Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 283 Belmode:?

Mac brandy or rum, who has the bigger backstage?

This is a gift question.

At least it's a proposition now, because Rum's father is a member of the organization who has followed the leader of the organization for a long time and has real power. Like an idiot prince inheriting the throne, he inherited his father's real power, got a code name, and became the second-in-command of the organization. .

Even if he doesn't fart at all, he will occasionally fall apart when doing a mission. He can only pretend to be very powerful with his resourceful and wide-assed face, and from time to time he will dazzle in front of Gin and be disturbed by Belmode. Playing around carelessly.

He is also the second in command of the organization.

In fact, Rum is not just a waste, he has certain abilities. Even with his own strength, he can become a codename... and he can also become an organizational talent...

You can also become a low-level member of the organization!

He has an IQ, but not quite. He has force, but not quite. He has a keen sense of smell, but probably only once or twice in his life. It will even lower his opponent's level and force, causing his opponent's teammates to feel that they will be beaten. Isn’t it incredible that this kind of guy sees through it? Are my teammates asleep? Or do we have teammates who are more lagging and holding us back than Rum? 'Confused bottom members.

For such a guy to be the second-in-command of the organization already says a lot.

For example, how powerful his backstage is, and the components of his backstage are somewhat similar to that of Mr.

The information records the twists and turns of Amanda's case, and how Rum finally completed the task without being "busy as Rum was for a whole round".

He spoke calmly and stated his question, "Why compete with Lamb?"

No matter who it is, when they encounter a future, they will have a friendly attitude, or even be friendlier.

'Satan' is not a second-generation black man with mellow blood. He has no backstage, but he will create his own backstage and use his own power to control everyone, all forces, and all existences, whether it is an official force like the FBI or an organization like this. The black forces are all forced into the same camp.

So, after a long pause, Gin answered the correct answer to the question, "You."

This was a basic question for the future. Gin quickly reconciled himself. No need to answer, he went back to his own words: "The information shows that the shogi player involved in the Amanda case was poisoned by rum. Koji Haneda, related to MI6,"

"The organization investigated the relevant investigator Akai Mutake. His public identity is a detective, but he is actually an agent."

……?

"He said that he didn't alert too many forces, but only attracted a few forces," Gin repeated the contents of the document, "Only the police, FBI, MI6, etc."

Ichijo Mirai glanced at Gin and said, "Wow, it seems that you think highly of me. Thank you for your trust. I will perform better next time."

Every dog ​​he passed by had to be kicked into the group of people who "suffer for the sake of the beauty and peace of mankind".

Almost instantly, Gin filled in a piece of the puzzle: Oh, while eliminating three batches of FBI, Mirai Ichichi discovered an interesting FBI and secretly contacted him.

He raised his eyes, looked at Ichijo Mirai, and asked again, "Why do you think of competing with Rumplestiltskin?"

"An FBI."

Is that what you want?

It is necessary.

Normal people are walking, and when they see a dog on the road, they will suddenly ask their companions, "Hey, am I the better one, or is that dog better?"

Just a few hundred million points.

It just alarmed a little more people.

He narrowed his eyes again, "But the handler is Rum, there is no body."

FBI?

Compared with rum, Macbrandy is...

And if he didn't die, then...

It is obvious who has the bigger backstage between Mac Brandy and Rum, Rum has the bigger backstage.

He squinted his dark green eyes and looked at Mirai Ichijo, "Who is that interesting person you met who is related to Akai Mutake?"

It's more obvious who has the bigger backstage, 'Satan' or Rum.

Akai Mutake is dead.

That's fine.

They may have fought against each other during the three sweeps, and Ichijo Miku won and was interested in that FBI.

Taking into account Rum's ability, and considering that Akai Muwu is not an ordinary person, but an agent of MI6, and there is no body, it seems a bit unbelievable.

will not.

All kinds of thoughts passed through his mind. Gin was thinking about how much Rum had leaked about the organization. He was also thinking about how many forces were staring at the organization now, and how much effort the organization would have to expend. Seven years later, it was time to wipe out Rum again. butt.

The name of the camp is: Maintaining World Peace.

However, this subtle attitude has nothing to do with that gentleman.

"The person I met who looks very similar to you," Ichijo Mirai replied, "is the son of Akai Mutake."

...But a future is indeed more powerful than a dog, more doggy, and has the ability to have sudden whims.

Compared with rubbish, it is better to compare with Belmode and compare the "level of headache".

He pretended not to see Gin's expression, lowered his head, and continued reading the information.

"Is this the person you are looking for?" He looked at the information, "He is dead."

Although, the gentleman's attitude towards Macbrandy was quite subtle. He never criticized and always acquiesced to 'Oh, are you in trouble? So is he happy? Just be happy. ’, and almost met him personally.

'Only'.

