My lover is this organization

Qin Wuque and others sat down in a spacious booth that was C-shaped and formed a large semicircle.

A certain Los Santos godfather was stirring the tiramisu in his hand at a steady and expressionless pace with a cheerful rhythm that could produce the sound quality of Thomas the Tank Engine, as if he was not stirring a cake but someone's brain.

He stared indifferently at Emilio, who was sitting at the other end of the C-shape opposite him. He felt terrified at the sight of this young Italian man with a big footprint on the back of his head, as if he was afraid that the manic guy in front of him would suddenly burst his skull and force him to perform a craniotomy on the spot.

The main thing is that it seems that this is not impossible.

"Okay, you can start your performance now."

Qin Wuque scooped a spoonful of the thoroughly stirred tiramisu, gently handed the spoon to Vermouth's lips beside him, and spoke lightly to Emilio who was sitting opposite him.

"By the way, resistance is strict and deliberate punching."

"Uh……"

Although Emilio didn't know what the intentional punch meant, it didn't stop him from understanding this sentence as a threat to him.

After all, the other party is someone who can make Luciano obey him submissively...

As for Vermouth, she was very satisfied with the dog-head's behavior. She glanced at the cake in the spoon, raised her eyebrows at her fellow sister sitting on the other side of her, then turned her head, opened her mouth and put the spoon in her mouth, licking the cake on it cleanly.

"Well, it tastes good." She commented, and leaned over to give Qin Wuque a kiss with a strong tiramisu aroma.

Seeing this, Yukiko decisively picked up the Blue Mountain coffee that belonged to her and drank it all in one gulp.

It’s not exactly a little-known fact, but it’s not very popular either—Blue Mountain coffee tastes sour.

"Actually... this is what happened." Emilio lowered his head and spoke in a low voice. He stared at the cup of cappuccino on the table in front of him, which he had not yet sipped, and began to speak slowly.

In fact, about a few months ago, this popular new star from Italy was still an unknown and failed artist. He had no touring team, no huge financial support, and no concert venue that could accommodate thousands or tens of thousands of people.

There was only him, his passion for music, and Claudia.

In the early days, his concerts could only be held in KTV rooms that could barely accommodate 30 people. He had to handle all the procedures himself, and even the seats were cheap plastic chairs without backrests rented from fast food restaurants.

This situation continued until Luciano came along.

In Emilio's impression, everything has changed dramatically since Luciano appeared.

Not only do they have huge financial support, but they also have a professional accompanying team that they never dared to think of before, and a concert stage that is so luxurious that only superstars can enjoy.

But he felt something was wrong...

"Stop, I don't want to hear your embarrassing struggle history that you would be embarrassed to write into your autobiography or make into a book to sell to your fans." Qin Wuque used a murderous look to stop the Italian young hunk from reminiscing about the good old days and writing too many words.

"I know what Luciano is planning and what he is going to do. Now I just want to know the time, place, and object of the transaction."

"So you know everything..." Emilio muttered, "I don't know who the transaction is with. Luciano never mentioned it to me, but Claudia might know. I think it should be during the concert."

"When is the concert?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow night. Tonight is rehearsal."

"Where is the transaction taking place?"

“I’m not sure about that.” Emilio shook his head. “Because every time Luciano sets out to meet the transaction partner after my concert begins, but I guess the location is most likely…”

"Airport?"

“…I was just about to say that.”

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Chapter 338 Your Mom is Awesome

"Miss Claudia also knows these things?"

Yukiko tilted her head and asked.

Although the conversation between the two people is difficult to understand because of too many deleted parts, like the Riddler throwing riddles at each other, she is still the "Baroness of the Night" after all, um... self-proclaimed.

But considering that this "Dark Night Baron" himself is the world's leading mystery novelist, then as his wife of many years, Yukiko's logical reasoning ability is at least much better than that of most people, if not outstanding.

What's more, before this, Emilio had mentioned words like "transactions", and later said that most of the transactions were carried out secretly during his concerts, so the facts naturally came to light.

