At 10 a.m., the office of the president of Uesugi Corporation.

"President, this is Shima University, Doctor of Nutrition." Ebina said seriously.

"Hello, Mr. President."

Jiang Yuan got up, the two sides shook hands, since the Suzuki family announced the capital injection, a large number of idle funds in the market began to follow the trend, and without scruples to adopt the method of debt financing, including but not limited to loans, leases, bonds, anyway, someone's purpose now is to ask for money, do not care about the deficit on the books, theoretically in debt, but can do more things.

Next, Ebina helped introduce a lot of people, pharmacy, kinesiology, rehabilitation, acupuncture, etc., a total of 18 people formed a professional team, most of them have significant achievements and academic qualifications in the professional field.

"This is Mr. Fukuokayama, who is exempted from the Katori Shinto Stream."

The old man named Fukuoka just nodded.

Next, Ebina introduced the four famous kendo masters in turn, the logistics team and the teacher group spent about 200 million yen per month, and the price of the training equipment on the top floor was even higher, as well as potions, medicinal baths, food, etc., even the organization would not spend so many resources to train a person.

Jiang Yuan clasped his hands together and said solemnly, "Everyone, since I spent money, then I won't talk nonsense, I want to touch the limits of the human body, led by Shima and Mr. Fukuoka, please help me develop a strict training plan, from this moment on." ”

"Understood." Everyone said in unison, this is the respect for money.

……

The student group is dismissed.

After saying goodbye to their three children, Conan and Gray Plains walk home, and the crows are chirping from their street lamps because the weather is too cold for them to forage in the wild.

"This is not the place I should stay, and if I don't want to involve them, I have to get out of here." Conan held the soccer ball, "That's what you think, Grayplain. ”

Gray Yuan looked at the detective in front of him, this guy didn't know the strength of the organization at all, as a transnational criminal group, the resources that could be mobilized were unimaginable.

"Normal people won't believe in this kind of thing when the body becomes smaller, as long as you play the identity of the little ghost well, no one can find you, and everything will wait until then." Conan confidently said that he had won many times, even all the time, and this time was the same.

Gray Yuan was noncommittal, just like the antidote, confessing to the other party was like a chicken and a duck, and the detective must have thought that he had caught the clue, and then rushed forward desperately.

The two walked silently down the street as a crow swept low in the air, and Grayplain's gaze wandered with it, eventually landing on a familiar car.

Porsche 365A.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Grayplain."

Conan immediately looked sideways when he saw the other party stop, only to see Gray Plains completely standing in place, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

"Gin, Gin's cart." Gray Plains said with a shudder.

"What!" Conan closed his mouth in shock, and the clue actually crashed directly into his eyes.

"Doctor, quick, get my stuff to the Fourth Street intersection."

"What are you doing, Kudo!!" Gray Plains snorted in horror, this guy is crazy.

On the other side, Gin left the mall, and Vodka followed behind the eldest brother with a box in his hand, and the two had just finished today's entertainment, 300 million yen.

"There's a memorial service tonight, Pisk will invite you, don't refuse, you're one of the backup options." Gin said coldly.

"Why don't you contact by email, I'm a decent person now." The first thought that came to Jiang Yuan's mind was that something was wrong, the world wanted to deal with him, and it was not an exception for the core members to take the initiative to bump into Conan.

"Do you want to cross the street with your head down, you really look up to me." Gin replied with a cold joke, as ridiculous as the other party was a decent person.

That being said, Gin didn't mean to look at the road at all, the speed of the evening rush hour was very slow, there was no situation where he couldn't stop, and he was good enough to avoid accidents if there were accidents.

The main thing is that he is not in a good mood, and Pisk's affairs have disrupted his entertainment arrangements.

"What the hell, can't you look at the road?"

A truck driver was forced to brake, rolled down the window and yelled.

Gin glanced at it, he had no interest in killing such a guy unless it was necessary.

"Remember to bring a gun and figure it out for yourself at the security check."

The phone hangs up. The driver sat back in his seat in a daze, and his anger dissipated in an instant, these two guys are definitely not good people.

Crossing the road, Gin frowned at the footprints next to the car, which was messy and showed that he had stopped for a long time, and the snow had been falling, and he couldn't distinguish the specific features.

"Check for bombs."

"Yes, big brother."

Vodka swallowed back the words of the passers-by, stepped forward to check carefully, and he still had no problem with the relevant skills.

Gin bowed his head to arrange the operation, sentry, retreat, and check the dead personnel of the target, all of which had to be in place in advance.

Conan and Gray Plains squatting behind the car: "......"

In a frenzy!

Conan took Gray Yuan's hand and got up and pretended to cross the street, Vodka opened the trunk, and the afterglow saw the two people halfway through.

Small children after school.

A thought flashed through Vodka's heart, and he didn't think much about it, he never used his brain to position.

"Big brother."

Gin cleared up, put away his phone and got into the car.

The Porsche 365A disappeared and soon disappeared from Conan's sight.

"How's it going over there?"

"Everything is normal, you value him very much?"

"A talented sniper, the boss is ready to make him an ace to eliminate that guy."

"There will be no problem with the boss's decision, what is the target situation."

"At six o'clock in the evening, show up at the Cuphu Hotel, this is your memorial service, don't mess up, Pisk."

"You don't need to say it."

The faint sound of electricity swept by, Gin hung up the phone, and scanned back and forth in the car, in the gap between the door and the seat, and a strand of brown hair came into view, which made him instantly excited.

"Look what's missing in the car."

Hearing this, Vodka immediately began to check.

"No, big brother."

"That's a lot of stuff."

Gin easily found the chewing gum that stuck to the location bug, a tactic he didn't play with as a child.

Not a thief, not an attempt to kidnap and blackmail, a tea-haired woman who dared to enter an expensive German rain frog on the side of the road.

"Heh, Shirley."

dared to take the initiative to come to the door.

[Shirley is still alive, don't mention you forgot about this mission, she's still in Tokyo, showing up on Fourth Street from 2 to 5 p.m.] ——Gin]

[Bonus, I'll find her.] ——Bourbon]

Gin pinched off the locator launcher, and the gum was destroyed with tooth marks, which would rule out the possibility that Vodka deliberately didn't find out, because he couldn't think of it.

"Big brother." Vodka wanted to speak and stopped, it was indeed a mistake in his inspection process, but after all, the eldest brother just asked him to find out if there was a bomb.

"Watch for next time." Gin said indifferently, to be honest, he was used to it, the crimes committed by vodka were too many to count, and he was trained by the organization from an early age, and he was excellent in martial arts, as long as there were no mistakes of principle, some tolerance still had to be there.