just furnishings. Even so, Xin Fan made a circle from the outside very carefully.

In the backyard, the people in black were carrying drugs from the car before. Their goal was a deep and spacious basement. Xinfan also went in to investigate through the blind spot of his sight, but he didn't get much gain.

The only certainty is that the owner of this villa is really courageous, dare to store so many drugs and arms in the warehouse. From the perspective of the amount of transactions with the organization, his importance to the organization should be immense.

Xinfan wandered in the corridor in a leisurely manner, as if he was really just a somewhat boring guest. However, he always maintained a high concentration of attention.

"Dudu—"

Suddenly, the phone he put in his pocket began to vibrate.

Xinfan took out his phone strangely, and a pop-up box appeared at the top of the screen, which read:

[Warm reminder, the monitoring equipment will be turned on soon. ]

Several question marks appeared on Xinfan's head, and at the same time, a chill climbed onto his scalp along his spine.

He felt as if he was being watched, and that person provoke him with integrity.

This sudden inexplicable reminder is not credible, but out of caution, Xinfan ended his investigation and quickly returned to the bathroom.

He pressed the flush button, then went to wash his hands again, and then walked out.

When he walked to the previous reception room, the gin had returned. He frowned at Xinfan and said, "Where have you been, Mezcal?"

Just when he said the code name of Mezcal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xinfan noticed that the expression of the butler next to him changed slightly.

"Why, do I have to report it to you in advance when I go to the bathroom?" Xin Fan asked rhetorically.

Gin glanced at him coldly: "Someone wants to see you, but of course you can disappear."

"Mr. Gin!" the butler hurriedly reminded.

However, the death sight of Gin Wine was swept away at him in the next instant, and the butler was immediately frightened. Dense beads of perspiration continued to ooze out of his forehead, and the hairs on his body also shuddered because of the danger.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally felt the gin's momentum that made Shirley tremble head-on.

Xinfan watched curiously the interaction between the gin and the butler. He can be sure now that the so-called master is at best organizing a more important partner, and the gentleman probably doesn't like him very much.

No, no, these are not important, Xinfan now wants to figure out who the guy who sent him the warm reminder is just now!