Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Amuro sighed. He knew that he had missed this great opportunity. He couldn't let Mezcal notice his behavior, so he could only choose a tactical retreat first.

It doesn't matter, Jiang Gu Ling, you still have a lot of opportunities.

Amurotou turned off the lamp in the room, then turned and left.

After the door was locked with a "click", the man who had slept comfortably in the bed suddenly opened his eyes slowly. His eyes were as bright as colored glaze under the reflection of the moonlight, and they contained a shocking melancholy.

Zero, sorry, it's far from the day when we can recognize each other. Now I can only be Mescal, I can only be Asano Nobuhiro, not...Kifuku Kikamitsu.

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After Jiang Gu Ling left the hotel, he did not immediately give up the information here.

Once he returned to the residence, he turned on the computer, logged into the organization's intranet with his Bourbon account, and inquired about Mezcal's recent tasks.

Mezcal's authority is higher than that of Bourbon, so not all missions can be seen. Coincidentally, today's actions against the painter were not classified, so he found out as soon as he checked.

It's just that Jiang Guling watched this task over and over many times, and then called up the painter's information to watch and watch, but still couldn't find the weirdness.

The mission is normal. The target intends to escape after getting the benefits from the organization. Mezcal is ordered to execute him and retrieve the template of the counterfeit money. Don't talk about Mezcal for this kind of thing. Norriya has also participated in a lot when he was a bourbon, although his main work is usually intelligence collection.

A normal execution mission is nothing, why on earth would Mezcal fail to figure it out, and even come to find a colleague for a drink? It's almost like a real social animal.

Speaking of which, if the organization is just an ordinary company, he and Mezcal might really be able to go to an izakaya for dinner together after get off work like this.

Because of Jiang Gu Ling's distraction, the computer screen automatically shuts down.

Upon seeing this, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Mezcal's anomaly was not understood, and his heart was always hanging. This situation affects the work too much, so Jiang Gu Ling decided to temporarily shelve the work of summarizing the information submitted to the police and deal with the problem of Mezcal first.

He glanced at the time that was approaching dawn, and dialed a number without hesitation.

After a while, the phone was connected, and a deeply sleepy voice came from the receiver: "Bourbon, you'd better give me a reasonable reason to explain the big night...ah no, maybe it's early morning. Yes, and call to harass me."

"I heard that you know Mezcal well." Jiang Gu Ling's voice became colder, and he said straightforwardly, "I want to know the content of his recent mission."

In a corner of Tokyo, the graceful blonde only wore a short silk skirt. She leaned lazily on the head of the bed and asked with interest: "Your tone reminds me of something not so good. But you shouldn't be that kind of person, Bourbon?"

Hearing this, Jiang Gu Ling was secretly frightened, but that was all. Jiang Gu Ling admitted that his act of calling Belmode was indeed a gambling element. It's just that Mezcal's matter is obviously more important than being spied by someone.

"Don't tell me you are not interested in him." Jiang Guling sneered, "I'm just giving you an excuse to investigate him."

Belmode raised his eyebrows, but did not refute: "Who would be uninterested in him? A member who has never been named in the organization, suddenly parachuted to Northern Europe to become the person in charge, and soon came to Japan again. Got half the power of Gin. No one in Mezcal could do this before."

The rapid promotion of Mezcal often shocks veterans like her.

So, if it's Bourbon, Belmode doesn't mind being treated as a gun by him, anyway, she always has a chance to get it back.

"Leave it to me, at most half an hour, no, I will give you the answer in ten minutes." Belmode said these words with a smile, and then unilaterally cut off the communication.

Never underestimate the famous Witch with a Thousand Faces in the organization. Perhaps she is more tolerant of her "godson" and "goddaughter", and she does practice mysticism at ordinary times, and basically does not participate in tasks that she is not interested in. But once the Thousand Faces Witch gets serious, no one can escape her eyes.

Ten minutes later, a much more detailed information than Jiang Gu Ling's own investigation lay in Jiang Gu Ling's inbox.

Jiang Gu Ling was feeling the power of Belmode in his heart, while browsing the contents of this document at a glance.

Since he didn't specify the specific time period "recently" was referring to when he asked, Belmode simply sent the mission schedule for nearly a month and even the action plan.

Looking at those short pages of text, Amuro Toru's calm expression gradually became unsupported.

Why does Mezcal have so many fewer tasks than him? ? No wonder Mezcal can manage music classrooms and detective offices while taking care of organizational work! Who would have thought that the senior cadre who had been assigned half of the powers of Gin in the mouth of Belmode had only such a small amount of daily work!

In this way, Asano Nobuhiro sometimes even asked Amuro to work overtime! Especially when Mrs. Yamada asked for additional classes, Nobuhiro Asano never gave this task to someone else!

When Jiang Guling calmed down a bit, and then carefully studied the contents of the document, the doubt in his mind became more solemn.

It's normal.

Mezcal’s daily work is basically those ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ murders, arson, threats and blackmail. Apart from escorting a batch of drugs with the car not long ago, Mezcal’s life is boring.

Could it be that Mezcal is really in a bad mood because he just killed a person today?

In fact, Jiang Gu Ling was so familiar with this kind of painful feeling. What he really wondered was why Mezcal felt emotionally fluctuating because of this.

When they first joined the organization, in order to cut off the retreat of potential newcomers, the organization basically arranged the task of personally executing the target in a short time. The first time I aimed my muzzle at a real life, I felt the hot blood flowing at my fingertips for the first time.

At that time, he saw Belmode for the first time, and the beautiful woman laughed at him for his cowardice, and ended the life in her hands casually. So Jiang Gu Ling understood. He understood what he was going to do now and in the future, and he also understood the weight of the burden on his shoulders.

It is precisely because Jiang Guling has seen too much in the organization over the years, and it is precisely because he knows himself and other members that he is amazed.

Will Mezcal be an undercover agent?