Chapter 1 The First Player

"It was 11 o'clock in the evening in Tokyo. The night was dark and the streets were quiet.

In a corner that was invisible to the surveillance camera, there was a black car that looked like a Porsche 356A.

There were two strange men in the car, both dressed in black and with long hair. One of them looked cold and stern, with no expression on his face.

If someone passed by and accidentally took a look inside, they would probably be frightened and think he was a guide from the underworld.

The car whose model could not be found was one of the strongest evidences. Although the model looked very similar to the Porsche 356A, this car was definitely not a four-seater. Moreover, even an antique like that produced more than 40 years ago could not be found today.

"Cointreau, shut up."

In the passenger seat of the black car, Gin, one of the "strange long-haired men", could no longer bear it and interrupted his companion who was smuggling and making up stories in a rhythmic manner. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't want me to point a gun at your head and shoot you, you'd better be quiet for a while."

The white-haired man sitting in the driver's seat, who was called "Cointreau", was interrupted, but he was not annoyed. He blinked, turned his head and looked at Gin, and a smile appeared on his pale and handsome face, which was originally expressionless. His expression was gentle and his smile was shallow: "Are you sure, Gin? If you really plan to do this, I can't guarantee that your beloved Beretta will be a complete gun before the bullet is fired. Really, don't you think my drama level has improved again?"

His tone was relaxed and natural, as if Gin's threat was just a joke to him.

Gin sneered: "Do you want to compete with me again to see which is faster, your hands or my gun?" Drama level? Does he have that thing?

Cointreau didn't say anything immediately, but shook his wrist like a magician, turned his palm over, and spread out his palm. A bunch of parts that could vaguely be seen to be a gun lay quietly in his palm.

The smile on his face deepened, and he asked Gin nonchalantly: "Then how do we compare?"

Gin subconsciously touched the place where the gun was placed inside his coat, and before he could reveal his murderous intent, he was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

He pointed the gun at Cointreau, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold tone: "Are you kidding me?"

His gun was still exactly where it belonged.

"No way." Jundu narrowed his eyes, not afraid at all.

As if he had no fear that the gun would accidentally go off, he deftly turned his wrist again, and turned it twice more. In the blink of an eye, an intact Beretta M92F replaced the pile of spare parts.

Handing the gun to Gin, Cointreau said innocently, "I just wanted to show you a little surprise. It's also a Beretta, but I modified it a little. You can't discriminate against it, right?"

Gin put the gun back in its place and looked at him coldly, "Stop doing these boring things."

Jundu sighed and said in a gloomy tone: "Yeah, Gin, you feel bored too, right? Me too. But who told me to have nothing to do? I've been sitting here for almost five hours, and the mission target hasn't appeared yet. I'm going to get angry. Gin, your information isn't quite accurate?"

"You're the only one who feels bored. Bourbon is in charge of the intelligence for this mission, and the mission can't be completed successfully in a hurry." Gin did not comment.

"But this efficiency is too slow. If you had known the end of this mission, you might as well ask me for help." He sighed again, "At least you wouldn't waste five hours of my time like this. Do you know how precious my time is now?"

Gin glanced at him and reminded him: "The seat you're sitting in was originally for Vodka."

He saw a hint of speechlessness in Gin's eyes, as if he didn't understand why Gin had to come over when this mission had nothing to do with him at all, and even squeezed out Vodka's seat.

Cointreau chuckled, "I came here on a mission from my boss, so I naturally wanted to see what Bourbon and Canada are like first. Of course, I also wanted to give you a surprise. Aren't you surprised to see me after such a long time?"

——Of course, the mission was just an excuse. After all, it was never too late to look. He was just bored and wanted to drive Gin's newly modified car to play... Gin knew it very well.

"If there's nothing wrong with your brain, you should still remember that the last time I saw you was three days ago." Gin curled his lips and sincerely felt that Cointreau might need to see a doctor again.

Seeing that Gin didn't believe his words, Cointreau didn't make any excuses, but avoided the topic and looked at him in surprise: "What are you talking about, Gin? The goodbye and surprise I'm talking about is of course this car. Aren't you surprised to see your beloved car again after half a month?"

He tapped the steering wheel and said with a smile and sincerity, "It's okay. You'll see how well I've modified it later. Don't thank me too much."

However, this time Gin's face just got a little darker, and he didn't get angry again, which made Cointreau feel a little regretful.

