What Koizumi Anko is dealing with, the future of the magic world, the safety of the world——
These contents, which sound extremely important, actually have nothing to do with brandy.
Asakura Makoto didn’t feel like he saw an NPC with an exclamation mark popping up above his head in a game and rushed to click on it.
He is not a savior. When he is watching a danger that has nothing to do with him, his first reaction is definitely not to rush to the front line. He is to grab some melon seeds, mineral water, and sit comfortably in a safe place to see clearly.
Finally, decide whether to take action based on whether the development of the situation will affect you.
By the way, no matter how devastated Cairo is, what does it have to do with him, an outlaw from the island country?
"Are we really not going to help?"
Sitting in a local high-society villa, Toru Amuro leaned on one side of the long sofa, adjusted the TV remote control and looked at Asakura Makoto, who was reading "Analysis of Scarlet Letter" on the other side.
"If you don't go, they've had enough."
Being abroad, it is obviously impossible for them to stay in a crowded place like a hotel. A private residence with high privacy is a better choice to cover up their whereabouts——
If it weren't for Tohru Amuro's worries about whether his father-in-law wanted the organization to be his son-in-law - with the support of the CIA, Asakura could even use a certain country's embassy in Egypt as a temporary resting place.
"Besides that guy from Rye, who else is here?"
Tohru Amuro stopped the channel in the news section and watched the host complaining about the incompetence of the Cairo police, the corruption at the top levels of the government, and the private giving and receiving of high-ranking officials... which resulted in the local gangs running rampant and lawless.
"We should use iron fist to eradicate gangs so that all citizens can live in an environment of freedom, security, harmony and stability!"
Such righteous speeches, righteous words, and a fearless spirit that does not use himself as a mouthpiece allow Asakura to know at a glance who is behind the push.
The CIA, which had just reached a cooperation with Brandy, doubled the efficiency of its operations in order to show its sincerity.
Anyway, they are causing trouble in other countries, and they are not the ones who suffer anyway.
"And me and Gin."
Regardless of the fact that the three of them, brandy, bourbon, rye, and gin, were serving rum alone, even in the latter's home court, it was enough for him to have a good drink.
What's more, now under the operation of Asakura, Rum's home court advantage is gradually disappearing.
The plot of Conan began in 1996, and it is now four years ago in 1992. The second year after the end of the Cold War, the world's two poles collapsed, leaving only one superpower to dominate the world.
Egypt itself received a lot of assistance from this superpower during the Cold War. It was too easy for the CIA to influence the domestic situation.
"Gin is here too..." Toru Amuro frowned, "So we are bait, placed in the open to attract Rum's attention, and he is preparing a surprise attack in the dark, right?"
"A dark place is a dark place, but there is a sudden attack." Asakura Makoto closed the hardcover book and put it next to him. He looked at the TV and folded his hands behind his head to rest on it, his whole body sunken deep into the soft sponge. Among the sofas.
"Gin's style is that if you can crush someone, you won't attack quietly. Do you want to take a guess?"
He glanced at the news on TV and asked: "What means will Gin use to get in front of Rum."
"Just a hint, I'll get him an AH-64."
Upon hearing this name, Bourbon was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned strange.
AH-64 armed helicopter, translated as Apache.
"this......"
For a moment, he didn't know whether to marvel at Gin's audacity, daring to do such an outrageous thing in the airspace of the capital of a sovereign country.
Seeing Tohru Amuro's surprised reaction, Asakura Makoto concluded: "So, we just sit back and wait, Gin will take care of it."
At this time, he wanted to know what the undercover agent who regarded the island country as his lover would be thinking when he heard that Gin shot up Tokyo Tower but got away with it.
...
Meanwhile, Rum's hideout is located.
"Lord Rum." Curaçao stood at the door and lowered his head to report to Rum, who was in the blind spot of the room and couldn't see his appearance in the dim surroundings. "Brandy has arrived in Cairo. I have commissioned an artist to paint the disguise. .”
"Pretend?" Rum's voice came, "What about Belmod?"
"Belmod, according to the intelligence personnel's report, the woman is still in the island country and has not left. I have asked them to continue monitoring her and report immediately as soon as she leaves sight for ten hours."
"Really?" Rum's words did not change at all, but he was relieved in his heart.
In his knowledge, only Belmode in the organization has the ability to perfectly transform into another person. Since Asakura Shin came here under the disguise, he must either stick to his current appearance or tear off the disguise. To return to his true appearance, in addition to removing the disguise, he used poor disguise skills to challenge his and his subordinates' eyesight.
And like this, it was impossible for him to escape his spies all over the city.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
Rum, who was hiding in the darkness, narrowed his eyes and asked when Curacao fell silent.
"Also, Brandy and I met once."
She gritted her teeth and told the story.
