Chapter 725: Vodka

"Because it makes no sense."

Bourbon's face was filled with a weak smile, but in the eyes of Gin now, this smile was really pleasing to the eye.

"Well, there's no point." Nobuhiro glanced at him coldly and asked, "Then you may be able to explain why you have already lurked next to the target, but he was still alive ten minutes ago."

Bourbon spread his hands and replied innocently: "Assassination is the job of your action team. My task is just to sneak in, investigate, and then provide you with first-hand intelligence. You can't expect an intelligence expert to be an excellent executioner at the same time. Right?"

Nobuhiro didn't need to say anything this time, Gin was already alert: "Mezcal, you'd better not do anything in front of me!"

"That……"

"I can't even leave!" At this time, Gin looked at Bourbon with a bit of sympathy. He warned Mescal, "In the next period of time, you and Bourbon will have the highest authority among the members in Japan." , don’t mess up the situation here.”

Nobuhiro leaned against the window: "I have been in charge for a long time. It's just Japanese affairs. I don't need you to teach me."

"It's best this way." Gin decisively gave up on someone. He was worried that he would vomit blood if he continued to talk to Mescal.

"Bourbon." Gin glanced at the blond man next to him with his eyes as cold as a poisonous snake, "Go to the mezcal and don't let me repeat it a second time."

Bourbon raised his eyebrows in surprise at first, then quickly opened the car door and got out of the car, expressing "I don't want to offend Gin" vividly.

Gin glanced at the time, and his expression suddenly worsened.

But Mescal was still joking there: "I hope you can still catch the plane."

Gin suppressed his anger and whispered to Vodka: "Let's go!"

Vodka was so frozen by the cold air emanating from his elder brother that he didn't dare to say a word, so he could only quickly start the car and leave.

Bourbon, who was driven away by Gin, shyly opened the Maserati passenger door.

"I'm going to the Rifeng Music Classroom in Yoneka Town 5-chome." Bourbon asked naturally, "Where are you going?"

So Xinfan replied in a more natural tone: "I just happened to be on the way."

In this way, Toru Amuro successfully caught a ride back to the music classroom.

In fact, Nobushige wanted to ask him why he went to the music classroom so late, but due to his status at the moment, he did not ask in the end.

Toru Amuro opened the car window wide and let the cool night wind flow into the car and blow his bangs up.

Nobushige took the opportunity to look in the rearview mirror and glanced twice. For most people, lifting their bangs is the time of social death. Bangs can transform a person from a big face to a small face, and can instantly transform a person from a rough and wild temperament to a gentle gentleman. But Toru Amuro is different. He lifts up his bangs to attract little girls more.

Nobushige silently thought about the scene of taking off Suzuki Sonoko's hairband and putting it on Toru Amuro.

Just...it smells pretty good, especially Suzuki Sonoko, the headband really restrains her appearance! !

Nobuhiro turned on the car stereo and felt great listening to American country music. Racing at night is a way for him to relax and he enjoys this fleeting time.

But someone interrupted Nobuhiro's self-pleasure without a look: "Do you know where Gin is going? I don't mind exchanging information with you."

Nobuhiro had no choice but to pay some attention to Bourbon. He said rather disdainfully: "Of course Gin went to South Africa. Everyone knows this kind of thing."

After all, with the big mouth of Belmode, Nobuhiro felt that Bobo should have learned about it from her.

Unexpectedly, after listening to Nobuhiro's words, Bourbon laughed heartily. He smiled very happily: "Now I have the information."

Nobuhiro: “???”

what is this? He considers someone a friend, but someone just wants to get information from him?

Thinking of this, Nobuhiro didn't say a word to Bobon all the way. His face was full of unhappiness, and then he sent Bobon to the door of Lufeng's music classroom.

But the moment Tohru Amuro got out of the car, Nobushige still asked: "It's so late, why don't you go home?"

"It's just a place to sleep. So, see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." Nobuhiro replied calmly.

Toru Amuro showed him a big smile, then got out of the car and walked into the music classroom.

Nobuhiro watched the lights of the music classroom come on, took another deep look, and then drove away.

He found that the music classroom he ran was now almost turning into Feng Guling's private office. Wasn't this man worried that he would do anything about it?

Upstairs in Lufeng's music classroom, Mouri Kogoro was holding a can of beer and drinking alone in front of the moon. His gaze inadvertently swept somewhere downstairs, and he was stunned.

"That's a great car! I didn't expect to see it in Tokyo. Oh my, there are so many rich people." Mouri Kogoro sighed, shaking his head.

"What car?" Mao Lilan asked.

"Maserati, it's a silver sports car. I remember that model was limited edition... Hey! What are you doing, kid?!"

Taking advantage of his small body, Conan easily slipped past Mouri Kogoro, climbed onto the window sill, and tried his best to look toward the end of the road.

Only a small silhouette of the car was left, but Conan recognized it at a glance as Mescal's Maserati, and there was no mistaking it. There was probably only one such limited edition car in Japan, but the probability of at least two appearing around him was too low.

But why is Mescal operating near the Maori Detective Agency?

"Get down!" Before Conan could figure it out, Uncle Maori lifted him up by the back of his neck, "Who asked you to climb up? Xiaolan, take him to bed quickly!!"

"Hi!" Mao Lilan reluctantly took Conan, who was roughly thrown by his father, "You should go and have a rest quickly, and stop drinking!"

Mouri Kogoro waved his hand impatiently: "I know, I know."

After saying that, he couldn't help but look downstairs. The sidewalk in front of Lu Feng's music classroom was illuminated, emitting a soft, warm orange light.

He murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect Amuro-kun's financial situation to be so good, but it's possible that he has rich friends."

Conan suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Uncle, what did you just say? Is that silver Maserati here to see Brother Amuro off?"

"That's right." Mouri Kogoro looked puzzled, "What's the problem? Maybe Amuro-kun has a rich friend."

No……

Conan secretly thought that Mescal might have gone on a mission for the organization tonight, and in order to cover up others' deception, he asked his assistant to drive him back. Just like Gin and Vodka, although the Porsche was Gin's car, he never drove it himself.

Nobuhiro, who was turned into vodka for no apparent reason, felt very embarrassed!

The first draft of the paper is completed, and there will be an update in the evening