“Claudia has always known this.” Emilio closed his eyes in some pain. “She likes my singing more than anyone else and wants to see me singing on the stage more than anyone else. That’s why she cooperated with Luciano to do those things.”

"Cooperate?"

Qin Wuque exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent.

"What you said sounds just like the Minotaur drama that appears in some scripts. I've even thought of the outline. The setting is that the hero is a down-and-out artist, and the heroine is willing to sacrifice herself so that he can get financial support from his sponsor. Then the scene changes to the hero standing on the stage singing, while the heroine is in the suite, crying on the big bed, playing all kinds of tricks with the fat sponsor...hiss!"

A loud sound of sucking air was suddenly heard, and under the table, two green female fingers firmly grasped Qin Wuque's waist, twisting the soft flesh on the waist of this nonsense bastard 180 degrees.

"That's why I tell you to watch less of those messy things." Vermouth's beautiful face still maintained an impeccable smile, but her tone was somewhat gnashing.

"Wife, I was wrong..." Qin Wuque admitted his mistake with an extremely sincere attitude.

Vermouth snorted softly upon hearing this, but still let go of her hand.

A sincere attitude can be pretended. She didn't believe that this bastard admitted his mistake with a good attitude and would definitely change next time. However, being called wife really made her feel comfortable.

So, let's put it aside for now~

Yukiko couldn't help but twitch her lips, and her expression gradually became strange.

To be honest, before this long-awaited reunion, her impression of Qin Wuque was still stuck on the first time they met, the young man who claimed to have autistic tendencies but gave the impression of having a pretty good personality.

And now...she just thinks this guy has huge problems.

So how did Sharon fall for such a problematic guy?

As Yukiko thought about it, she couldn't help but become curious about the romantic history of these two people.

Emilio, who was sitting at the other end of the C-shaped booth, was still an innocent young man, not even at the level of a pure love warrior who could fight against a minotaur. He was choked by Qin Wuque's sudden outrageous remarks and his face turned pale as if he had eaten a dead fly. He was in autism for a long time before he barely came to his senses.

"So... do you have any solution? I see Luciano seems to respect you very much..." The young Italian man cautiously turned his gaze to the Godfather of Los Santos who was feeding his wife to cool down.

"It's not us, it's me." Qin Wuque paused feeding.

"I have my own way to solve the problem. If you don't mind losing an existing investor, you should just hold your concert honestly and leave the rest to me. You don't have to ask anything, and you are not allowed to ask... If you insist on knowing, I will sink you into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish."

He signaled faintly with his eyes.

"Now, you can go back, but remember not to tell anyone what happened here. On your way back, remember to buy something at the convenience store next door so that you can make an excuse that you went downstairs to buy gifts for the team... Oh, and help settle the bill here, don't tell me you don't have any money."

"I...I know."

The young Italian man, who dared not say anything but was angry, could only silently take out his wallet from his pocket.

……

After seeing Emilio off, Qin Wuque and the others did not leave.

Because the cake is not finished yet.

Yukiko ordered another cup of coffee, still Blue Mountain.

The sun was scorching outside the cafe, but the air-conditioning inside the cafe was nice for cooling off. She held a cup of coffee, enjoying the cool moment comfortably while munching on the dog food that the two people beside her were spewing out like popcorn from a popcorn machine.

It's very sour and refreshing.

"Speaking of which, Sharon, your boyfriend seemed to have said something very scary just now." Yukiko took a sip of coffee and chuckled, "Luckily I didn't bring our Shin-chan here today, otherwise the two of them would probably have fought here."

“Hmm…” Vermouth just smiled but said nothing.

"It's not that we would fight." Qin Wuque said unconsciously, "Although that kid has an inexplicably strong sense of justice, which makes people feel that he lacks the harshness of society, he has become much better after being scared by me a few times."

"Oh!?" Yukiko was stunned.

Vermouth gave a helpless look to a dog head with a sullen look on its face.

What she meant was - you let it slip yourself, so you go and explain it yourself.

