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The blond man sat alone at the table, facing a man in a suit and leather shoes sitting on a chair, surrounded by two fully armed bodyguards. The man pushed his glasses, put on a fake face that looked very sincere, stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

“We are honored to be able to cooperate with your organization.”

"If that's the case," Amuro Toruya stretched out his hand, a hint of smile flashing across his purple-gray irises, "Shouldn't you put away the poison needle in your hand?"

Before the words fell, the blond man had already grabbed the other party's wrist and twisted it back, and quickly dodged the punches and kicks of the two bodyguards amid the other party's screams.

"Bang--"

A bullet instantly penetrated the glass outside the window, along with a bodyguard's temple. Broken glass and blood scattered all over the floor.

"Stay away, Bourbon."

A cold and hoarse voice came from the earphone, but before the blond man could reply, another gunshot was heard.

"Bang--"

Another bodyguard fell to the ground, and the man who witnessed this scene was pinned to the ground by Amuro, trembling and begging for mercy.

"Grappa, this guy can't be killed. We haven't interrogated the party who is secretly cooperating yet." Amuro Toru shouted immediately. He knew that Grappa could hear him, but the other party did not answer, but he did not fire another bullet to kill him either.

Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but say, "Why is this guy so anxious..."

Then he looked at the man he had controlled. The bright and handsome appearance just now was gone, and his unfocused pupils were full of fear. Obviously, the quick death of the two bodyguards just now scared him, but it was more convenient to interrogate him this way.

"Tell me who you are working with quickly." Amuro Toru's tone was irritable and impatient, which easily made the interrogated person feel stressed. Before he could even ask any more questions, the man trembled and shouted:

"Fujii...it's the Fujii family!"

He breathed heavily after he finished speaking, and his heartbeat was as clear as a drum in the quiet room. This made Amuro Toru relax his strength helplessly. After all, the opponent was obviously not a trained killer. With this strength and psychological quality, he was probably a scapegoat. As for the Fujii family... although most of their forces were dealt with by the public security in the last incident, there are still many remnants, but it is impossible for them to be enemies with the organization again. Do they want to pass the buck? But I'm afraid this person doesn't know anything... That means there is no valuable intelligence in this mission.

"Bang--"

The sudden gunshot stunned Amuro Toru for a moment. His pupils suddenly contracted as he looked at the man beside him who had just slowly come over. A bloody hole appeared in the center of his forehead, and blood slowly flowed between his eyes full of fear, silently forming a red line.

"Grappa!" the blond man suddenly shouted, his voice barely concealing his anger.

"What's up, Bourbon?"

The voice in the headset asked, with a hint of hoarseness and confusion.

The blond man suddenly paused, his voice regained its composure, and replied:

"Notify me when you kill him."

"knew."

Toru Amuro looked at the three dead bodies in a daze, and he suddenly realized that his anger was for no reason. People were meant to be killed, and if Grapa hadn't shot, it would have been him. So what was he angry about? As an undercover agent hidden in the organization, he had seen countless murder scenes like this. He understood the organization's code members' indifference to human life and could act it out perfectly. So what was the reason for his sudden anger just now?

"Let's go to the next mission location, which is not far from here in the underground garage." As he spoke, he sent a message to the member responsible for the subsequent handling, looked at the corpse again, turned around and left the room.

After walking out of the building, he put on a hat to cover his somewhat conspicuous blond hair, and then merged into the crowd. At the intersection, he saw Grappa standing by the opposite street light in a distance. He was dressed in black and carried a large guitar case on his back.

This is really a common method of hiding a sniper rifle...Toru Amuro suddenly thought, but even so, passers-by on the street would not think that the sniper rifle hidden inside had taken three lives in just five minutes.

He walked towards the direction of the killer in black, and the other party's appearance became clearer and clearer. He was still in disguise, but he was wearing a black mask. The dark grey contact lenses covered the faint green in his pupils. Should we say it was more suitable? The other party exuded a monotonous coldness.

"Let's go."

The other party spoke, just two simple words, then paused and added, "Bourbon."

"Is it because I discovered your hidden little secret that you feel the need to keep a distance from me, so you start calling me by code names directly now?" The blond man asked half tentatively as he stood in front of the man in black.

However, the other party did not seem to react. The mask covered his face, and the colored contact lenses covered all the emotions in his eyes, leaving only a gray area. This made the blond man inexplicably angry again. He took another step closer, pulled down the other party's mask at a distance that could be said to be offensive, and asked: "Noel, answer me."

He called out this title that he had been told before but rarely used.

"through?"

