Chapter 166 "Gin at Work"
"The list of tequila transactions..." Toru Amuro asked casually, "What do you want that for?"
This fell into the hands of the police Toru Amuro certainly has the list in his hand.
But for Bourbon, how to explain its origin requires some skills.
Fortunately... He glanced at Belmod in the driver's seat.
This colleague has always paid little attention to these "little private actions".
“Isn’t this the task you gave me, senior?” Tang Ze, who was at full power, fully demonstrated his strength and replied softly on the phone, “Isn’t it possible, please take me there? Izu threw it away. You didn’t intend to provide me with any mission information at all, did you? Senior, forgetfulness may be a precursor to many diseases, please don’t take it lightly.”
Amuro Toru couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the phone. moment.
Was it really true that Tang Ze’s words were taught by him? Did he speak in such a strange way? Just walk around a few times?
What kind of monster is this kid doing...
Toru Amuro took a breath, and the twitching of the corners of his eyes was unpretentious: "This list is not within the scope of the mission, and it was originally only a 'broken version that leaked out' , is my own 'unexpected income'..."
"I understand, I understand, implementing the concepts you teach is not free, you have to pay extra." A smiling reply came from the receiver.
Toru Amuro took another deep breath.
"I'll send it to you later." He said "tsk" and hung up the phone with an irritated look on his face. The force of pressing down was at least 40% genuine.
Although it is very good to be able to realize that there are other people in the organization around you the moment the connection is connected...
But "Kumail" uses a lot of honorifics and has no good words. His energy really deserves a beating!
Belmode, who was driving the car, chuckled twice.
Toru Amuro glanced at her and smiled: "Are you interested in Kumel?"
"Sounds like he is a very interesting kid." Bellmore De turned the steering wheel and turned into the next intersection, "I have to thank him somewhat."
"Because he killed 'Karasawa Akira'?" Turning his head and looking at Bermod's chiseled profile, Amuro probed calmly, "I didn't realize that you and the Karasawa family have such a big conflict."
"Haha..." Without answering his question, Belmode fiddled with her blond hair. The faint scent of roses escaped from her hair and spread throughout the cab. "I heard that he disguised himself." The technology is exactly the same as mine... I really want to see it.”
A very neutral expression that cannot tell the difference between good intentions and bad intentions.
Although there was a smile on Belmod's lips, it was impossible to simply conclude that this thoughtful woman would not harm Tang Ze.
Unable to get the answer he needed, Toru Amuro stopped testing and looked towards the restaurant ahead.
Belmode stepped on the brakes and the sports car slid into the driveway in front of the restaurant.
The waiter came forward eagerly and opened the car doors on both sides for them.
Belmod casually threw the car keys into the doorman's arms, took Toru Amuro, who was dressed in formal attire, and walked towards the lavish banquet hall in the lobby.
“It’s a good night.” Belmod, whose face looked completely unfamiliar, whispered, “Don’t worry about the spoilers, I have always liked the French food here.”< br>
Toru Amuro paused while sending the email, but sent the email containing the attachment to Kumail's mailbox first, then put away the phone and made a guiding gesture with a smile: "Listen to you. ,Ms.”
Turning her purple-gray eyes, Toru Amuro glanced at her hand on her arm.
Is she speculating on her true relationship with Kumail? A tough guy to deal with.
————"Why are you always looking at your phone? Is there anything you need to deal with?" Seeing that Tang Ze's eyes were always on the phone, Mao Lilan asked curiously, "If there is something, you don't have to do it." It's already a lot of money to have dinner with us..."
"It's nothing, I'll just go back and read it slowly." Instead of looking at the densely packed names on his mobile phone screen, Tang Ze turned his attention back to the dining table in front of him, "It's better to eat seafood at the beach. How does it taste?"
"It's really good!" Mao Lilan nodded vigorously.
“Oh, it’s really enjoyable to eat so freely.” Kogoro Mori put down the lobster shell in his hand, picked up the beer at hand and took a sip, his face flushed by the setting sun, “Thank you very much. !”
“There are also some sashimi, they all seem to be tuna just caught today.” Tangze picked up the crab meat and showed off a large chopstick without any burden, “The shrimp meat is also very fresh. "You're welcome, please eat more, everyone."
The way Tang Ze greeted them at this moment was indescribably satisfying and simple.
As soon as he thought that the table full of seafood dinner was filled with the organization's cards, he could not wait to stand up and announce loudly that he would pay for the entire meal today.
Didn’t you see that on the small table not far away, Miyano Akemi and Hoshikawa Teru, who were well aware of the source of the funds, were eating so much that their heads were almost buried in the plates?
In the joyful harvest scene, only Conan was not enjoying his meal very much.
Ever since he saw the overlap between these participants and Tequila's list, his CPU has been running like crazy.
What does the organization do to collect a directory of programmers? Build purpose-built software? Developing a specific program?
With this level of demand, is it worth sending a codename member to trade with game company employees?
If it's not just such a simple need, then what is it about these people that attracts the attention of the organization? Do they have anything in common?
"Hey..." Tang Ze reached out and knocked on his overloaded head, "What are you thinking about? Eat well."
"Ah!" Conan came back to his senses and said, Tang Ze had already stuffed a piece of lobster meat directly into his mouth. He chewed it subconsciously for a few times before he came back to his senses and said, "...You are quite leisurely and relaxed."
Tang Ze really followed him to investigate. ?
Why do you feel like he really enjoyed his vacation?
"Relax a little. You don't have to keep a serious face when investigating, right?" Tang Ze wiped the corners of his mouth stained with sauce and tapped the table on the left with his chopsticks. "The guests on that table are from a family. The programmers of the Internet company that is about to go public are suspected of falsifying their company's financial reports. If they can't come up with enough new hot topics to attract investors, the listing may fail. "
Conan followed his lead. With the tip of his chopsticks, he saw three anxious-looking men sitting at the table. Their eyes were constantly scanning the participants of the event, talking about something.
“And that table,” Tangze clicked on the small table on the side again. A man and a woman were sitting face to face and whispering. There was nothing unusual about it, but he said, “That pair The couple was suspected by the police of being involved in online financial fraud. They urgently needed some means to destroy all relevant computer records, otherwise they would go to jail. "
"It's all because of the 'Night Baron' virus. Yeah..." Conan looked around at the packed outdoor restaurant and glanced at Tang Ze in surprise, "You came here a day early, how did you find out so many things?"
Tang Ze raised his head. Holding the ice soda in her hand, she winked at him: "VIP guest, wherever you go, everyone is more willing to chat with you."
"Oh, so this is the reason why you booked the presidential suite." I don't know what he was thinking about, but Conan suddenly realized, "I have really collected a lot of information, and I have a lot of tricks."
Is this it... Karasawa narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Thinking too much, he just thinks that whatever is more expensive will come to him, so that he can get more money so that he can be reimbursed.
About the chapter name
The world famous painting "Gin at Work"
"Who is this?"
"This is Bourbon and Belmode eating French food."
"Who is this?"
"This is Kumel eating seafood”
“So where is the gin?”
"Gin is working."
(End of this chapter)