Chapter 844 Ming Ke - The End of the Black Organization 17
Conan didn't want to stay with Gojo Aiko any longer, so he quickly fled back to Dr. Agasa's house. Then, he was angrily grabbed by the collar and scolded by Mouri Kogoro, who had been analyzing intelligence alone for a whole day.
He originally thought that Conan and his friends would be back soon, but it turned out that they were gone for a whole day!
And after coming back he doesn’t come to work, which is really infuriating!
Kogoro Mori worked diligently all day alone!
When Conan faced the angry Kogoro Mouri, he suddenly thought of what Aiko Gojo had just said, and he was numb.
His sense of crisis suddenly increased. To be honest, he was really too young. Sometimes he didn't think so much. Moreover, things would work out in the end. There would always be a solution. Now the priority was the Black Organization and other things had to be put aside.
Wait until I destroy the Black Organization...
Conan clenched his fists. Anyway, he hoped that by that time, Gojo Aiko would have returned.
Otherwise he was afraid that Gojo Aiko would hide in a corner and record a video with her mobile phone... and then use the video to laugh at him every year!
And there's Gojo Satoru! Gojo Satoru is the one we need to be most wary of!
Conan suddenly missed Mr. Toru Amuro very much. Bourbon, please come back soon!
On the other side, underground in a deserted villa, Bourbon was eating.
He was taken to this very secret place. He didn't know where it was because he was brought here after being knocked unconscious. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a very simple-looking room, even simpler than a prison. There was only a mattress in the room and nothing else.
Next door to him is Binga, and they are both treated exactly the same.
They have been here for a long time. Bourbon speculated that they have spent at least two days here. They had three meals a day twice, so it should be two days, but it is not ruled out that the organization deliberately only sent three meals twice in three days to confuse them.
Because there is nothing else to judge time, they can sleep whenever they want.
On the first day, Binga asked Bourbon if he knew what time it was, but on the second day, he stopped talking.
Because no one knows.
Both of them were well aware of the huge surprise hidden behind this. Perhaps they were about to be taken to meet the boss, and it was normal to go through various anti-theft measures before meeting the boss.
It's just that I'm too bored. Bourbon has been sleeping most of the time these two days. There's nothing else to do. Sitting there and being in a daze is not a solution. I might as well take a nap.
Binga saw Bourbon sleeping, so he also began to sleep. Unlike Bourbon, he was still thinking about intelligence and public security matters in his mind. There was nothing else to think about in his mind, so he could only sleep.
Vermouth looked at the two people sleeping soundly in the surveillance video and couldn't help rolling her eyes.
She thought the two of them would chat, just like before, talking about some gossip about the organization or something.
Maybe it’s because it’s not very convenient because of the wall.
So Vermouth also went back to sleep.
It would be better for you to go back to sleep than to stare at others sleeping here.
The three of them slept here for three days in a row, and finally, the time came.
Vermouth took Bourbon and Binga out of the two rooms that were even more dilapidated than a prison and came to a larger room.
There were two rows of sofas in the room and nothing else.
"Please sit down. Rum will take you to the next place later." Vermouth glanced at Binga, then at Bourbon, and finally she chose to look at Bourbon a few more times.
This one looks better. Binga’s look is really terrible. He looks quite handsome, but I don’t know why he likes this rock punk style.
If it weren't for his strong ability to disguise himself, it would be really difficult for him to be an intelligence officer with the way he looks.
In a sense, he is more eye-catching than Bourbon, who is handsome, blond and dark-skinned.
However, Binga's abilities are still very useful, so he is also a key training target like Bourbon.
Maybe he could even take over Rum's job, because Rum, like him, likes to disguise himself completely and not let others know his true identity.
Compared to them, Bourbon has always been the kind of person who works diligently and relies on hard power. He is the same type of person as Gin, whom he hates. He doesn't need fancy disguises and speaks with his strength.
Vermouth herself is also the type of person who likes to disguise herself in a fancy way, but she doesn't like to cooperate with people of the same type as herself because it is too troublesome, so she usually prefers to cooperate with Gin and Bourbon.
It’s a pity that Bourbon is not part of the action team, otherwise he could become the next Gin.
Although he may not have the qualifications, he is definitely qualified in terms of ability.
Bourbon hesitated to speak. Given his personality, at a time like this, he would of course act like a curious baby and ask questions non-stop.
But he instinctively felt that it would be best not to ask too many questions now. If this was really the boss's hiding place, all his efforts would be wasted if he performed too poorly.
Binga was also very quiet. Vermouth looked at the two well-behaved people and inexplicably felt like laughing.
It's easy to work with smart people.
Then they waited for half an hour, but Rum didn't come.
Vermouth's originally cheerful expression was getting worse and worse, and Bourbon began to wonder if he should liven up the atmosphere.
"Hmph." Vermouth took out her cell phone, took a look at it, then began to walk around the room.
After turning around and hearing nothing, she put her phone away and said, "Okay, I'll take you there to meet... the boss."
Bourbon's expression was stern. Is this day finally coming?
Although, even if you meet the boss of the black organization, you may not be able to destroy the organization immediately, but it is always good to make progress.
Vermouth led the two of them through many twists and turns and came to a small room. After walking in, they could see that there were two seats in the room.
There was a curtain on the wall in front of the seat, and I didn't know what was behind it.
"You go in first." Vermouth pointed at Bourbon.
Before Bourbon could react, the curtain opened automatically, revealing a door inside. This door was also automatic. After it opened automatically, it revealed a pitch-black corridor inside.
"Go to the innermost room." Vermouth sat down on the seat, "The boss is waiting for you."
Bourbon laughed nervously and walked inside.
He felt that the boss would definitely not come to see him in person, and might come through a screen or glass or something like that.
And a voice changer should be used.
But being able to interact with the boss in person is still a milestone.
Bourbon came to the room at the end of the corridor. This room seemed to have no door and it was pitch black inside.
He walked in and a beam of light immediately hit his head.
It's just like the lighting for the protagonist in a stage play.
"Hello, Bourbon, it's our first meeting. I'm very glad that another outstanding person is here. I've been waiting for you."
An unpleasant voice, like a tape, sounded in the room. Bourbon's guesses were all correct. The boss did not show his true face, nor did he speak to people with his own voice.
And how does this feel...
"I'm honored to be here, too." Bourbon doubted he had said that to anyone.
It's just like the polite words a boss says to his employees.