Chapter 79: New York Incident
Chapter 79: New York Incident (The Chowder is Ready)
New York Airport, USA.
"I see, Mr. Lin is here to visit relatives in the United States."
Kudo Shinichi was walking with Mao Lilan, chatting and laughing with the white-haired Rei standing next to them.
"Yeah~" Lie chatted with him with a smile, and glanced at Tokyo Tenma who was following him slowly from behind, and smiled even more, "Speaking of which, is there anyone to pick you up at the airport?"
Kudo Shinichi nodded, "Yeah, but I think she probably hasn't arrived yet..."
Lie shrugged, smiled and waved his hand: "That's a pity~ We have to separate, we'll see each other again when there's a chance!"
"Of course!"
Kudo Shinichi also waved and watched Rei get into a taxi and leave the airport.
It's almost six o'clock now (US Daylight Saving Time).
Kudo Shinichi glanced at his watch and fell into deep thought again.
Mao Lilan was surprised to see him suddenly silent, "Shinichi? Are you thinking about something?"
"No, nothing." Kudo Shinichi came back to his senses and smiled, "I just think Mr. Lin's hair is very special."
"Indeed... As white as snow."
Mao Lilan also thought of the white hair, "Mr. Lin, have you ever dyed your hair?"
Kudo Shinichi shook his head: "I've observed it, it should be innate."
"Huh? There are still people with white hair in this world." Mao Lilan stared at the direction where Rei left.
"Probably not. Although I heard that the Nordic people have silver hair and light blonde hair, but this snow-white color..."
Just as Kudo Shinichi was about to express his inference, a familiar voice came from afar:
"Xiao Xin, Xiao Xin! Here, here!"
Look back.
A tall and beautiful woman was standing next to the silver sports car and waving at them. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, she attracted a lot of people's attention.
"Mom..."
When Kudo Shinichi saw the people, he looked speechless for some reason, "Lan, let's go over there."
"Eh? That's Shinichi's mom... She still looks as young as ever."
"She would be very happy if you said that to her face..."
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Where there is light, there is darkness.
The darkness of the day is the shadow, the darkness of the night is the protagonist.
An underground base of the Black Organization near the Empire State Building in New York.
In the darkness, the slender fingers held a match and gently scratched the sandpaper. When the fire lit up, they lit the cigarette butt.
Smoke slowly swirled in the room.
Ding bell~
The gate of the stronghold was pushed open.
"How's the target search going?" Hearing the voice, the woman with a cigarette lit lazily leaned on the table and turned her head, "Bourbon?"
"very successful."
The latecomer turned on the lights in the room, and his short golden hair shone vividly under the light.
Bourbon took off his cap, his eyes cold, "As you expected, the wanton killer has attracted the attention of the FBI, and they have sent a team to look for him..."
A word of dialogue.
"And the leader of that team is Akai Shuichi, the one called..."
“Silver bullet.”
The beautiful woman with wavy hair stood up with a cigarette between her legs and flicked the ash. "I heard from that person that in just two years this person has acquired the same mobility as Gin, but I think that's a bit alarmist." If she were to walk on the street, someone might recognize that this woman is the super popular actress, Sharon Wynyard's daughter: Chrissie Wynyard.
Of course, she has another name - Vermouth.
"Well... I think so too." Bourbon shrugged and checked the time. "I remember you said you had an appointment tonight. How about leaving the assassination of that man to me?"
As Bourbon finished his words, a cold murderous intent inadvertently emanated from him.
That man... must die!
Vermouth looked at him with a half-smile, "Ah~ Do you hate him so much? I remember you carried out several missions with him, didn't you?"
"So what? Traitors should be ruthlessly killed... right?"
Bourbon slightly restrained his smile and revealed a harmless expression.
Vermouth shrugged: "You are right... But it's a pity, I also want to experience this 'Silver Bullet' myself, so I'm sorry~"
There was a flash of disappointment and hatred in Bourbon's eyes, but he concealed it very well. "Ah, it's okay... But in this case, I really hope you fail. Maybe I can have another chance next time."
"…Then I can only hope that your wish doesn't come true, or I'll be embarrassed."
Vermouth smiled nonchalantly and did not avoid Bourbon. She changed her makeup in front of her and put a layer of silicone-like mask on her face.
Bourbon waited a moment and glanced down at his watch.
It's half past six in the evening.
After Vermouth had finished her transformation, Bourbon asked with some concern, "Are you sure you can do this alone?"
"Aren't you supporting us from the outside?" After Vermouth put on her wig, she turned around and put on a pair of glasses. "Since that person said that Akai Shuichi is particularly sharp, the more people there are, the easier it will be to be discovered."
"Well... just assume you're right."
Bourbon chuckled softly and looked at Vermouth with a hint of evil in his tone, "I really want to see what expressions other people would show if they knew that Sharon Wynyard and Chrissie Wynyard were the same person?"
When Vermouth turned around, her appearance was completely different from before—short blond hair that reached her ears, black-framed glasses, and slightly wrinkled face...
Actress - Sharon Wynyard.
It was him!
"Okay, it's about time for me to leave... Bourbon, remember to help me find out the location of that guy~" After changing her clothes, Vermouth's voice became much deeper and more steady.
“…Oh, that’s right.”
When they reached the door, Vermouth reminded them again:
"That chess piece is no longer useful...get rid of it so it won't get in the way."
Bourbon nodded and put on a black windbreaker: "I know."
Clear away the useless pieces...
This is the consistent style of the organization.
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Also in New York.
At one end of Broadway, in an inconspicuous small residential building, a blond man with a full beard is working hard to conquer a game.
Small but complete.
Although the room is small, it is filled with electronic equipment, including seven or eight computers.
There was also a mobile phone on the table that kept ringing.
A young man sitting in front of the computer would occasionally glance at the blond man playing games, with a helpless look on his face: "Uncle Tianman...phone."
"I know, I know..." Tianman reluctantly put down the game console and picked up the phone, "Who is it?"
"I'm Rei-oh~ You're Tenman from America, right?"
When Tianman heard the other party introduce himself, his playful mood instantly flew away and he stood up straight:
"Yes! I am Tianman from Massachusetts! What can I do for you, sir?"
"Ah~ That is, can you help me check the whereabouts of 'Sharon Wynyard'? I accidentally lost her~"
The actors are in their positions～
ps: Belmode's home game
(End of this chapter)