Qin Wuque's mouth twitched slightly, and he had to bite the bullet and said, "Okay, I admit that I am half responsible for Kudo Shinichi's shrinking, but the other half is his fault. Who told him to come over to watch the fun? We have a saying in Chongguo: "Watching a beheading with an ear." I was supposed to treat him to peanuts, but now I'm just shrinking him, which is already pretty good."

"And..." He paused, "Now the antidote has been developed. As for when we can give it to him, it depends on when he can change his habit of meddling in other people's affairs."

"what……"

The amount of information contained in Qin Wuque's words was so great that Yukiko was stunned for half a minute.

It took her a full half minute to digest this huge amount of information. She blinked twice in a daze, then looked at Vermouth who was sitting next to her, taking a sip of coffee with a calm expression, and finally reacted.

"Sharon, you are not the same..."

"Bingo~" Vermouth smiled, "But Yukiko, you don't have to worry too much. The organization now basically doesn't care about your son's existence. In other words, as long as he doesn't run into the muzzle of the gun, he will be absolutely fine."

"Uh...so that's how it is." Yukiko was a little dumbfounded.

No matter who it is, it may not be possible to accept such a huge change quickly. Fortunately, her broad-minded thinking once again played a crucial role.

The former national goddess of Japan was stunned for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly took out her beautiful little cell phone from her small bag. Her beautiful eyes flashed with excitement because she was about to trick her son.

"In that case, let's give Xinjiang a surprise together!" she said.

……

At the same time, in the Maori Detective Agency, Conan, who was still staring at the news on TV in the living room and thinking hard about the warning letter sent by Kid, suddenly felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.

Yes, it’s Kudo Shinichi’s cell phone.

He took out his cell phone and took a look. It turned out to be a message from his dear mother.

There was only one piece of information, which was a photo.

"photo?"

Conan muttered, clicking on the photo to download it.

The photo was downloaded quickly, and then he saw that the background of the photo should be in a coffee shop, with his dear mother, his dear mother's senior sister, and a certain bastard who always said how great your mother is, the three of them were huddled together affectionately.

Conan immediately jumped up from the sofa and let out a roar comparable to the decibel of an airplane jet engine.

"What on earth is this guy doing!!!"

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Chapter 339: Nakamori: The End of Youth

The moon was shining brightly in the sky, and the wailing of sirens broke the tranquility of the night in the Tsukishima River area of ​​Tokyo.

The flashing red and blue police lights reflected on the rolled-up doors of the closed stores on both sides of the road. A sturdy explosion-proof vehicle rumbled past, causing the solid asphalt road to tremble slightly.

This is not just a matter of one or two vehicles, this is a huge riot convoy! They are moving along the established route!

A black and white Metropolitan Police Department sedan led the way at the front of the convoy with sirens blaring. Behind it, sixteen explosion-proof vehicles were lined up in a row of two, like a wedding convoy, in a long line with a fixed distance between the vehicles. Each explosion-proof vehicle was equipped with a huge turbo air cannon.

Their destination is the same.

It is a museum built in the style of a European Renaissance town hall. The thick ochre brick and stone exterior walls are covered with emerald green ivy, exuding a strong sense of long history.

The door of the museum was closed. Peeping through the window, the museum was completely dark, indicating that it was already past its normal business hours.

It's closed.

But downstairs of the museum, a large number of police cars were parked along the road, and long cordons blocked the road on all sides. There were crowds of people outside the cordons, and as time went by, the density of the human wall was increasing, and the slogans of support were becoming more and more uniform.

"Kidd! Kidd!"

Amid the sea of ​​cheers from the crowd, the voices of women of all stripes easily dominated with overwhelming advantage.

At first glance, one would think that what they were surrounding was not a museum, but a stage disguised as a museum.

Well, it’s not really wrong to call it a stage. After all, it is a grand performance for both the performers and the audience.

Inside the cordon, Inspector Nakamori, dressed in police uniform, was concentrating on looking at the battle plan diagram spread out on the hood of the police car in front of him, tightly clutching a walkie-talkie in his hand, turning a deaf ear to the cheers that were pouring in from all around him like a tsunami.

Behind him, a large number of police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department's Second Investigation Division were busy running around.

"Report! Car number one has been secured!"