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Chapter 820: It has nothing to do with the church

Perhaps because he didn't want to accept the second possibility, Bertrand's eyes turned red and he looked so pitiful and aggrieved.

Qianzhu didn't look at him or answer his question.

After a long while, Bertranci murmured softly, "...Liar."

The others did not hear his voice, but Gin and Vermouth, who were closest to him, heard it. A hint of surprise flashed across their eyes, and they looked up at the young man who seemed somewhat out of place here.

Suddenly, a strange sound with a faint sound of electricity came from behind Chianti and his car.

"Hmm? This is obviously a remote and deserted road, but it is so lively. It's really strange."

Several white figures were walking towards this side.

After Conan saw it clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank!

That is - members of the church!

Chianti and Cohen looked back at them. Although they were not very clear about the details, they could see that they were currently in a cooperative relationship with this organization called the Church.

The two men looked at each other, walked to Gin's side, and left that seat for the people from the church.

Murataya didn't hesitate and walked to the front of the car and leaned against it.

Bertrand blinked his still red eyes and looked at them in confusion, "Why are you here?"

Murataya folded her hands on her elbows and said calmly, "Because I heard you say you wanted to bring him back to the organization, I came here specially to stop you."

Bertrand was even more confused. He slightly widened his eyes and said, "Stop me? Why?"

"Of course it's because he belongs to our master." Murataya raised her chin slightly and answered proudly.

Bertrand blinked. "Huh?"

Facing his naked question, Murataya did not choose to explain, but raised her hand and shook her index finger, "No need to say more, this is not negotiable."

"So what you mean is that we're going to make a wasted trip today?"

Bertrand immediately puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction.

"Who knows? Anyway, as long as your target is not Qianye, you can do whatever you want with others." Murataya spread his hands disapprovingly.

Qian Zhu, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, his tone sounding a little cold, "Can we go now?"

Everyone's eyes instantly fell on him. Bertrand looked a little unwilling, but his cheeks were puffed up like a puffer fish, and he was obviously very unhappy. However, he still gave Bourbon a look, asking him to move the car that was blocking the road.

Bo, the tool man who was only responsible for blocking the road today, successfully received the signal, and then returned to the car without hesitation and moved it away.

Then the people from the two organizations watched their car leave.

Until the rear of the car was no longer visible, Murataya spoke before Gin and the others did.

She raised her hand, and the person beside her respectfully placed two porcelain bottles, one blue and one white, in her palm.

Murataya walked up to Bertranci and handed him the porcelain bottle. "As compensation, give the green one to your boss, and the white one is the partition medicine for you."

Bertrand took it and squinted his eyes to look at the person in front of him inquiringly. "Isolation medicine? Why do you have this?"

"Why do I have this?" Murataya asked back, then chuckled, raised her hand to pull open the hood covering her face, revealing a face that looked exactly like the silver-haired boy. She stroked Bertrand's cheek with a smile.

"Didn't you already guess it?"

There was a hint of surprise in Gin and Vermouth's eyes, but they were much more restrained than the three Vodka men and the two undercover agents next to them.

They just didn't expect that she would be a member of the church and cooperate with them.

Chianti and the others were shocked at how similar she looked to Bertrand.

As for Bourbon and Kiel, they did not expect that the Black Organization and the Church would reach a cooperation!

Bourbon's fingers pinched unconsciously.

Bechfinger continued to hide behind Bertrand like a black mushroom.

Bertrand looked at Murataya quietly, then raised his hand and poked her cheek, unable to hide the confusion and surprise in his eyes.

"But didn't you die more than a decade ago? Those guys even threw you into the body freezer."

Murataya's eyes flickered, she grabbed his hand and snorted, "How rude! You should call me sister! No matter how you were born, I am the only one related to you by blood."

She pinched Bertrand's tender little face, and after it turned red, she pinched the other half of his face as well. Only then did she continue to speak calmly: "How could I die so easily? Of course I escaped later."

"So you didn't know me all along?" Bertrand looked at her accusingly with wide eyes.

"if not?"

There was a hint of a smile on Murataya's lips.

Bertrand pouted slightly.

"Okay, I'll go first."

Murataya put his hood back on, turned his back to Bertranci, waved at him, and left with the church members who were waiting quietly on the side.

It can be said that it came suddenly and left suddenly.

Bertrand held a porcelain bottle in one hand and spread his hands towards Gin, smiling, without any of the reluctance and dissatisfaction he had when Qianzhu and the others left just now.

"Yeah, I made a profit!"

Gin nodded without refutation, "Retreat."

Although they failed to capture Shirley, they learned about the current situation and obtained two doses of medicine from the church, which was indeed a gain.

At worst, I can find another opportunity later.

Bertrand jumped into the same car with Gin and the others.

Asti and Sekte looked at each other, snorted heavily, and went to Bourbon and Chianti's cars respectively.

If there weren't enough seats and they were prone to being beaten by Gin, they might have squeezed in with Bertrand.

As soon as he got in the car, Bechfenger slumped in the back seat as if half dead.

Bourbon glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said nothing.

The car was very quiet throughout the journey.

Although it was only their car that was so quiet.

......

Only after he could no longer see the members of the organization and confirmed that they had not caught up with him did Conan breathe a sigh of relief and turned around to sit down.

A bunch of questions surrounded his mind.

He turned to look at Qianzhu and asked cautiously, "So... Qianzhu, you have a relationship with the church?"

Qianzhu came back to his senses, shook his head slightly, and replied softly: "No, I have nothing to do with the church, I just have a little relationship with people."

Conan nodded in understanding.

After this direct confrontation with the Black Organization tonight, they learned a lot of things, and because of this, they felt more stressed...