In an ordinary apartment, Kosuke Kanai sat on the sofa and watched the news on TV.

The ornate restaurant on the sea gradually collapses on the television, and all kinds of broken building materials fall into the water and splash huge waves. Billions worth of assets have been reduced to ruins, and at the same time, the owner of this sea restaurant, the billionaire Xu Shengyi, has died.

And the one who caused all this was a taster named Fair Sawaki.

The beautiful reporter on TV, Shui Wunai, condemns this deranged murderer. Her tone was encouraging, her words were sharp, and she hated such behavior that undermined social stability. People can't help but feel the same hatred when they look at it, and they are disgusted with this person.

Looking at the news, Kosuke Kanai spat out a mouthful of incense rings, and the expression on his face was very disdainful.

"It's a fool to be caught." In vain, he provided him with so many bombs and helped him dispose of Murakami's body, but it turned out that Sawaki Fair only killed one person, which was really useless.

He scoffed, leaning back against the couch and resting his legs on top of each other on the coffee table.

It's naïve to think that you still kill people by numbers. Wouldn't it be better to blow up the target and the house into the sky at that time?

However, with Xu Shengyi's net worth, he alone is enough to be worth ten hundred. With his credit, presumably when the organization takes over Xu Shengyi's property, the next assessment of formal members will be soon.

Thinking of this, he took a deep puff of his cigarette and secretly extinguished the end of the cigarette in the ashtray.

He walked into the bedroom, where he turned on his computer and emailed the adrift and dangerous woman he had invited him to the organization.

Although he has not been a member of this organization for a long time, he has already experienced the power of this organization in a short time. Not only does it pay a lot of money to complete tasks, but it also allows you to get something that is difficult for ordinary people to get with the help of the organization.

Like, bombs.

In the past, his bombs were stolen from various powder magazines, not to mention the danger, and the amount obtained each time was also small, which could not support his consumption at all.

But since joining the group, he hasn't bothered about explosives.

And that's just the perk of being a peripheral member.

If you become a member of the organization, then power, money, status, and other things that ordinary people can't hope for are all at your fingertips.

Soon, the other party's reply was sent.

[OK, the next assessment is in the near future, and I will let you know when the time comes.] - Belmode]

Seeing the reply, he smiled with satisfaction.

This woman is still sensible.

I don't know if he can enjoy this woman once after becoming a member of the wine name......

I don't know what to remember, his expression suddenly became a little gloomy. The last time he killed Yamaguchi Yukie, he was robbed of his head by a sniper in the chaos, and his arrangement became someone else's wedding dress!

I don't know what the next assessment will be, if it's still an assassination... Don't blame him for hurting the innocent!

......

At night, Amuro opened the car door and got out of the Mazda in a suit. He looked up at the brightly lit Tokyo Tower in the night, and after standing for a moment, he took out a bouquet of flowers from the co-pilot and walked inside.

At a table by the window in the restaurant on the top floor, Belmode sits at a table in a red dress, looking down on all of Tokyo.

She held a goblet in her hand, and the liquor in it shook gently. Take a sip, and the refreshing aroma of wine penetrates into your lips and teeth.

Stepping out of the elevator, Amuro scanned the surroundings and walked straight to the set location.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's rude to have the lady wait, Bourbon." Belmode leaned back in his chair and looked at the man in front of him in a suit and leather shoes holding flowers.

"I'm sorry, it's my apology." Amuro smiled, put the flowers on the table, and naturally pulled open the chair on the other side and sat down.

Belmode glanced at the bright red roses on the table, took one out and sniffed it, "Roses, what a nice flower." ”

"Beauty naturally needs to be accompanied by roses." Amuro has a smile on his lips, but it's completely different from his usual gentle smile.

At this time, as a bourbon, he is dangerous and fascinating.

The waiter served two plates of steaks, and Amuro nodded politely in thanks.

Instead of talking to the cautious and sleek guy in front of him, Belmode asked directly about the reason.

"What's the matter with me this time?"

Amuro didn't talk nonsense with Belmodedo, and got straight to the point: "I heard that the next assessment of the organization's peripheral personnel is about to start, and you are the chief examiner." ”

"What? Would you like to get involved? ”

Amuro shook his head slightly, "I'm more interested in the person under you. ”

He picked up a knife and fork and cut off a piece of steak, and the two of them were like a couple on a date, and outsiders could not imagine how dangerous they were talking.

Pouring himself a glass of red wine, Amuro said casually: "I heard that he has the credit for the bombing of the Water Crystal Sea Restaurant this time." ”

"You're very well informed."

"After all, it's intelligence, and it's not difficult to know this."

"So you're looking for me today for him?" Belmode put down the wine and looked at him with one hand on his head, trying to see something on his face.

Amuro laughed, "I wonder if you need a reliable deputy examiner?" ”

After Belmode left, Amuro stood alone by the window. The lights of Tokyo are bustling with thousands of homes at your feet.

.....

Kamikawa came out of the police station instantly, accompanied by Conan, who was caught by him to make a record.

Kamikawa instantly got on the motorcycle and handed him a helmet, "Do you want me to take you for a ride?" ”

"Forget it." Conan was not in high spirits.

A few days after the last case ended, they started school, which is why the transcript has been delayed until today.

"Then let's go see Dr. Asasa, he's already been discharged from the hospital, right?"

Speaking of this, Conan looked at him with half-moon eyes open, "...... Dr. Agasa's injuries are almost healed. ”

Kamikawa: "......"

So fast?

It's only been a few days!

Forget it, Conan's affairs are so entangled in so many ways to find guilt for himself.

"Then I'll go see him, that's just the last time."

"Hmm."

Conan put on his hard hat and climbed into the back seat.

Kamikawa rode his motorcycle and drove steadily towards Dr. Agasa's residence.

On the side of the road, a man with a black knitted hat pulls out a can of coffee from a vending machine.

He wears a black waistcoat, his right hand in his pocket, and his left hand opens the tab of the coffee with one hand. As if sensing someone looking at him, his gaze swept this way.

Looking at this person, Shangchuan's speed gradually slowed down.

Some images flashed through his mind, but they were too fast for him to catch.

It's so familiar, who the hell is it?

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PS: I finally have an alliance leader! Happy!

Tomorrow will add three more chapters for the alliance leader Ye Kaiwen!

The recent chapter is a bit difficult to write, and the next chapter is estimated to be written after 12 o'clock....