Conan: Gin, do you want to learn crime from me?

The same blood as ours flows in his body, why does he ignore himself?

Ginjiu didn't know that the main reason why Shanmu didn't talk to him was the stereotype left by the Mingke he saw before. Shanmu didn't want to have a gun pointed at his head at every turn, even though he wouldn't die either.

In this way, one of the two people wanted to find a chance to ask each other, but the other kept his head turned away and ignored them. For a while, the bar was full of gunpowder. Even Jia Jia, who had never understood the situation, felt something was wrong.

"Heh, the wine is pretty good. Don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

After a stalemate for a while, Gin took the lead and couldn't hold it any longer. He had other things to do today, and he really couldn't afford it. He would have to go see the woman he had locked up later.

Today, he went out of his way to contact the BOSS, and the BOSS made a decision to deal with the woman in front of him.

"I don't know what the guests want to hear. How about I explain to you the past and present life of rye whiskey?"

Faced with Gin's sneer, Shan Mu frowned under the mask. There was something in this guy's words.

"Ah."

"Ahem, rye whiskey, as far as I know, is a rich-tasting liquor made from no less than 51% rye and other grains. However, due to some unscrupulous merchants, this It’s easy to make fake whiskey from this kind of whiskey.”

When he mentioned fake wine, Shanmu deliberately emphasized his tone, and at the same time, Gin's face twitched unnaturally.

Did this kid do it on purpose?

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His eyes suddenly became piercing, and Gin was already considering whether to draw his gun. It seemed that he had made a wrong judgment from the beginning.

Originally, he learned from his informants that a genius criminal planner had recently appeared in Mikka Town. Not only was the police unable to see through the crimes planned by him, but even the famous Mouri Kogoro had no clue.

Gin is naturally very interested in this kind of talent. He made a special detour today because he also wanted to see if he could be brought under the organization's wing. The organization lacked such flexible-minded candidates.

Even if you can't become a code member, you can still become a peripheral member of your confidants.

But, why is this person always very enthusiastic when facing others, but becomes so cold when it comes to himself?

Is it possible that he knows about the existence of the organization?

If he really knew...

Thinking of this, Gin's left hand has calmly grasped his Beretta. Facing possible threats, no matter what kind of genius he is, he will not allow mistakes. (Gin is left-handed)

Better kill the wrong one than let it go.

"Speaking of which, guest, have you heard about the 10 billion yuan bank robbery that was discovered recently? The police didn't notice such a simple crime method. It's really unimaginable."

Naturally, Gin's little moves couldn't escape Shanmu's eyes. After realizing that Gin had murderous intentions towards him, Shanmu didn't want to end the game so quickly, so he randomly found a topic related to Gin.

As for Gin, when he heard about the 10 billion yuan bank robbery, he was completely confused about the situation.

If he knew about the existence of the organization, why did he talk about the robbery?Didn't he know that this was planned by the organization?Or does he think the organization won't kill him?

Is it possible that he has a backup plan in this bar?This makes the boss confident.

Gin immediately became nervous. Although on the surface, he still looked as cold and arrogant as before, deep down he had already collapsed into a thread.

Chapter 7 Mutual Exploration

(I drank too much yesterday and had a bad day today. Well, it shouldn’t be a big problem if it’s a little late.)

Seeing the appearance of Gin, Shanmu immediately realized what was going on. He refrained from laughing on the spot and refilled himself with Sugden whiskey.

"Speaking of that robbery incident, the person who planned it was really stupid. He actually let the security guard in the bank survive for a whole night, and even let him meet the police. He was simply merciful."

Shan Mu raised his glass, and regardless of what Gin was thinking about him, he started complaining about the bank robbery, which made Gin so angry that he wanted to curse.

You have to know that the mastermind of this robbery was Gin Jiu. To expose this plan in front of him, the planner, and to have vodka present, was a shame.

As for why you didn't kill the man named Kitamura, do you think I, Gin, the general manager of Tokyo, will be easy to do?

That guy performed pretty well when executing the plan, and it was still broad daylight. How to kill him?

Even if we take advantage of the chaos and kill him, it is unrealistic to infiltrate him into the bank staff. If we really do this, how will Gin lead the team in the future?

