The sixth man of Conan's police academy

Chapter 287 XYZ Cocktail

March 12, Saday Day.

The sky was gray, and rain gradually fell, and the rain became heavier and heavier as time went by.

Ritsu Sasashima, who was still on duty, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the ninth floor of the Metropolitan Police Department. He really didn't like rainy days. It felt bad when the rain wet his clothes.

And every time it rains, something happens that I don’t like.He suddenly remembered that it was raining in New York, and he also saw the person he hadn't seen for a long time.

At this moment, the Black Widow Tavern is located near Mihua Harbor.

A man in a blue denim jacket was running in the rain. He pushed open the wooden door of the pub and patted the rain off his body while complaining.

"It's raining really hard outside, and the weather forecast is really not accurate at all."

The man approached Vodka, who was dressed in black and was sitting at the bar, with a natural expression. He smiled at the bartender and said, "Hello, please give me the same cocktail as him."

The fat bartender didn't reply, just nodded slightly and turned around to get busy.

The golden eyes behind black sunglasses used the corner of her eye to catch a man sitting down next to her. Vodka raised her right index finger and tapped it twice on the table to remind the man that it was time to hand over the things to her.

During the mission, Vodka also lost his unreliable smile, and his expressionless face turned serious, which really looked like the real thing.

The man who understood the secret code immediately took out the white envelope from his coat. Seeing that Vodka put the contents away without any doubt, he raised the corners of his lips and joked: "Don't you need to confirm the contents?"

Vodka didn't seem to worry about him playing tricks at all. He handed out the brown paper envelope in his arms and hummed softly: "Huh, if it's a fake, your life will be gone."

The man who took the envelope took out a thick stack of Japanese yen and said with a smile: "I want to confirm it carefully."

"As you wish." Vodka picked up the cocktail glass filled with transparent white liquid in front of him. After a brief sip, he could taste the floral and fruity aroma of Cointreau and the sourness of lemon. After careful reflection, he could taste the sweetness of rum.

But as for vodka, he, who loves spirits, has little interest in this soft-tasting cocktail.So after you taste it, just drink it in one gulp.

After the man counted the banknotes in the brown paper, he determined that they were not counterfeit and the number of banknotes was not small. He safely stuffed them back into his inner pocket.

"I kept you waiting."

The man picked up the cocktail he had just made, swung the glass and asked, "What is the next job? I have to know what the key points of the next job are."

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from beside him, and the man almost shook the cocktail out of his glass. Fortunately, he was used to the elusive appearance of people in the organization, and he quickly stabilized himself.

But when he heard what the people next to him said, his heart still beat faster than expected.

"Did you know? Recently, there is a rat sneaking around the organization and doing shameful things." Gin slowly turned his head, and glanced at the man with a cold, viper-like gaze, and asked, "Have you heard about this? ?"

The man hesitated and replied: "No, not very clear, I haven't heard of it."

"Is that so..."

When the man saw that Gin didn't look at him anymore and didn't seem to want to continue the conversation, he asked himself, "Then the next job is to dig out that mouse?"

"No, who is the mouse, I already have my eyes on it."

"is it?"

The man obviously noticed that something was wrong. He forced the bad thoughts out of his mind to calm down. In order to cover up, he took a sip of the cocktail, deliberately changed the subject and looked at the bartender and asked: "This drink is really delicious. Ah, what kind of cocktail is it?”

The bartender, who had been silent all this time, did not answer, and calmly wiped the wine glass in his hand.

Gin, who was sitting beside him, slightly raised his lips, as if he thought of something happy, and spoke slowly: "Rum...with Cointreau orange wine and a small amount of lemon juice."

He looked at the man next to him with a surprised expression again, read out the name of the cocktail, and gave him the final analysis: "XYZ cocktail is made. After drinking this glass of wine, everything should be over."

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he tried to calm down. Maybe he was just overthinking.

He put down his wine glass with a sneer and left the bar, saying, "Well, if you have another job, please take care of me."

His eyes fell on the vodka on the empty cocktail glass in front of him, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this okay? Brother."

He stood up and said, "He must be that mouse. If we let him go like this, he might escape."

After hearing this, Gin showed a happy expression, his eyes fell on the unfinished glass of XYZ cocktail, and he said meaningfully: "Well, don't worry."

Vodka heard the hidden meaning in his elder brother's words. He took off his hat and sunglasses and sat back on the bar chair. He grinned and said, "Please have another glass of the same thing."

Just think of it as... sending him on his way.

After the XYZ cocktail was mixed again, a huge explosion was heard from the street not far away.The chandelier in the tavern and the bottles on the wine cabinet were shaken, and an unlucky bottle of whiskey fell to the ground, shattering completely.

Chivas, Chivas Regal Scotch whiskey, is the code name for this rat.

The sweetness of barley and the unique smoky smell spread in the tavern, and Vodka laughed dryly: "Hey, this bottle of wine won't be counted on us, right?"

"Of course not, sir." The bartender couldn't help but cursed in his heart: I'm out of my mind and dare to accept money from you two. If I accept the money, I'm afraid there will be one less junior member of the organization.

"Brother, is it too high-profile?"

Gin stood up and took out his mobile phone to edit the email, and said calmly: "Someone will handle it."

Ritsu Sasashima was enjoying a late-night snack at the Metropolitan Police Department. Before he even took a few mouthfuls of rice, he received an email from Gin.After seeing the content, the oyakodon in the bowl suddenly lost its flavor.

Wataru Takagi, who was also working, shouted after receiving the news: "Police Department! We just received news that there was an explosion at Mihua Port. The situation is unknown at the moment!"

Yes, yes, I already know it without you reminding me.

Ritsu Sasashima threw the disposable chopsticks directly into the trash can, frowned and said: "Get ready to leave the scene. Hayasaka, please don't go. Help clean up the garbage and go back to rest."

"OK, all right."

Since buying his car Bugatti, Ritsu Sasashima has also curbed his car-loving behavior.He drove the vehicle to an alley near Mihua Port and saw the black Porsche 356A parked at the port.

He pushed open the car door and walked closer, reaching out and knocking on the window glass. When it rolled down, Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, handed over a small metal box.

"This is?"

"A gift for Mud Cangé."

Ritsu Sasashima opened the door and took a look inside, only to realize that it was the two transactions recently carried out by Ni Shenhui in Tokyo. Such documents were actually in Gin's hands. He raised his eyebrows and said: "Heh... thank you for increasing my performance. "

Gin didn't reply. He calmly lit the cigarette with the cigarette lighter in the car and rolled up the window.After all, with his temperament, he wouldn't say "you're welcome" with a smile.

Ritsu Sasashima returned to the car and drove to the location of the explosion. During the search, he deliberately threw the box into the burning flames and waited for the firefighters to find it from inside after the fire was extinguished.

The police will not disclose cases involving Ni Zhenxian to the public.Moreover, the transaction location recorded on it is enough for the police to set up a station to solve a way to get rich in Ni Canhui. For Sasashima Ritsu... this is really a gift.

It's just a pity that Mr. Mouse had nothing left.

"Police Department! Found this in the ashes!" Takagi Wataru said excitedly, holding up the small metal box.

Sasashima Ritsu, who had already seen the contents inside, opened it anyway, Jun's face was full of seriousness.

"Takagi, prepare to close the team. This matter needs to be communicated with the superiors."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)