Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 387 Your little cutie is coming online soon

At the Tokyo branch, due to Belmode's strategic transfer, a group of winery cadres were seriously injured, and Lu Ren became the only winery executive who could still take charge.

"Multiple organs in Calvados' body were damaged and bleeding increased. He is being rescued in the operating room. Tequila is seriously injured. His left hand has been amputated. A transplant operation is being attempted on the index and middle fingers of his right hand. The warheads in Cohen Chianti's body have all been removed. They are recovering. .Several casualties among peripheral members.”

Lu Ren sat in the conference room, flipping through the peanuts and handing over a detailed report. In addition to the injuries of the members, the report also included the expenses that needed to be reimbursed for the operation.

"Ten, hundreds, thousands...so many zeros..." Lu Ren silently closed the report. It was better to let Gin take care of this thing. He would be back soon anyway.

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  However, the results achieved this time seem to be good. FBI investigator Judy Stelling suffered a massive hemorrhage and was seriously injured. Four FBI agents were seriously injured and three died. FBI investigator Shuichi Akai, the silver bullet, was suspected of being slightly injured.

The last one made Lu Ren a little nervous. He looked at Peanut, "What do you mean a suspected minor injury?"

Peanut said respectfully: "According to Mr. Chianti's speculation, Shuichi Akai should have been injured to a certain extent. But the specific extent of the injury is not clear."

She thought for a while and added: "It is said that the sunglasses Akai Shuichi was wearing were briefly knocked off during the battle, and Lord Chianti said that his right eye was injured."

"Is the injury on his right eye greenish-black and evenly distributed? It looks like a panda's eye at first glance."

"Uh-huh."

"That's what I shot two days ago." Lu Ren held his forehead, "This group of trash. Why didn't they say, 'Under our fierce offensive, the enemy Shuichi Akai didn't show any injuries on the outside, but he was already in decline. It's obvious that he suffered serious internal injuries. He just kept it hidden, but given time, the internal injuries will definitely kill him.'"

Hua Mi took out a small notebook and pen and asked seriously: "Sir, what kind of internal injury is this?"

"Internal injuries. I'll teach you." Lu Ren said in a friendly manner, "As long as a person has internal injuries, he will definitely die. It's just a matter of time. Just like the internal injuries Calvados and the others caused to Akai Shuichi this time. Hmm. , he will definitely die if he lives for another sixty or seventy years at most."

"That's it, that's not it!" Halfway through the words, Hua Mi suddenly reacted, lowered his head quickly, and put the pen and notebook back into his pocket.

"Forget it, they have tried their best. Cross out the fact that Akai Shuichi is suspected of having minor injuries. Then in my name, I will prescribe them some condolences and health care products. Well, ask Gin to reimburse him."

"Why do you want me to reimburse you?" The door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Peanut, who had just raised his head, hurriedly bowed his head in the direction of the door and said, "Sir."

Ginjiu ignored her, and Lu Ren said, "You go down first."

Then, Lu Ren handed the report on the table to Gin, "This is the specific cost of this full moon operation. It was Belmore's job, and I basically didn't participate."

Gin glanced at the long string of zeros in the reimbursement figure, and his face, which was not very good at first, turned darker. "This guy is Belmore."

Lu Ren began to sip tea comfortably, feeling happier when others had a headache than when he had a headache himself. By the way, the peanut tea art is quite good. It tastes much better than the blue one. Hmm... maybe it's because the organized tea leaves are better. I'll take some back later.

Lu Ren was thinking about how to organize the wool, and Ginjiu was checking the results. After seeing the specific results, Ginjiu's expression softened a bit. He handed the report to Vodka behind him, indicating that Vodka would handle these matters for him.

Although Gin was already an expert at spending money without getting anything in return, such as blowing up bases and repairing bases. But he still can't accept others doing this. He pulled out his chair and sat opposite Lu Ren.

"That Kudo Shinichi, how is your investigation going?"

"It's fake." When he mentioned this, Lu Ren spread his hands, "It was pretended by someone else. Unfortunately, I thought he really came back from the dead. It's not interesting."

"That's really boring."

"Who says it isn't?" Lu Ren drank the last sip of tea in the cup, stood up and walked to Gin, "I have really worked hard on myself during this period. I want to give myself a long vacation. If you don't have anything important to do, don't come. Looking for me. See you later."

"..."

Gin, who had just finished cleaning up rats in Kyoto and then returned to Tokyo without stopping, felt like he was suffering from internal injuries. Provided he knows the definition of internal injury. Anyway, that's the general meaning.

After a while, Gin took out his mobile phone, pressed a series of numbers, and after being connected, said directly: "There are not enough manpower in Tokyo now. Send a few more people over."    "Hmm. Then let Keir go. Remember. Give her an identity."

"Row."

After hanging up the phone, Gin sat in the conference room for a while before getting up and leaving. Wherever he passed, peripheral members on both sides bowed their heads to show respect. Gin caught a familiar question and asked, "Where are the others Glen?"

Peanut replied: "Master Glen has left."

"..." Ginjiu felt that his internal injuries were a little more severe. He returned to the conference room and took out his cell phone again to call Lu Ren.

After the call was dialed, Gin didn't give Lu Ren a chance to speak, and directly answered: "This is the last task that the organization will give you in the near future. In a few days, the organization will transfer Kiel to Tokyo. You are in charge Go pick her up and give her a clear identity."

"Row."

At this time, Lu Ren was sitting in his Porsche, with a pile of exquisitely wrapped gift boxes placed on the passenger seat. Of course, these are all details.

The focus now is the phone call Gin made just now.

Kir, Kir, Mizuno Reina. Liquor-name cadre, CIA undercover. Host and reporter of Japanese TV station.

As soon as Belmore left, Kiel was transferred again. The organization really values ​​the three-acre area of ​​Tokyo.

But having said that, was it actually he who was responsible for arranging Shui Wu Lian's identity?

This is not difficult for him. After all, he has a small network of connections at Dongbao, the superior of Nippon Television Station. Can be said to be able to speak.

Thinking of this, Lu Ren temporarily changed his destination and drove towards Dongbao.

Half an hour later, Lu Ren arrived at the door of the newspaper office. He parked his car nearby, picked out a gift box from a pile, and then walked all the way to the president's office.

"Old man, I'm here to see you."

Sato Kiyoshi is still sitting behind his mahogany desk. We haven’t seen him for a long time. His waist is still straight and he looks in good spirits.

Sure enough, it is a disaster that has been left for thousands of years.

"Hey." Sato Kiyoshi pushed the frame of the mirror, "You actually brought a gift to the door today. It's really rare. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Old man, you meant what you said. I can't bring you some gifts to see you if you don't mind. Didn't I get a batch of good tea recently? I immediately thought of you, old man."

"Oh, if nothing happens, you can leave. I have something else to do."

"Well, that's right. I have a distant relative who plans to come and live in Tokyo recently. As you know, it's not easy for her to be a little girl. She majors in broadcasting and hosting. I think..."

"Five manuscripts."

"Ok?"

"I can let her work at Rimai TV Station and arrange for her to live in an independent employee apartment. If she performs well, I can also give her priority in providing her with high-quality resources in the station. But the premise of all this is that you have to write me five articles."

"Forehead."

"I'm not tricking you, Ren. Think about it for yourself, have you not provided me with manuscripts for a long time recently?" Sato Qing stood up and walked to Lu Ren, patting Lu Ren with his skinny eagle-claw hands. "Didn't you ask Ichihara to help you get an invitation to the Halloween party two days ago? The great director died on the ship. This is very good news."

"..."

Is it so difficult to catch a fish?
  (End of this chapter)