This is not how Xiemo kills donkeys. No matter how cold and ruthless Ginjiu is, he can't kill people randomly. You must know that although he killed many people who organized himself, there was a reason for it.

If you kill people indiscriminately, no one will dare to sacrifice their lives for you in the future. If you go to the BOSS, Gin will definitely be reprimanded and labeled as incompetent.

The organization doesn't belong to Ginjiu, it belongs to the BOSS!

Gin's face was almost black with anger. On the other hand, Shanmu didn't seem to care at all. He slowly raised his glass and tasted it carefully.

After a while, he slowly spoke to calm Gin's mood.

"According to police reports, the security guard is a guy who is afraid of life and death but regards wealth as life. There are many ways to target this kind of person, but there is just a lack of a reason.

If it were me, I would have kidnapped the security guard during the robbery and pretended to be carrying a hostage. This would not only allow the police to use a weapon as a deterrent, but also take away this unstable factor. No matter whether I kill him or keep him, at least I won’t have to. Worried that he would appear cowardly in front of the police. "

Hearing this, Ginjiu's eyes instantly narrowed, and the bad mood from Shan Mu just now disappeared.

What this kid said seemed to be true. In the final analysis, it was his own fault. In fact, all he had to do was prevent that loser from meeting the police, and there was no need to kill him immediately.

From the very beginning, Gin was actually unknowingly getting into trouble. For peripheral members, he only thought about whether they could complete the mission, and how to kill them if they couldn't complete the mission.

However, in fact, he can also choose not to kill, just bring the person back first, and then find an excuse to kill him later.

After Shan Mu pointed this out, Gin immediately understood. At the same time, the look he looked at Shan Mu couldn't help but have a little more meaning.

This kid is really capable. His ability to think alone is enough to gain a foothold in the organization.

The organization is currently extremely short of manpower, especially this kind of talent. If possible, it must be brought under the organization's command. Of course, before doing so, one must first see what he thinks of the organization and the police.

Thinking of this, Gin secretly made up his mind, although his face was still as cold as ever.

However, Gin didn't think any more about whether Shan Mu was preparing to harm him. If Shan Mu wanted to kill him, he could just poison the wine.

It can be seen that either the store owner does not know their identities and just said whatever comes to mind; or the owner has recognized the organization's approach from the beginning.

Of course Gin hopes that Shanmu is the latter, but if it is the latter, it means that they have not done a good job of keeping secrets. This kind of love-hate emotion is really uncomfortable.

Just when Gin and Shanmu were going back and forth, Jia Jia didn't understand what they meant at all. He just thought why the rye whiskey in this store tasted better than other places?

Is it possible that some ingredients have been added?It shouldn’t be, my taste buds haven’t degenerated yet…

"Boss, your wine..."

"Boss, I don't know if you are right..."

Gin and Jia Jia spoke almost at the same time. For a moment, Jia Jia felt a little cold on her back, as if she shouldn't speak at this time...

After coughing a few times, Jia Jia lowered her head, temporarily ignoring the warning from her elder brother's eyes, and An Xin acted like an "ostrich".

Seeing Vodka giving in, Gin snorted coldly and continued:

"What do you think of the police? It seems to me that you have black blood flowing in your body. Are you dissatisfied with the police?"

Gin swore that except when he faced the BOSS, he had never been so polite to the one-eyed dragon in his life. If it weren't for the fact that there were many things in the organization and he was too stressed and didn't want to delegate power, he would be so kind to a stranger.

You know, for the sake of the Miyano sisters, Gin suddenly turned his golden hair into silvery white, just like the legendary Wu Zixu, who turned white overnight.

Facing Gin's question, Shanmu didn't feel any surprise. If he didn't ask, then he wouldn't be Gin.

After wasting so much time testing yourself, aren't you just greedy for your own body... Bah, are you greedy for your own abilities?

Even so, Shanmu has no interest in the winery. He is willing to let him make suggestions, but he still doesn't want to go to kill people himself.

It’s not like I’m a germaphobe, but it’s just too troublesome. I have to wash my hands when I come back.