Gin is like this, he never criticizes Mirai Ichi, never takes action, behaves very carefully, and is careful not to do anything that will misunderstand Mirai Ichi. He cares very much about Mirai Ichi's mood, health, whereabouts, and existence. Toy.

That FBI should be in New York.

The FBI in Tokyo is almost extinct. There are almost no survivors. The only survivors are almost scared into trembling drowned dogs. They are not like people who will make a future look at them differently.

The FBI, who is in New York but can compete with a future in Tokyo from a distance, is one of the commanders of the three FBI operations?

perhaps.

After filling in the puzzle pieces by himself, Gin didn't ask Ichijo how he met the FBI in the future, and didn't pay attention to the specially emphasized sentence of 'very similar to you'. He just said in a calm tone: "Akai Mutake is an MI6 agent. His My son actually becomes an FBI?"

"Is he going after the organization?"

This question did not require an answer. He said: "We are investigating."

"Otherwise," he looked at Ichijo Mirai, who was looking down at the information, "you wouldn't come to me to ask for the inside story."

Since you are asking for the inside story, it means that Ichijou is going to have some fun in the future.

Gin warned: "Don't expose the organization's intelligence too much."

He even took countless steps back, lowered his bottom line countless times, and directly ignored basic but obviously impossible requests such as 'Don't reveal the existence of the organization', 'Don't reveal information about the organization', etc. He only asked, 'Don't be too exposed. intelligence'.

Mirai Ichijo looked up at him, smiled, and said nothing.

"You," Gin leaned forward and stared at Ichijo Mirai, his eyes slightly oppressive, "Want to help him deal with Rum?"

"seriously?"

Mirai Ichijo said he wanted to hunt down Rum, but he wasn't serious about it.

If you are really serious, let alone fly out of the neon lights overnight, even if you really put on wings and fly into the sky, you can't escape. Ichijo will do whatever it takes in the future, like a madman who will not sleep and chase him crazily.

So what about this time, is it going to be a casual tease, is it going to be a little serious, or is it going to go all out?

"It's none of my business. It's not me who has a grudge against Rum for killing his father." Ichigo Mirai lazily turned over the pages and wrote down the information on the file. "Why do you think I will help him? It seems to be acquiescence that I treat him Very friendly.”

He put down the information and smiled at Gin, "Because I said you two look alike?"

There is only a coffee table between the sofas. The coffee table is so narrow that when looking at each other across the coffee table, Ichimiku can clearly see Gin's dark green eyes. He stares at the dark green eyes with deeper pupils and smiles. "Unfortunately, it's the opposite."

"I don't like the FBI."

"OK, I've finished reading the information. It's a boring mission failure record." He sat back, lazily lying on the sofa, and flipped through the information again as if he was bored. "However, here in the information, it shows that Rum A special poison was produced, causing Haneda Koji to die suddenly, as if he had died suddenly."

"What kind of medicine is this? It's so interesting."

The information blocked Mirai's face, but he moved down slightly, revealing his red eyes, "Do you understand, GIN?"

The pair of red eyes were slightly crooked, with a smile, and they stared at Gin calmly. It seemed that the owner of the red eyes found an interesting word among the dense and boring words, so he was quite interested and said casually ask. No need to say more, Gin can understand that he is a little eager to try, "Give me some, I want to play".

When encountering something that interests you, the first reaction is to play. This is a promising future.

"...It is a poison developed by the organization. It is an unfinished product, codenamed APTX4869," Gin said calmly, "It makes people die like sudden death. It is just a side effect of the unfinished product. When encountering some silencing incidents that do not want to leave traces of the organization, ,Can use."

"Do you need it?"

Key point: Use it only when you don’t want to leave tissue traces.

Ichijo doesn't need to think about this issue in the future. He has always been used to taking the organization crazy to the world to announce.

"If necessary," Gin said calmly, without expressing any expectation or disbelief, "you can apply,"

After a pause, he added, "I have seventeen more pills here, so I can give them to you now."

Like his tone, his expression was also calm, with a default attitude of 'approval in advance is against the rules, but if it's you, you don't have to follow the rules'.

Mirai Ichijo looked at Gin.

His red eyes were fixed, and the pupils were a bit darker than before. They were no longer round, but had a faint tendency to become slender, and became narrower and narrower, as if they were narrowing into vertical pupils.

Before his pupils changed significantly, Mirai Ichijo blinked and held up the document again, "It's a very interesting thing. Give me a few to play with."

He judged: Gin did not know that he had taken a special drug.

"What's your impression of this drug?" He said in a rather casual tone. "If someone can still be alive and kicking after taking such a dangerous drug, wouldn't that be a monster?"

Almost before Ichijo Mirai finished speaking, Gin said urgently, "Don't take it."

