Chapter 824 Belmode: I Look Like a Clown

Belmod regretted: "What a pity. You haven't answered my question yet."

Nobuhiro chuckled: "You and Bourbon are really similar in some places. He also asked me the same question."

"oh?"

"Think about what we need now, Bellmod. Don't spend too much energy on a woman who is destined to die." Nobumanashi opened the magazine before and pointed it to Bellmod. "We need to study more on work." , this is the right way.”

"Huh, the right way?" Belmod sneered, "If the person who wrote this article knew that you used his words to describe our work, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would come to the door with an axe."

Nobuhiro calmly replied: "He must be the one who dies first, I guarantee it."

"Well, since you are so confident, I can't say anything else. After all, you are responsible for Kiel's affairs." Belmod added, "Don't blame me for overstepping my duties. I came back early to help you." What’s the date?”

"Where's Gin?"

Belmod was creating a character for herself of giving up her country for love, and she was so moved that she was stunned. After hearing Nobushige's question, she was stunned, and then curled her lips and replied: "Of course he has returned to Japan, probably at this time for The backlog of work will give you a headache.”

She knew without any investigation that although BOSS had initially entrusted Mescal with all affairs in Japan, model workers were completely different from ordinary employees, and ordinary employees were completely different from old employees who were good at fishing.

If gin is a model worker and Bourbon is an ordinary employee, then Mezcal must be the one who is best at fishing. Although these types of employees are usually lazy and good at slacking off, they can often play a key role when the company encounters trouble. Because of this irreplaceability, the boss has to use wages to support these idle people.

Do you expect mezcal to do your usual job well or not to be lazy? Are you kidding me? ! It’s a good thing that he didn’t sell the Japanese branch of the organization to the police!

Belmode had never had high hopes for Mezcal, so she was not disappointed. On the contrary, compared to a man like Gin who lived a hard-working and boring life, Mezcal was obviously more to her liking.

"Then it's really hard work for him." Nobuhiro nodded very calmly, "I happen to have two unfinished targets there. I will send the information to Gin in a moment."

Belmode: "..."

Nobuhiro pretends to be innocent.

Is there anything wrong with what he did? You must know that he came to Japan for vacation. Have you ever seen tourists working hard on vacation?

The smile on Belmode's face widened a lot. She picked up an egg tart and bit into it: "Well, it's so delicious. Try it quickly. This caramel flavor is very good, and it should be made of high-quality ingredients."

Nobuhiro's face suddenly stiffened slightly, but he still ate the egg tart before Belmod saw the clues.

In fact, he didn't hate sweets, but after ordering such sweet food with Belmode, his stomach began to churn.

Sure enough, it doesn’t matter what the food is, what’s important is the people you eat with.

Nobushige thought back to the last few lunches and dinners, and found that sitting next to him was either Subaru Okiya, Toru Amuro, Kogoro Mori, Conan Edogawa, Yuya Kazami and Bellmod also came to join in the fun.

Who are these people? !

He wants a soft sister! !

It's all Toru Amuro's fault. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have suggested that Ai Haibara and Akemi Miyano go abroad to avoid the limelight. In the final analysis, all the pain his spleen and stomach suffered was Toru Amuro's fault.

Please carry this pot carefully and don't throw it away.

After struggling to eat the entire egg tart, Nobuhiro placed his fork across the edge of the plate, which meant that he had finished his meal.

"How is the situation in Africa?" Nobuhiro asked while wiping his lips.

"Africa is so big, where are you asking? South Africa is very beautiful, the ocean there is so clear that it's dazzling, and..."

Nobushige interrupted her: "I'm asking about your mission."

"The mission..." Belmod swung the coffee in the cup, "There is nothing the organization has to do that cannot be completed. Even if Gin and I didn't do it, the result would be the same."

"Oh?" Xinfan raised his eyebrows and sarcastically said, "So you are useless?"

"Whatever you say. But if Gin and I hadn't gone, I'm afraid you wouldn't have gotten any interesting information." Belmod deliberately kept it secret and didn't say it right away.

However, Nobuhiro seemed not to be interested at all. He leaned lazily on the sofa and waved to the waiter not far away: "Pay the bill!"

Belmod's eyes narrowed slightly: "Mescal, don't you really want to know what interesting information I discovered?"

While taking cash out of his wallet, Nobushige said nonchalantly: "Since you and Gin discovered it together, wouldn't it be more convenient to ask him?"

Although Gin has a violent personality and likes to threaten people with a pistol at every turn, his work attitude is still worthy of recognition. On major issues, Gin has always been very serious and will not show off like Belmode.

Hearing this, Belmode laughed angrily: "Then just ask him!"

After saying that, she stood up angrily, took her handbag and was about to leave.

The waiter came over with a confused look on his face and handed the invoice to Nobutushige: "Maekei three thousand two hundred yen."

Nobushige generously gave him five thousand yen and treated the extra money as a tip.

When he walked to the door, he found Belmode standing there waiting impatiently.

Huh? Didn't this woman leave in a rage?

Seeing Nobuhiro, Belmod said coldly: "Seventeen years ago, a large number of members of the organization died on the African continent, but even I have never heard of it."

There was a slight solemnity between Xinfan's brows and eyes.

Another seventeen years.

There are some strange nodes in the organization, such as seventeen years ago and four years ago. It seems that everything likes to be concentrated at such a point in time. What happened seventeen years ago? The death of Scotland and the birth of mezcal four years ago, does it also represent some kind of message?

"Do you have a death list?" Nobushige asked.

Belmod snorted coldly and said, "We learned about this incident by accident. Do you still want a list?"

"Then do you have it?"

Belmode was speechless for a moment, and when she met Mescal's calm and calm gaze, she suddenly felt like a clown.

"Go and ask Qin Bar!!" Belmode took a deep breath and advised herself to stay calm. Then she didn't stop any longer and galloped away on her motorcycle.

Nobushige stared at Belmod's back, and then glanced at the ambulance driver who was sleeping drowsily in the izakaya across the street. His mood was not much better than Belmod's.