Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

At nine in the morning, Aaron finished working on the car, then headed to Queens without going home or going to work.

His destination was a bar.

Aaron hates alcohol and has been a teetotaler since twelve years ago. Naturally, he went there not to drink, but to pick up the weapons ordered on the dark web and buy some information on the way.

It is not difficult to get guns in the United States. There are gun shops on the streets, but purchase records will be left there. You can also get them in slums, but there are mixed gangs there, which is just as troublesome. As a result, some gray people on the dark web, such as smugglers and intelligence dealers, came into his sight.

Although he didn't want to contact strangers at will, the weapons were special and had to be inspected on the spot.

Aaron entered the bar. There were no serious customers at this time. He only saw a bartender and a person sitting at the bar with his back to him.

He carefully observed their appearance and felt relieved.

Both are visibly Asian.

Aaron is obviously racist. He despised black people, feeling that they had no strength and no intelligence and should remain slaves as they had been a hundred years ago;
He was equally disdainful of Asians. If white people violently kill black people, it may arouse the anger of all black people in the United States and white leftists. If Asians are killed, even Asians in a community may not be able to unite. They rarely break out, always have too many worries, and their character appears weak and can be bullied.

Perhaps due to the disdain in his heart, Aaron was blind to them. He always felt that they looked similar to those of the same race, and even his colleagues might not remember them clearly.

He walked up to the bartender and couldn't help but look at the customers next to him.

He had a strange feeling. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that this guy looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere. The same goes for the bartender, who always thought they looked alike.

The other party noticed his gaze and blinked innocently at him with a pair of light brown eyes.

"Welcome, I'm William, the bartender here." The bartender said, "Would you like some aperitif? There is pear brandy just imported from France, and..."

"--No!"

As soon as he heard the name of the wine, the hair on Aaron's back stood up, and he immediately raised his voice and refused: "I just made an appointment to pick up something!!"

The bartender said oh and glanced at the customer next to him. The other party understood it and took the wine glass and hid at the round table in the corner, so that he would not hear the movement here.

The bartender exchanged a few codes with Aaron, then bent down and picked up a box from his feet.

Aaron took the box. It weighed about as much as he expected. He put the box on the table, made sure no one came in behind, and then opened the buckle.

Inside were several Beretta pistols and a Stoner AR-7 survival rifle.

Aaron examined it carefully. People like them know all kinds of guns and can use them, but there are always some that are easier to use, and these will become their personal weapons.

He was skilled in operation and quickly determined that there were no superficial problems with the guns. He put everything away and took out his mobile phone to pay the balance.

Then he asked, "Are you a tipster?"

"Information agent William, it is my pleasure to serve you." The bartender's tone changed subtly, "Dear sir, as long as you have enough money, I will get all the information you want."

Aaron had met a lot of information dealers, and he didn't care whether it was bragging or the truth, he just asked: "Including the ones from the 'firm'?"

"of course."

The intelligence dealer's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes seemed to wander towards the corner.

……

Half an hour later, Aaron left.

Watching the figure walk out of the Girasol bar, William took out the instrument from under the table and scanned the area to make sure there were no bugs, transmitters or other equipment before he walked to the opposite side of the round table and sat down.

The position of this table is a bit off. As long as someone sits on the outside, other people's view will be blocked and it will be difficult to see what is on the table.

There were two bottles of wine on the table at this time.

"Want a drink?"

Aoyagi Binguang pushed an empty wine glass in front of his eyes.

"Drinking in broad daylight..."

William, who has an Asian appearance and an English name, muttered something in English. He was no longer very proficient in Japanese, and he picked up the bottle of wine closer to him.

A type of brandy, made from pears as raw materials. The juice is squeezed, fermented, and then distilled to obtain alcohol. The alcohol content is 43-45 degrees. It tastes sweet but is actually a full-scale spirit.

——This is Poire William. The intelligence officer from the black organization was silent for a moment and looked at Aoyagi Binguang sitting opposite.

"It was obviously a good opportunity just now... When are you going to take action against the traitor 'Snake Venom'?"

Aoyagi Binguang looked at the other bottle of wine on the table.

Snake Venom beer, with an alcohol content of 67.5%, is one of the beers with the highest alcohol content in the world.

Listening to the code name that Aaron Lucas had before betraying the organization twelve years ago, Aoyagi Binguang opened the bottle of snake venom beer and poured half a cup for himself.

William noticed Aoyagi Binguang's movements and fell silent again.

Twelve years ago, when he had just joined the organization, Snake Venom, who was said to be one of Goldwasser's henchmen, escaped from the organization. He had no idea what the reason for his betrayal was.

Moreover, he heard that the snake venom once belonged to Anis...

Opposite me, Aoyagi Binguang raised his glass and looked at the short-haired face reflected in the glass.

"I do not know."

He said in a cold and disgusted tone.

……

Aaron sat back in the car.

He recalled the information he had just received from the information dealer.

The FBI has long targeted the murderer of the serial murders of young women, but it has never caught him, and has not received any calls from the public to report it. The man seems to have disappeared from the world.

This was a good thing for him. Crystal was a young woman and he could blame the murderer for her disappearance. Anyway, this kind of serial killer would always take more lives in his hands than he found.

The wife's side is also easy to handle. There is no surveillance near their home. Crystal has stayed overnight several times before and suddenly returned in the middle of the night. She should not be suspicious.

Reviewing what happened last night and this morning, Aaron sighed deeply. Unexpected situations always make people feel haggard. Fortunately, the situation can still be controlled.

He opened his eyes again, looked forward, and calmed down again. He raised his hand and stroked the ornaments not far away.

There was a photo of a family of three stuck on it. Seeing the smiles on the photos, he couldn't help but smile too.

After leaving the organization, he met Philo, who ignored his past and started a family with him. They soon had a daughter. Unfortunately, the little angel died of illness at the age of five. She loved bear dolls most during her lifetime.

Now Philo is pregnant again, and they will have another child soon... If pregnant women were not suitable for traveling, after getting the money, he would take them away from here and completely get rid of the shadow of the crow.

Fortunately, it's too late now. In a few months, the baby will be born safely.

Meeting her was the happiest thing for him. It was her love that healed him.

——"How can people with different positions be together?"

A voice that came from the depths of my memory, as if it came from hell, sounded lightly in my mind.

Aaron's whole body trembled, and a huge fear surged inexplicably deep in his heart.

At this time, his phone vibrated and he received a text message.

"Where are you now?"

——It was from my wife.

……

Meanwhile, Brooklyn.

A black Chevrolet Suburban was parked in front of a winery.

Akai Shuichi unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car with Aoyagi Himitsu in the passenger seat.

Today Aoyagi Binguang changed into formal work attire, a black suit, a white shirt and a striped tie. A touch of emerald green shimmered in the tied long hair. (End of chapter)