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Chapter 569 Hand over the information

After taking a look at the direction the three men in black left, Conan followed the team towards the booked hotel.

On the other side, Asti, carrying a suitcase, followed Gin and Bertrand with an expressionless face.

I feel so tired, sleepy and want to sleep.

Bertrand was skipping in front, raising his hand from time to time to catch a snowflake, and even wanted to raise his head and open his mouth to catch it, but Gin pushed his head back.

After sticking out his tongue for a moment, Bertrand suddenly pointed to the store next to him and said, "That one looks so cute! Asti, go buy it for me~"

"it is good."

Asti agreed and turned to walk over.

When he took the things and turned around, Bertrand and Gin had disappeared, only the crowd was moving around.

Bechfinger looked down at the souvenir in his hand, which was carved from ordinary crystal but looked like a small ice sculpture. He put it away and walked away.

Bertrand and the other man who were originally waiting for him saw a mission target halfway, looked at Gin, and followed him.

As for Asti, Gin thought that he was just a tool to be controlled, so it didn't matter whether he waited or not.

Following the target to the outside of a house, Bertrand quietly looked over, then took out a few butterflies from his bag and released them into the house.

Taking out the monitor and looking at the images sent back by the butterflies, Bertrand looked at them for a few seconds and then casually handed them to Gin beside him, and then took out a few butterflies from his bag.

He lowered his head and disassembled the butterfly and then reassembled it. Soon, he had a palm-sized butterfly in his hand.

Just as he was about to show it to Gin, he spoke first, "Okay, go in."

"Oh."

Bertrand blinked as he watched Gin walking towards the house, then put the big butterfly into his bag and trotted after him.

Following Butterfly to the outside of the target's house, Bertrand opened a crack in the door and looked inside with one eye.

What they could see was limited, but enough to see their target and the person he was talking to.

"who!?"

The people in the room noticed that someone was watching them and immediately turned their heads to look in the direction of Bertrand.

Even though he was discovered, Bertrand didn't flinch. Instead, he pushed the door open with a smile and waved to them. "Hello, both of you~"

"who are you!?"

The two middle-aged men who were talking were so shocked when they saw two strangers breaking in that they slammed the table and were about to call security, but were interrupted by Bertrand in an innocent tone.

"Oh, you want to call someone over? No, they are all asleep, they can't come, you can't wake them up~"

"Oh, by the way, the surveillance cameras have been turned off and you guys are sleeping with those uncles. You can't call for help through the surveillance cameras."

Glancing at their hands trying to steal the remote control, Bertrand turned around and kindly reminded them to save them from wasting their efforts in vain.

Bertrand tilted his head and grinned, but there was a hint of sinisterness on his bright face. "Okay, hand over all the information you have about EOEL drugs."

On the day Bertrand left safe house No. 39 to see Tequila, he, Aphra, and Scotland had just left the Wellman Institute.