Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 196 Organizing Team Building

After lingering with Shirley for a while longer...

Sherry, that wicked woman, abandoned him again and headed towards the lab... She even said in a helpless tone, 'She wants to grow bigger as soon as possible...' to brush him off.

Fuhei Shener took out his phone and dialed Gin's number.

"Hey... what's wrong?" Gin's voice rang out.

There were also whispering sounds coming from the side... it seemed to be the voices of Vodka, Chianti, and Cohen.

Fuheishen's eyes instantly turned cold. "What...are you doing?"

Very well, you don't call him "reunion" then, right?

He, Fuheishen, remembered this grudge.

“…” Gin was silent for a moment, seemingly guessing what the other person was thinking, “It’s just a meeting…”

"What meeting?" Fuheshchen asked.

"Heh...you're not bored again, are you?" Gin sneered...but still explained, "It's just a year-end review meeting, it has nothing to do with you..."

This is the truth...

It certainly has nothing to do with V.H.S ...

As for the king of slacking off, Calvados... is unable to attend due to a serious injury.

Gin didn't say anything about it...

Vodka, too, was criticized for his big mouth and was given the nickname "Incompetent Little Brother".

And what can Gin say about Fukuro Shinji?

Aside from a few minor quirks... his main tasks were to stabilize the organization's decision-making in Japan (which multiplied the organization's assets and funds several times over), recruit naturally evil little devils for the organization, and include characters like Kuro and Ran Mouri.

They are not only the hope of the organization, but also bring hope to the organization.

Gin said he had given everything he could, except for... the position of the Tokyo manager.

Moreover, after receiving his salary, the other party would go and gamble at the casino that Gin had acquired, making Gin feel somewhat guilty.

"I see..." The cold glint in Fuheishen's eyes subsided slightly. "So, what are you going to do later?"

"What are you doing?" Gin frowned slightly.

Fuheshchen's question stumped him.

As a workaholic like 007, his daily life consists of nothing but eating, missions... and sleeping.

“If you ask me… how about we go to karaoke?” Vodka suggested, holding up a finger as he leaned close to Gin’s face.

"Whatever..." Gin replied coldly, "Anyway, I'm planning to go back to sleep."

Instead of wasting time at karaoke with them, Gin thought it was better to recharge his energy so he could be in better shape for the mission.

"Karaoke...sounds quite interesting." Fuheshchen's indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone.

Chianti also thought it was a good idea.

And...it seems she's never been to a karaoke bar before.

"How about it, Cohen? Want to come along?" Chianti nudged Cohen with her shoulder.

“Hmm…” Cohen looked up at Gin, “Let’s all go together…”

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head very low, as if afraid that Gin would refuse, and blood kept rushing to his face.

“Reason…” Gin lit a cigarette, not immediately refusing.

"I want to go...with everyone, just in case...we never have the chance to meet again, so we can have some beautiful memories..."

Cohen took a full minute to finish speaking.

Vodka didn't say anything after hearing that...

The recent arrival of Cointreau has made the missions too easy... which makes him think that he won't be killed.

But... what if Jundu isn't by their side...? They are human, and when humans are killed, they die.

Chianti opened her mouth...

She wanted to say that she would never be killed, but for some reason... she couldn't bring herself to say it, because... such childish words could only fool herself.

“A very good suggestion…” Fuheshel’s voice came from the other end of the phone, “but my memory isn’t very good…”

The group remained silent for a moment... then looked at Gin.

Gin scoffed, "Boring..."

How boring... Memories only add to the sorrow before death.

Before death, all he could do was figure out how to do things that would benefit the organization.

"Brother, go ahead... It's almost the end of the year, and there aren't any missions." Vodka smiled and advised.

"Whatever..." Gin snorted and said into the phone, "I'll send you the address."

The words had barely left my mouth when I heard the dial tone on the other end of the line.

Gin:.......

.........

Inside the karaoke lobby.

"it's all my fault..."

"My infatuated dream..."

"It always evokes a lingering sense of both love and pity..."

Gin, walking down the corridor, frowned slightly. "That voice..."

"Why does he look so much like Calvados?" Chianti frowned as well.

"Wasn't he recovering from his injury?" Vodka poked his head out and glanced into the private room. "Holy crap, dude, Calvados's flirting with girls in there..."

Veins bulged on Gin's forehead... He pushed the door open with a cold expression.

"Who is it? Are you looking for death?!" Calvados turned his head to look at the door... then his eyes popped out, "Gin... Gin?!"

Wow...this guy is so handsome!

The woman sitting next to Calvados had stars in her eyes.

It seems like he couldn't wait to pour Gin into his slightly salty and moist stream.

After scaring the woman away with his eyes, Gin looked coldly at Calvados... and said something chilling to Calvados in his indifferent tone.

"No, this can't be!" Calvados exclaimed, looking aggrieved. "I've shed blood and done my part for the organization!"

Gin didn't respond... his actions demonstrating that black blood flowed through his veins... He sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

Vodka nearly burst out laughing at the other person's expression.

Ten minutes later... Vodka glanced at the time, "Hey, why isn't Cointreau here yet?"

"Why not just make a phone call and ask?" Chianti glanced at Vodka...

“That’s true.” Vodka took out his phone, fiddled with it for a while, and then dialed Fuheshel’s number.

hum...

The phone suddenly vibrated from behind me.

Vodka paused for a moment, then turned around abruptly.

A burly man, a full half a head taller than him, with black hair, dressed in a black shirt with purple accents, was looking at him calmly.

The man had dark eyes, and just by standing there quietly, he exuded a strong sense of dread, like an apex predator.

"No, Cointreau, you're scaring me, okay..." Vodka was so frightened that he sat directly on Gin's lap, his chest heaving noticeably as he gasped for breath.

Gin's dark green pupils also contracted slightly...

When did it appear? !

After realizing Cointreau's identity as a Witcher... Gin stopped thinking about it and simply pushed Vodka out.

"Wow, Cointreau, you've disguised yourself again?" Chianti exclaimed, her mouth agape...

She didn't find Jundu's change in appearance strange.

After all, there were already rumors within the organization that Cointreau was a man of a thousand faces...

"Hmm." Fuhe Shen nodded slightly, sat down on the sofa, took a cigarette from Gin's pocket, and lit it.

Gin:.........