novelaction Chapter 311 Amuro Tooru: The Fierce and Evil Tequila; Conan: Uncle Dragon with a Heart Turning Towar
Chapter 311 Amuro Tooru: The Fierce and Evil Tequila; Conan: Uncle Dragon with a Heart Turning Towar
"Coming."
Lin Jiayou glanced at his watch and spoke expressionlessly.
Vodka nodded and grinned.
"Don't worry, it will be sent out on time."
"Ah."
Lin Jiayou stopped talking.
He trusted Vodka's computer skills as much as he trusted his driving skills.
Unless a conceptual being like Hiroki Sawada appears, the Public Security Bureau won't stand a chance against Vodka...
"Is Itakura Takuya settled in yet?"
Gin spoke coldly, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Tequila.
Tequila exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled.
"Don't worry, Itakura Taku is doing very well now."
"Take some time to get his eyes treated."
Gin gave a reminder.
"Regardless of the quality of the software he researches, his own abilities are quite good."
"Don't waste it."
"become,"
Agave nodded.
"After I finish what I need to do tonight, I'll talk to Pisco and ask him to arrange a good treatment option."
"but,"
Tequila turned to look at Lin Jiayou, half-jokingly.
"Speaking of which, Cherry, you didn't actually study divination or fortune telling, did you?"
"Otherwise, how would we know someone would go looking for that guy Itakura Taku?"
"It's obvious."
Lin Jiayou did not intend to answer, but spoke calmly.
It's hard to explain, so I'll just keep quiet.
Anyway, if I don't say anything, it will seem normal to the other people in the organization...
Overall, this was indeed a targeted little plan devised by Lin Jiayou based on some plot points from the original work.
Itakura Suguru didn't die, but he could at least die publicly...
In short, the idea was to first reveal Itakura Taku's importance to Bourbon through vodka, a substance that wouldn't raise suspicion.
There are two possibilities: Bourbon will take the bait or he won't.
It doesn't matter if they don't take the bait, since they won't lose anything anyway.
After taking the bait, use the death of the fake 'Itakura Taku' to lure out Bourbon and the Public Security Bureau, making them see the diary.
They then used the diary to lure them to a pre-arranged ambush location.
As for where the fake 'Itakura Taku' came from...
It's very simple, just find someone similar to get plastic surgery.
What if Bourbon discovers this midway and retaliates?
I'm sorry, that's impossible.
Bourbon either doesn't take the bait at all, or once he does, he can't escape.
Because everything that happened afterward was real and existed.
Itakura Taku did indeed keep a 'diary,' and what he wrote was all true; Bourbon simply didn't have time to verify it.
Even if he spends the time to verify it, he will find that it is all true.
Therefore, once this kid steps into this circle, he can't get out.
What awaited him was a path leading his Japanese Public Security colleagues to their deaths...
"We owe this all to Cherry,"
Chianti licked his lips, the curve of his mouth revealing a bloodthirsty glint.
"If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have had the chance to catch so many rats."
"Um,"
Gin nodded in satisfaction.
"Cherry's plan this time is excellent."
"Everyone should learn from him in the future."
"Just give them more money."
Lin Jiayou wasn't buying Gin's act and spoke without changing his expression.
Gin's face immediately darkened.
Forget it, I'd better not try to emulate Cherry...
To avoid everyone coming to him asking for money...
The organization is also short of supplies!
"Received!"
Vodka shouted, drawing everyone's attention.
Gin gave a cold laugh.
"It seems the police are quite capable."
"Tch, it's just a very basic little program,"
Vodka said dismissively,
"If you hadn't told me not to set it too difficult, the police wouldn't have been able to crack our password."
“Even just now, if I had told them to untie it one second before the end, they wouldn’t have been able to untie it in the first two seconds.”
"It doesn't matter,"
Lin Jiayou said calmly,
"The point was to let them know the time anyway."
"If it weren't for the fact that Bourbon understands the organization's operating procedures, there would be no need to set a password."
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the agave.
Tequila grinned and gave an OK sign.
Then, he took out his phone and dialed the number directly.
"Hey, Itakura, what are you doing?"
"Why is it taking so long to receive emails?"
................
Jingle bell—jingle bell—
The telephone ringing echoed inside the wooden villa.
Amuro Tooru and the other three felt their hearts leap into their throats.
What's going on? Who called?
"Jiang, Mr. Jianggu,"
Kazami Yuya's voice trembled slightly.
What do we do now?
"Don't panic,"
Amuro Tooru glanced at him calmly, then walked to the phone and answered it.
As soon as the call connected, Tequila's voice came from the other end.
"Hey, Itakura, what are you doing?"
"Why is it taking so long to receive emails?"
It's agave!
Amuro Toru felt a slight tremor inside.
He wasn't very familiar with tequila, but he had heard of this veteran member of the organization's action group.
When I came to Tokyo, we only met once at the training ground, and I exchanged a few words with him.
Overall, he seems like a fierce and menacing figure...
It's Uncle Long!
Conan felt a slight jolt in his heart.
He knew Uncle Long Si very well; not only had the man saved his life, but he would also play soccer with him every three to five days.
It is said that a few days ago, Uncle Long Si won a large sum of money from Uncle Mao Li, making Uncle Mao Li swear that he must take Xiao Lan with him to play cards in the future.
Overall, Uncle Long Si isn't a bad person...
but......
Tequila (Uncle Long) is really cautious!
Amuro Tooru and Conan were thinking the same thing at the same time.
They eventually received the email, but they were a little late entering the password, so Tequila (Uncle Long) called them directly.
"Hey, Itakura, are you listening?"
Tequila's voice rang out again, sounding somewhat impatient.
Amuro Tooru's heart tightened. Itakura Suguru wasn't here; how was he going to reply to Tequila's words...?