"If you think it's interesting, if you want to play, you can feed it to others and watch them struggle before death," his tone became a little cold, "but don't take it yourself."

Not just a little bit, but it really turned cold. Gin said coldly: "Don't seek death."

A future: "Serious medical advice."

"Don't be so serious. I'm just talking casually and don't really want to take it." He was still casual. "How long does this medicine take effect?"

Everyone's words have some degree of credibility. Even Rum's words when he is serious still have some credibility, but it is lower. But there is no such thing as a future word.

"Don't eat it yourself," Gin repeated word for word, "effective immediately."

"The person who takes it will not die immediately, but will suffer a period of severe pain, and die suddenly as if his heart is overwhelmed. Even forensic doctors can't find any doubts."

Effective immediately, huge pain...

Ichijo Mirai thought about it for a moment, and then felt the cold gaze on his head. He subconsciously raised his head to meet the expressionless Gin.

He repeated a third time: "Don't take it yourself."

"will die."

"...If you are interested, you can go to the research laboratory to read drug information, or apply for drugs and conduct multiple batch experiments."

"...The current lethality rate of the drug is 100%. If you really want to take it, you can report it to the gentleman first and go to the laboratory for testing, so that you can rescue him in time."

Gin backed down.

He was reluctant, as if he knew that stressing and repeating it three times would not affect a future decision, so he pinched his nose and gave in reluctantly.

It's like humans know that they can't reason with a cat, 'You're not allowed to push the cup', they can't reason with a dog, 'You're not allowed to wag their tail', they can't reason with a fox, 'You're not allowed to seduce people', they can't reason with a future dog. The truth is 'you are not allowed to eat'.

A future: "."

He paused subtly for a few seconds and looked at Gin a few more times, "You misunderstood,"

"I was thinking, if the effect of this medicine is to make people suffer extreme pain after taking it, and appear to be in sudden death, and make people fall into suspended animation, and they can wake up after a period of time, wouldn't it be fun to do it? of?"

For example, the organization sent people to spy on intelligence, and the members of the organization succeeded in spying, but were discovered, chewing the poison in their back teeth like a dead soldier, and 'died' on the spot.

At the same time, the organization sent people to intervene, guiding the watchers to conduct an emergency hunt, and relaxing the supervision of the 'corpse'. After a while, the 'corpse' could stand up and kill the people nearby, and walk around easily with the information in hand. return.

Not only the black side can use this medicine, but the red side can also use it.

such as……

When you want to make a certain undercover agent retire successfully and fade out of the dark field of vision as a dead person.

The brain was thinking, and a future mouth said thoughtfully: "If the fatality rate is 0%, then if you are bored at ordinary times, wouldn't you be able to take one for fun?"

"You can also send people to take medicine on a large scale on the streets, causing panic in Tokyo. If hundreds of people are struggling on the ground at the same time, wailing and dying, as if they were cursed... Wow, it must be a wonderful scene. .”

Gin: "..."

Oops.

"It's impossible." He categorically rejected the proposal that would make the organization one of the top three terrorist organizations in the world. "The organization does not produce much medicine, only a few dozen pills a month. It cannot be used for your entertainment."

"Such drugs are taboo and must not be seen in the public eye."

It would cause huge confusion.

This is not something that the organization should consider, but since the emergence of a future, the organization has become proficient in considering this aspect.

Gin: "No."

He was very serious, "If there is a huge commotion, that gentleman will..."

Mirai Ichijo answered, "Will you hunt me down?"

He flashed red eyes and looked at Gin with green eyes.

"..." Gin changed his mind without hesitation, never satisfied with the scheming guy, "No."

"That gentleman won't hunt you down, but he will get angry."

Extremely angry.

and got angry with the utmost rage.

A future: "..."

Well, I can't do anything with you anyway, so what's wrong with you? I'm angry! '.

He lowered his head speechlessly, pretending to be busy flipping through the information, and then casually said, as if he remembered something, "By the way, help me find my contact information."

"A blond, beautiful woman who said something like 'secrets make women more attractive', you know, eh, your expression is so strange?"

Gin's expression was a little subtle.

He stared at a line of information about Belmod's future that seemed to be casually inquired about for a few seconds, then for a few seconds, and then for a few more seconds.

Barely blinking.

After a moment, his tone was cold and he said slowly: "You should have known about the medicine."

"Belmod told you."

"She encouraged you to take medication."

Every sentence, Gin is a declarative sentence.

A future eye moved, capturing the information he wanted, and smiled, "So sure."

Next, Gin no longer made a firm statement, but a question, "What is the reason for your heartbeat?"

Questions that don't require an answer.

His dark green eyes darkened, "Feeling pain? Looking for excitement in dying? Touching the boundaries of life? Gaining happiness in the sharp and fatal danger?"

"What else did you play?"

(End of this chapter)