Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 79 New York Incident (Chowder Ready)

United States, New York Airport.

"So it turns out that Mr. Lin is here to visit relatives in the United States."

Kudo Shinichi walked with Mao Lilan, chatting and laughing with the white-haired Lie next to him.

"Yeah~" Lie smiled and chatted with him, tilted his head and glanced at Tokyo Tianma who was following unhurriedly behind him, and his smile grew stronger, "Speaking of which, is anyone here to pick you up? "

Kudo Shin nodded, "Well, but I don't think she's here yet..."

Lie shrugged, smiled and waved his hands: "It's like this...that's a pity ~ we have to separate, see you again when we have a chance!"

"Of course!"

Kudo Shinichi also waved, watching Lie get into a taxi and leave the airport.

It's almost six o'clock (US Daylight Saving Time).

Kudo Shin glanced at his watch and fell into thought again.

Seeing his sudden silence, Mao Lilan asked strangely, "Xinyi? What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing." Kudo Shinichi came back to his senses and smiled, "I just think Mr. Lin's hair is very special."

"Indeed...it's as white as snow."

Mao Lilan also thought of the white hair on that head, "Has Mr. Lin ever dyed his hair?"

Kudo Shinichi shook his head: "I have observed it, it should be born."

"Huh? There are still people with white hair in this world." Mao Lilan stared at the direction where Lie left.

"Probably not, although I heard that the Nordic race has silver hair and a touch of blond hair, but this snow white..."

Just as Kudo Shinichi was about to express his inference, a familiar shout came from a distance:

"Xiaoxin, Xiaoxin! Here, here!"

Look back.

A tall and beautiful woman was standing beside the silver-white sports car and waving at them. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, she attracted many people's attention.

"Mom..."

When Kudo Shinichi saw the person, his face was speechless for some reason, "Lan, let's go there."

"Eh? That's Shinichi's mother... she still looks as young as before."

"She will be very happy if you say that in front of her..."

-

Where there is light there is darkness.

The darkness of the day is the shadow, and the darkness of the night is the protagonist.

New York, near the Empire State Building, an underground stronghold of the Black Organization.

In the darkness, the slender fingers pinched a match, lightly scratched across the sandpaper, and lit the cigarette end after the fire was lit.

Slowly the smoke coiled in the room.

Jingle~
The gate of the stronghold was pushed in.

"How did you find the target?" Hearing the voice, the woman who was lighting a cigarette lay lazily on the table and turned around, "Bourbon?"

"very successful."

The latecomer turned on the light in the room, and his short golden hair came alive under the light.

Bourbon took off his peaked cap, his eyes were cold: "As you expected, that wanton murderer has attracted the attention of the FBI, and a team has been sent to find..."

There was a pause.

"And the leader of that team is Shuichi Akai, who is called..."

"Silver bullet."

The beautiful woman with wavy hair straightened up with a cigarette between her fingers, and flicked the ash, "According to that person, this person has the same mobility as Gin in just two years, but I think it's a bit alarmist. "

If you walk on the street, someone may recognize that this woman is a super popular actress, the daughter of Sharon Wynyard: Chrissy Wynyard.

Of course, she has another name - Vermouth.

"Well... I think so too." Bourbon shrugged and looked at the time, "I remember you said you had an appointment tonight? Why don't you just leave it to me to assassinate that man?"

After Bourbon's words fell, a cold killing intent appeared on his body inadvertently.

That man... must die!
Belmode looked at him with a half-smile, "Ah, do you hate him so much? I remember you performed several missions with him, didn't you?"

"So what? Traitors should be killed mercilessly... right?"

Bourbon slightly restrained his smile, showing a harmless expression.

Belmode shrugged: "You're right... But unfortunately, I also want to meet this 'silver bullet' with my own hands, so I'm sorry~"

There was a flash of loss and hatred in Bourbon's eyes, but he concealed it very well, "Ah, it's okay... But I hope you fail, maybe I can have a chance next time."

"...Then, I can only hope that your wish does not come true, or I will be ashamed."

Belmode smiled indifferently, and didn't shy away from Bourbon. He changed his makeup in front of her, and even applied a silicone-like mask on his face.

Bourbon waited for a while, then glanced down at his watch.

It is 06:30 in the evening.

When Belmode finished changing his costume, Bourbon was a little worried and said, "Are you sure you can do it alone?"

"Isn't there you supporting me?" Belmode put on his wig, turned his head quietly, and put on a pair of glasses, "Since that person said that Akai Shuichi is exceptionally sharp, the more people there are, the easier it is to be discovered .”

"Well... just think you're right."

Bourbon smiled in a low voice, looked at Belmode, his tone was a bit malicious, "I really want to see, if other people know that Sharon Wynyard and Chrissy Wynyard are actually the same person, they will reveal What kind of expression?"

When Belmode turned around, his appearance was completely different from before - short blond hair over the ears, paired with black-rimmed glasses, and slightly wrinkles on his face...

Actress - Sharon Wynyard.

It's him!
"Okay, it's about time for me to go... Bourbon, remember to find out where that guy is for me~" After changing clothes, Belmode's voice became much deeper and more stable.

"……Oh, right."

When he walked to the door, Belmode reminded him again:
"That pawn is useless... Get rid of it, so as not to get in the way."

Bourbon nodded and put on a black windbreaker: "I know."

Clean up the useless chess pieces...

This is the consistent style of the organization.

-

Also in New York.

Just at the end of Broadway, in an unremarkable small residential building, a blond man with a full beard is trying his best to conquer a game.

Small but complete.

Although the room is small, it is full of electronic equipment. There are seven or eight computers alone.

There is also a mobile phone on the table that keeps ringing.

A teenager sitting in front of the computer glanced at the blond man playing games from time to time, with a very helpless face: "Uncle Tianman... the phone."

"I know, I know..." Tianman reluctantly put down the game console and picked up the phone, "Who is it?"

"I'm Retsu~ You're America's Tenma, right?"

As soon as Tianman heard the other party's self-introduction, his playfulness flew away in an instant, and he immediately stood upright:
"Yes! I'm Tenma from Massachusetts! I wonder what your order is, my lord?"

"Ah~ That's right, can you check the whereabouts of 'Sharon Wynyard' for me? I accidentally lost it~"

　Actors take their places~

　　ps: Belmode's home game

　　
　
(End of this chapter)