But Gin is a good person. I can think of ways to let him kill some corrupt officials or evil capitalists. This person is an interesting person. I have the impression that he treats everyone equally and thinks that everyone is a bastard.

If such a master who is not afraid of heaven and earth is used properly, wouldn't it mean that he is one step closer to Shan Mu's idea?

Therefore, he needs to think of an excuse that can reject Gin's invitation without embarrassing both of them.

After thinking about it, Shan Mu drank all the wine in the glass and immediately started his performance.

Chapter 8 Shan Mu’s Ambition (Please urge me to update the new book, please give me a five-star review, and please send me a message for my condolences)

"Actually, it's not a good idea for us to talk about this, but since you, my guest, want to hear it, I will tell you my opinion. If there is anything wrong, I hope you can correct it in time."

Hearing this, Ginjiu nodded and signaled Shanmu to continue talking.

“First of all, this guest, you have overlooked a question. There are many types of police. There are those responsible for maintaining public order, those responsible for transportation safety, and those responsible for dealing with violent crimes, economic theft, arson, etc. There are also many types of police. , I am quite indifferent to these people, no matter what they do, I am not surprised, do you know why?"

"Why?" Gin answered subconsciously following Shanmu's words.

"Because the police can't make the decision. Just like what was said in a movie, people can't help themselves in the world. Once they put on that body, their hearts can no longer follow their own will. Their superiors let them They can do whatever they want, otherwise they will be punished.

And most of their superiors have colluded with unscrupulous traders in society. As a result, the government and businessmen protect each other, and most of the victims are ordinary people. Even if there are a few people in the police who have a sense of justice, they If you can’t rise, what can you do? "

"Ha, that's ridiculous. I didn't expect your idea to be so childish."

Gin sneered, seeming to be quite disdainful of Shanmu's answer. He had understood this cliché ten years ago, otherwise with his talent, it would be impossible for him to take the exam to become a professional police officer.

"Are you naive? I don't think so. Human beings can be divided into three types throughout the ages. The first type is those who do not have their own thinking and can only do things according to other people's arrangements. There are many such people, accounting for about [-]% of the total. about.

The second type is that they clearly have their own ideas and believe that they can do something, but for various reasons, they make excuses for themselves and are unwilling to do things. In the end, they are forced to follow the crowd and think they are sober. , this kind of people are the most numerous, probably accounting for [-]% or [-]%.

Only the third type has their own thoughts and will put them into action. These people are worthy of admiration regardless of whether they have achieved results or not, and only about half of these people, or even less.

Guest, what kind of person do you think you are? "

Gin frowned when he heard this, and subconsciously said that he was the third type. He was not willing to admit that he was the same as the public.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out. When he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have no thoughts of his own, and everything he did seemed to be continuing the BOSS's thoughts, which had nothing to do with him.

When he first joined the organization, he just wanted to be loyal to BOSS, the person who had always taken care of him. His purpose in life was just to realize BOSS's wish - immortality.

No, why was I led by this kid?Didn't I want to ask him what he thought about the police and then see if he could be brought into the organization?

Gin's eyes trembled suddenly, and unknowingly he said again, there's something about this kid...

"Ahem, I'm asking you what you think of the police. What's the point of saying this?"

Seeing that Gin didn't seem to be fooled, Shanmu smiled and continued:

"Guest, you don't understand what I mean. Isn't this what I'm saying now? Those policemen are all the first or second type of people. There is no third type of people. So when you ask me how I feel about them, I just You can say that you don't hate or love them, after all, they are just knives in other people's hands.

In a country like Japan, whether it is the issuance of government orders or the issuance of decisions, the interests of the chaebol are considered first. When the chaebol become stronger, they will recruit legislators who are their spokesmen, so that they can continue to expand their advantages. , becoming the most brutal interest group in history until it drains the blood of this country.

So, if you ask me how I feel about the police, I really can’t tell you, but I deeply hate the plutocrats behind the police. "

After getting a satisfactory answer, Gin nodded and stopped asking any more questions.

Although Shanmu has a good attitude towards him, he also knows that the plan to win over Shanmu must have failed. This person hates the chaebol so much that he even scolds the chaebol in front of him. You must know that the BOSS who supports the growth of the organization is also a chaebol. Origin.