As if a clockwork toy suddenly began to move, the calm tone began to fluctuate. The killer in black shouted softly, with a hint of confusion on his face, "What's wrong with you?"

No, what's wrong with you?

The purple-gray eyes stared at the other person's expression, wanting to say something, but in the end he gave up, took a few steps back, and said nothing more.

Grappa, is there something wrong with your brain? Nothing seems right now!

As Toru Amuro thought about it, he walked forward in an increasingly irritated mood. However, Noel seemed to have suddenly changed his personality and kept asking, "Why did you suddenly call my name just now? Wait, why are you walking so fast? Are you in such a hurry to complete the mission? Although I also want to finish it quickly, shouldn't we find a sniper spot first?"

"The next mission target is in the underground garage and cannot be sniped. You need to ambush there yourself!" Amuro Toru corrected him helplessly, then continued to walk towards the target address regardless.

"Oh, really? Okay." Noel followed after a moment of confusion, but after a few steps he suddenly saw a familiar color scheme.

"Ah——" The child's scream rang out along with the sound of falling to the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Toru Amuro quickly reflected on himself for bumping into a child because he was thinking about something and didn't look at the road. He helped the little boy in a suit up and raised his warm smile skillfully, and asked softly:

"Are you injured?"

"It hurts, big brother." The boy's body was stiff for a moment, and then he asked cautiously with a crying voice: "Can you take me to the hospital?"

"I'm sorry, brother, I'm in a hurry," Amuro Toru felt helpless, but going to the hospital was out of the question, so he could only say, "Brother, can I help you with some bandaging?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Noel, but found that the other person had returned to his expressionless look and was standing there coldly, looking unapproachable. The child in his arms also shrank back in obvious fear, which forced Toru Amuro to secretly cover the boy with his body so that he would not be afraid.

As for Noel, he was already in a bad state. He never expected that he would run into a detective on the way to a mission with Tou. Looking at the other party's skilled look of pretending to be in pain, it was definitely intentional. He bumped into him for sure because he recognized him, no, he recognized Grappa.

Thinking of the last time Grappa appeared in front of Conan at the memorial service, Noel decided to... pretend not to know him.

Come on, the organization knows that Grappa is face-blind and will kill the wrong person if no one explains it clearly, how could he recognize a kid who he only met once a few months ago!!!

"Big brother, are you guys going to play guitar?" This question obviously made Amuro Toru stunned for a moment, and then he replied, "Yes, he is a guitarist."

Seeing that the detective was clearly trying to get Toru to talk some more and even plant a bug, Noel quickly shouted:

"Toru, hurry up and leave."

"But this child..."

"I'm fine," the detective suddenly stood up and rubbed his knees, saying, "It doesn't hurt that much anymore. Thank you, big brother."

Then he smiled, waved goodbye, and ran away as if nothing had happened to his legs.

"This kid is quite interesting." Amuro Toru couldn't help but say for a moment, but he heard Noel on the other side suddenly say:

"Do you have to act harmless even in front of children?"

"I just think this kid is interesting," the blond man shrugged. He felt that the other party's attitude was a little strange, so he frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong with this kid?"

"Natsukawa Sora knows him. He thinks he is a detective every day. He is a very annoying kid."

Amuro Toru paused for a moment, then realized that this child should be someone Grappa knew when he pretended to be Natsukawa Sora, which also explained why the child suddenly asked those questions. Was it because he wanted to be a detective and so was easily curious? Thinking of this, he paid attention to his and Noel's attire... Well, it did look a bit problematic.

However......

"Are you explaining for this boy?" the blond man asked with interest.

"Yes, to prevent you from getting interested and killing me, which would affect my life." Noel admitted frankly.

"I'm not you." The blond man said this but was secretly concerned.

This will allow Toru to pay attention to Conan in advance, which should allow the Red Team to be informed earlier... Noel thought while recalling Conan's performance just now, and always had a bad feeling.

A shrill alarm suddenly sounded, and as people shouted, the two saw that the underground garage where their mission target was located was blocked by the police. It was said that a fire had occurred.

Noel couldn't help but cover his face, trying hard not to let his mouth twitch too badly.

Obviously, the gun behind him and the direction the two men were heading led the detective to infer that they were going to kill someone, so he used some means to trigger the smoke alarm and call the fire. Now there was no way the target of the mission could come to the garage.

"We can't complete this mission," Noel said to Amuro Toru, who was still a little confused, "Go back."

Toru Amuro didn't think too much about it, he just thought it was bad luck and could only nod in response. However, after taking a few steps, he found that Noel was following him closely.

"Where are you going?" Amuro Toru had a bad feeling.

"To your house," Noel replied, with a big, sincere, and punchable smile.