Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 299 Someone's Toe Picking the Floor, I Don't Say Who It Is
When Belmode walked into the Polo Cafe, he saw Kumail and Bourbon sitting side by side, huddling together in front of the bar.

Bourbon is a cunning character who is extremely good at acting, and so is Kumail.

To be honest, after Jianjian had two contacts with Kumail, she suddenly felt that Gin had brought the two together as a partner. Perhaps it was really relying on intuition to achieve the same kind of filing.

Although the two of them are of different ages and backgrounds, and have different abilities, there is a strange similarity in their acting styles.

Beautiful skin, coupled with excellent camouflage, and a crazy temperament that occasionally emerges from the inside...

The more she got to know them, the more she felt a strange convergence.

Could it be that Gin might be a guy with a good sense of accident?
This weird idea was churning in his heart. Originally, Belmode walked directly to them, identified himself, and could leave after explaining things. In front of the bar, he pretended to look at the menu.

At such a close distance, while she was listening attentively, she could already hear the outline of the conversation between the two of them.

Bourbon, who was leaning casually on the bar, had a gentle and amiable smile on his face, but the words that came out of his mouth were extremely cruel: "You have no right to bargain with me, junior, don't blame me for being unreasonable, it's you A bad move has exposed a weakness... With such a big flaw in front of you, it's really difficult for people not to take advantage of it."

Bourbon spoke very slowly, narrowing his eyes as he spoke.

It was a look that Belmode occasionally saw on his face, and it usually represented Bourbon's keen interest or readiness to crack some nasty joke.

Holding the coffee in his hand, Kumail raised his head, revealing Tang Zezhao's face that Belmode had only seen in the data.

Stirring the coffee with a spoon, he grinned at Bourbon, who had a bright smile.

"You don't need to be so mean, Mr. Tou, I have never shied away from the extra investigation you entrusted to me." Kumail shrugged, "Your price is too outrageous, no one will accept such a condition Yes. There are still many things in the office, and it is not appropriate for you to exploit child labor like this."

"Then you can give priority to school matters." Bourbon refused without hesitation. "It's not for you to enjoy high school life by keeping your identity as Tang Zezhao. Dark insects should have full self-knowledge."

Kumail didn't respond to the belittling sentence, blinked his eyes, as if he had gotten used to it, and the speed of stirring the coffee didn't change.

"The organization arranged for me to be under your command, not to make it easier for you to shirk your tasks, so that you can use me to do things like transfer assets, senior." Kumail gave Bourbon a sideways look, and replied with the same sharp tongue, " You are yourself, but don’t be too intoxicated as a guardian, and transfer the anger of being robbed of the target to me without authorization. I am not the one who arranges the task, don’t be too ridiculous, Mr. Tou.”

Bourbon rolled his eyes, propped his hands on the bar, and looked down at Kumail in a condescending posture.

The sunlight passed through his eyes, refracting a transparent inorganic texture, like a cold-blooded animal staring at a target ready to attack.

"Are you sure you want to discuss this issue with me?" His voice was a little softer than before, a little vague, and Belmode secretly moved half a step closer, "You reminded me of some very unpleasant things... I Believing those things, too, makes you feel very unpleasant."

The spoon in Kumail's hand fell into the coffee with a clang, spilling a few drops of brown liquid.

He raised his eyelids and looked back at the same time. His light blue pupils also showed the same inorganic texture: "I have already expressed it repeatedly. It is gin that makes you unhappy. Don't go to him If you are in trouble, you will only stare at me and make trouble, and it will appear that you are incompetent and furious."

Bourbon turned his head, as if he was laughing because he heard Gin's name: "It's not that simple to divert the conflict, I will settle his problems with him, and you are the one who took the risk and didn't hide your tail. "

Kumail let out a sneer, and replied aggressively: "It's a pity, I also have the bargaining chip you want in my hand. Don't push me too much, senior, just like you said, I I'm a lunatic with unstable mental state, don't place too much hope on me to think calmly."

"If it gets to the point where the fish dies and the net breaks, your sweet dreams will also be undone. Are you sure you want to threaten me with this kind of thing?"

"Rather than being broken by others, it's better to wake up yourself. There's nothing wrong with that, isn't it?"

The voices of the two were very soft, but the tense atmosphere was unmistakable. Across the distance from the bar, the two of them looked at each other with very similar eyes without blinking.

Like two venomous snakes staring at each other, ready to strike when they find an opening.

Although he didn't understand exactly what they were arguing about for the time being, Belmode, who had some vague guesses, felt that it was almost time for him to appear on the stage.

Let their conflict continue to escalate, and no one can guarantee whether these two crazy guys will make more trouble.

To be honest, Belmode is happy to see the two of them have differences. The more muddled the water, the less other people will turn their attention to the Maori family, and the more they can cover up what she wants to cover up.

It's a pity that their internal strife will inevitably involve the personal safety of Angel and others...

"You two, pay attention to the volume." She didn't suppress her voice, and said in her own voice, "The two code-named members of the organization quarreled in public because of personal grievances, and finally revealed their identities. What does it sound like?" Like some weird entertainment."

Her words were a bit exaggerated. The two of them spoke very softly. Except for her listener with ulterior motives, no one else would notice.

However, her main point was to break the topic. Whether the reason is good or bad, it doesn't matter that much.

"Ha, Belmode..." Bourbon twitched the corner of his mouth, obviously not in a good mood.

Kumail turned his head and looked her up and down, smiled, and shook his head.

"Okay, if you two have any questions, you can continue later. I'm just here to explain the task." Her voice changed back to a soft and clear girlish voice in the next moment, "Would you mind giving us a little space, Bourbon?"

Bourbon rolled his eyes, and Belmode suspected that he rolled his eyes secretly, but he walked a little further away as he said, like a waiter who received an order, and said a series of fluent "Okay" I understand, please wait a moment, guest," and walked to the inner kitchen area, keeping a certain distance from the two of them.

Kumail stared back at him and blew on his bangs, blowing the shaggy hair away from his eyes.

Perhaps it was the addition of Tang Zezhao's appearance, Kumail with this expression showed a real childishness, which made Belmode relax a little.

"Sounds like a lot of hard work, Kumail." Sitting next to Tang Ze, she stretched out her hand and naturally encircled Tang Ze's arm, imitating Suzuki Sonoko's expression on weekdays, and said with a smile on her face, "In It’s really not easy for Bourbon’s subordinates to make a living, isn’t it?”

It seems that even if the real core issue is not involved, Kumail is facing a lot of pressure just because Bourbon noticed his laxity in his daily state.

Organizational work, detective work, and now with Bourbon's extra squeeze...

No wonder he was able to drive to such a distant suburb in the first time, and confront himself, Kumail, is completely accustomed to the high-pressure environment.

"Winner and loser, I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, anyway, he didn't find anything too important." Knowing that she heard the conversation just now, Kumail paused, shook his head and wiped away the few drops that spilled out of the cup Coffee, brought the warm liquid to his mouth, "What can I do for you?"

While avoiding her question, it seemed that he didn't want her to find out the focus of their dispute.

Belmode made a simple analysis in his heart, took out an envelope from the inner pocket, and placed it next to Kumail's coffee cup.

Tang Ze, who seemed to be drinking coffee, was actually suppressing the smile on his lips with a cup, and then took a funny look at Toru Amuro, who was wiping the cup with his back tensed, obviously still struggling with his own embarrassment. Slowly lowering his gaze, he glanced at the beautifully packaged letter.

"'Virtual Reality Game Conference'? The organization has a wide range of hobbies." Tang Ze read the title on the envelope without any surprise.

(End of this chapter)