——It’s a pity, that’s the bad thing about old acquaintances. If it were someone else, Gin might have been angry. But Cointreau and Gin have known each other for nearly 20 years, and have even been partners for more than 10 years. They are already very familiar with each other.

Gin had long learned to remain calm in the face of his little tricks - this guy's intention was very simple, and there was no other meaning. He just wanted to watch Gin's emotions fluctuate and his expression change... It was simply the same boring fun that had been going on for more than ten years.

So of course Gin didn't change his expression as he wished. Even the hint of murderous intent when he pointed the gun at him just now could only be regarded as the killer's instinctive reaction.

Gin ignored him and turned his gaze to the front, his eyes slightly fixed.

"The mission objective has appeared."

"Bang--"

Following a faint muffled gunshot, at the entrance of a dark alley, a black-haired man carrying a briefcase suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, and red blood oozed out from the ground.

Cointreau raised his eyebrows, with a hint of admiration in his voice: "One shot to the head. The code name of the sniper for this mission is Canadian Whisky? Not bad."

Gin didn't think much of it, and sneered coldly, "It's just average. If he can't shoot accurately at such a close distance, then he can't be a sniper anymore. Well, mission accomplished, ready to go."

"That's just you being picky, Gin."

Cointreau glanced at Gin, and while turning the car around, he did not forget to make an objective assessment: "Compared to you and Lei, he is of course a little behind. Didn't you say that he has only joined the organization for two years? He looks pretty good with this level of strength. I recently heard a rumor that he seems to be your second one? I am quite interested in him."

At the end, he couldn't help but smile.

The Gin people are still alive and well, and the "Second Gin" has already appeared... Such outrageous words can be spread. Are they confident or stupid? Thinking about the information he knew about "Canadian Whisky", he felt that it might be both - after all, this is not an ordinary person, but the "Fourth Disaster".

As a "player" who enters the "game world" under a disguise, it is normal to have a condescending attitude towards the "NPCs" in the game no matter how hard you try to cover it up, right?

What he just said, that he came here to see with his own eyes what kind of person "Canada" is, is not an excuse or a joke.

"You're not in the action team now, so it's easy for you to say that." Gin looked at him unhappily, and the atmosphere around him became a little cold. "If you're in the equipment team, just shut up and stop talking nonsense." I don't know where he got all these messy rumors from?

Cointreau blinked his eyes, shrugged helplessly, kept silent and drove quietly - the mission was completed, and they had to reunite with the rest of the people, that is, Bourbon and Canada, and go back together.

He knew very well in his heart that Gin was unhappy because he chose to leave the action team and join the equipment team due to health reasons a few years ago.

But he still had no intention of repenting - given Cointreau's current physical condition, if he continued to stay in the action team and continue to partner with Gin, and continued to carry out such high-intensity missions, he might accidentally die suddenly during an operation in a few years.

The equipment group is still better, with less time and time, and he can go to get off work on time and get paid well. He is now the boss of the equipment group, and no one can control him except that boss, which is no different from being a pensioner. Isn't this much better than working so hard in the action group?

Haruto Saikai, who was wearing the "Cointreau" vest, thought that at least before Conan's main storyline officially began, the "Cointreau" vest could not die from overwork... otherwise it would be too funny.

Unlike other normal systems, his vest system not only has a lot of restrictions, but each vest must start from the infancy of Xi Haiqing Dou himself and grow.

It has been 20 years since Xi Haiqing Dou traveled through time. When he first met Gin, his name was still Cointreau's original name "Yu Yuan Chiaki", and Gin was still called "Kurosawa Jin". At that time, he was only in his teens. The two have been partners for many years, so the relationship between them is so familiar.

Therefore, including the ones that have been scrapped, Xi Haiqingdou has only opened five aliases in the past twenty years, and now he only has two left.

Use the vest and cherish it.

——Imagine how happy he was when he found out that this world not only incorporates Conan, but also JOJO, Katekyo Hitman, a series of daily life and sports anime, and so on. And how upset he was when he found out that none of the plots had been successfully developed and that he would have to wait at least another five, six, seven, or eight years to successfully see the characters in the plot.

Even Echizen Nanjiro just retired three years ago... No one can understand this kind of pain.

Putting these chaotic thoughts aside, Haruto Nishimi parked the car at another gathering point.

Soon, he and Gin saw the other two people involved in the mission - Bourbon and Canada - approaching them, covering each other's figures.