When Icewine Meets Bourbon and Rye

This is a Conan fanfic! The heroine Nangong Tanling is a lone wolf wandering between black and white. Met the Bourbon and Rye and Red Label families. Who is she? CIA undercover, cold killer Bingjiu, or gentle Professor Nangong? How does she cope with bourbon and rye? This is not a spy story in the traditional sense, but it contains a pull that is more touching than the hail of bullets - when the top intelligence expert Nangong deals with the FBI's Shuichi Akai and the public security policeman Rei Fengtani, the battlefield changes from a shootout in a dark alley to an omelette in the kitchen, and the crosshairs in the sniper scope are aligned with the star pattern on the cookie sheet. They were once sharp knives in the shadows of the organization, and now they are defusing bombs, baking cookies, and bickering over whose massage techniques are more professional in the San Francisco sunshine. There is gentleness hidden in Nangong's code, compromise in Akai's gun barrel, and edge wrapped in Fang Gu's apron. In the temperate oceanic climate, the three of them turned a hail of bullets into firewood, rice, oil and salt. There are hard-core security systems and modified guns, as well as hot milk shared late at night and unspoken concerns; there is the tracking and cracking of transnational crimes, and there is also the childish competition of "who can unlock her password first?" When the smoke of the black organization cleared, they used each other's body heat to iron out the wrinkles of the past, proving that the strongest line of defense is never the cold guns and codes, but the determination of "I am willing to stay in any time zone for you." Turn the pages of the book and see how three lonely souls write the label "survivor" into "family" in the gap between guns and candy.