I! Black Organization Boss

After pressing the smoke out, he said in a deep voice.

"A glass of gin with ice."

Several people were drinking to pass the time when the wind chime at the door suddenly rang.

Ryazan looked back.

The one standing at the door, not surprisingly, was a man in a black trench coat with a black hat.

He is tall, with a cold face, a beard, and a chin.

He looked around the room without any reaction, walked slowly to the window, found a table, and sat down.

"Tequila, how is the task." Seeing this person, Gin said.

Tequila glanced at the gin.

After a few seconds, he said coldly: "Normal."

Vodka frowned.

How dare this tequila talk to big brother like this!

Chianti was also a little dissatisfied: "Hey, I didn't see us here, can't you say hello?"

Tequila looked at her with a contemptuous look.

Then, without saying anything, he turned back and closed his eyes to rest.

Chianti's face sank.

This agave is really getting crazy!

What do you think you are?!

Ryazan looked at the tequila.

Because he had basically acted in the US before, he was not familiar with Tequila.

The last time I saw Tequila was more than a year ago.

At that time, Tequila thought he was young, and not long after he joined the organization, he ignored him.

It hasn't changed at all now.

The corner of Cohen's mouth was slightly downward, which was an expression of his uncomfortable feeling.

No one who can be a black organization is a good man.

This tequila dare to smell bad, he doesn't mind sending him a bullet!

Gin looked at the tequila for a few seconds, sneered, looked back, and continued drinking.

Sitting on the chair, Ryazan sighed.

It seems that the situation in Japan is no better than that in the United States...

When the others were busy, Ryazan walked to the gin.

"Gin, I have to ask you for help."

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After leaving the bar, Ryazan walked down the street.

In fact, he can sleep directly in the stronghold at night, but... rather than sleeping in the stronghold, he is more willing to go to the research institute.

At least you can see cute Shirley, right?

Under the night, Ryazan took a deep breath.

"Hmm... Sure enough, fresh air is the secret of longevity. The hapless kid with gin can only smoke secondhand smoke.

He raised his mouth with satisfaction.

At this moment, not far away, there was a scream!

Ryazan was taken aback.

It wouldn't be so coincidental, did you encounter a murder again?

Even if it is Detective Conan World, is this frequency of deaths too high?

Just thinking about it, they shouted again over there: "Robbery!"

It turned out to be robbery...

Ryazan nodded, which is easier to accept.

A figure, holding a bag in his arms, was rushing towards him quickly.

Behind, still chasing a person.

Looking at Ryazan who was blocking the road, the robber said angrily: "Go away! Don't get in the way!"

Ryazan shrugged and prepared to step back.

After joining the Black Organization for so many years, he has long lost the enthusiasm for justification.

But then, he saw the man chasing after the robber.

He stopped quickly.

Then, put on a face of righteousness.

"But I refuse!"

As he said, his figure moved--

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