Chapter 502: Money-Seeking Mezcal

"Vodka, drive to the trading place!" Gin's cold voice sounded from behind.

However, the gin at this time seemed to be colder than before.

Vodka was stunned for a moment, then his body instinctively started the car and headed towards today's transaction location.

The back seat of the Porsche was already in a mess.

A smoking photo fell lightly to the ground. The burned bullet hole in the center of the photo was extremely eye-catching. The bullet hit Fabian West's head.

Nobuhiro bowed again and gently picked up the photo. The curvature of the corner of his mouth widened a lot: "It seems that I guessed it right. This person is..."

"Arian Swan!" Gin read out a name through gritted teeth.

"Ariaan Swan." Nobushige stated softly, "The FBI's young new force, the sniper skills may not be as good as Akai Shuichi. More importantly, he once treated you, a guy who can even see through Akai Shuichi's schemes. Forced into a desperate situation.”

Of course, Nobuhiro's statement is actually an exaggeration. The person who saw through Akai Shuichi's plan was not Gin, but Rum. Ariane Swann didn't push Gin into a desperate situation, he just made Gin look a little embarrassed.

Well, billion points.

"Where is he?" Gin asked coldly.

Xinfan raised his eyebrows: "Why should I tell you?"

Immediately afterwards, there was a warm touch on Nobushige's forehead. Apparently Gin put the pistol that had penetrated the photo and glass just now to his forehead again.

Vodka, who saw this scene in the rearview mirror, was so frightened that the car trembled.

Even so, Gin's gun still didn't move at all.

"Okay, I'll tell you that." Nobuhiro stretched out his hand to hold the barrel of Gin's gun and pushed it away slightly, "Don't point such a dangerous thing at me. What if it goes off?"

"Where is he?" Gin asked for the second time. His patience was running out fast.

"Maori Detective Agency." Nobuhiro hurriedly warned him after he finished speaking, "Before you know Ariane Swann's purpose clearly, I advise you not to be impulsive."

"Mouri Detective Agency." Gin repeated, with a dangerous light in his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" Nobushige warned, "I am an investor in the Mori Detective Agency. If you make me lose money, then..."

Xinfan was suddenly speechless.

He doesn't seem to be able to do anything to gin.

However, this operation of sending Ariane Swann's information to Gin should still bring some benefits to Nobushige. At least Gin's favor can be improved by one or two points.

For someone like Ariane Swann who only changed his name and didn't even hide his appearance, Gin would be able to trace him sooner or later. At that time, Gin will of course suspect Mescal, a person lurking in the Maori Detective Agency.

Rather than doing this, it would be better for Nobushige himself to take the initiative to give the information to Gin.

It's just that he has to find a way to divert Gin's attention to Mouri Kogoro or even Conan.

"I won't do anything to him." Gin suddenly leaned on the car seat and said calmly, "It's not time yet."

Nobuhiro breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief, as if he was thankful that his assets had been saved.

Seeing Mescal's look of getting into money, Gin sneered: "Heihachi Imoto is dead, and your 30 million should be received soon. In addition, the commission for this mission should be at least There are also 100 million.”

"He's dead?" Nobuhiro was a little surprised.

"Of course, he's already dead." Gin's tone was full of disdain for life, "I didn't do it. There are a lot of people who want a guy like him who is rotten from the inside out. Life."

"That's it."

Xinfan moved his gaze out the window, lowered his head slightly, and suppressed the emotion in his eyes.

Heihachi Imoto's death was something he didn't expect.

That person had Ni Shenhui behind him. Even if the organization intervened, it stands to reason that he would not die so easily. There is only one explanation for this situation, and that is that the Mud Council gave up on Heihachi Imoto.

How long can a person survive after being abandoned by the forces he relies on?

Heihachi Imoto is a bad guy, there is no doubt about it. Just like Gin said, Heihachi Imoto is a guy who sucks from the inside out. He used gambling to kill countless retail investors and ruined countless families. He also used false pretense to force many people to do illegal and criminal things for him, and would resort to lynching for the slightest disobedience. Organizations don’t bother to do these things.

So Heihachi Imoto deserves to die.

But he shouldn't have died because of Asano Nobushige's advice.

Because no life has the right to deprive another life, even if it must be done, it should be decided by the great will of life.

Heihachi Imoto was not the first person to die at the hands of Mescal, directly or indirectly, but no matter how many times this happened, Nobushige's heart would be affected.

He always couldn't help but think wildly. Without his suggestion, would Heihachi Imoto not be dead? Or at least not losing his life so early.

But Nobushige was able to get out of this decadent mood very quickly.

Because he knew that if Heihachi Imoto had not died, there would have been more victims, and more families would have been broken up because of him.

Nobushige is not a savior, he has no right to deprive Imoto Heihachi of his life. But he should be thankful that Heihachi Imoto is dead.

Vodka suddenly interrupted: "By the way, brother, was Heihachi Imoto killed by Rum's people?"

Nobufan turned around and looked forward.

Gin didn't speak, but there was a little sarcasm in his eyes.

The two bosses were silent, which made Vodka a little panicked, but he still insisted on finishing his opinion:

"As far as I know, Rum seems to be involved in the gambling industry, and perhaps Imoto Heihachi has violated his interests. After all, our plan is not hidden from the organization at all. Boss Rum will definitely want to kill Imoto Heihachi after getting the information."

"Of course he will take care of these things." Gin said with unclear meaning.

Nobushige added unceremoniously: "He will also be able to take care of these small things."

Vodka: "..."

Do you believe me when I say I didn’t hear anything?

The environment in the car suddenly became quiet, and no one answered Mescal's words. But Nobuhiro doesn't care, saying bad things about Rum or even BOSS behind his back is nothing. There was no way Gin would shoot him for this reason.

Just then, Nobuhiro's cell phone rang.

He suddenly found that he was very busy, either answering the phone or making calls.

"Moshimoshi?" Mescal switched to Asano Nobushige in one second.

On the other side of the phone was Dr. Ali. He said anxiously: "Asano, Xiao Ai is sick."