Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 273 Black Gathering - Killing Warning

"Oh, my friend, you are still impatient."

Chablis looked distressed.

It's just that this expression only lasted for less than a second, and it was replaced by treacherous complacency: "Well, actually, I want to arrange some staff transfers."

Chablis' words successfully turned all the eyes of the others to him.

And then, his words were like a pebble thrown into the water, causing waves:
"I want Grappa and Claret to join your team...should be no problem, Gin?"

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows lightly: "You are really willing."

Throwing him two important members at once... Maybe he would be very happy when the tasks were heavy before.

now...

"I disagree!"

Before Gin finished expressing his opinion, Grappa suddenly patted the table and stood up, glaring at Chablis angrily: "Chablis, what do you mean!"

Grappa's outburst surprised everyone.

Even Claret was taken aback, and then she saw Chablis' increasingly strange eyes, and said in a low voice, "Grapa, what are you doing? Sit down!"

"Shut up, Claret!"

But Grappa didn't appreciate it at all, instead he yelled at him.

Seeing that his teammates hadn't progressed so much, Claret's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and ignored him.

"Grappa..."

Chablis took a sip of the wine in the glass leisurely, shook the glass and said, "You are my subordinate now."

There was a warning in his words.

However, Grappa obviously did not have this self-awareness. He still stared at Chablis and Gin with angry eyes, "So what? You have never been in charge of the property left by Mr. Pisco! You clearly know that this guy killed Pisc Master Sk, you still want me to be his subordinate? Are you humiliating me!"

Grappa's words are shocking.

Gin was also shocked: he had made a mistake in his judgment earlier.

This grappa is not 'bad'...

It's stupid.

Although from Grappa's words, they can all hear that Grappa is definitely a loyal subject of Pisk's subordinates...

But the question is, how long has Pisk been dead?
"Oh, Grappa, my friend . . . why do you think so?"

Chablis pretended to be surprised, but his fingers had already started to scratch the table, "It's just that I brought a little too many people, and I think there are few people at Gin Wine, just kindly add some people for him..."

Gin: "..."

Add manpower?It's blocking.

At this moment, Belmode silently moved the chair to the side.

She doesn't want to be affected.

"I can't go to Gin anyway! Claret, you..."

"I have no objection to Mr. Chablis' assignment."

Seeing that Grappa still wanted to drag her into the water, Claret expressed his attitude with a cold face.

Grappa was stunned for a moment, and then cursed: "Claret! You wolf-hearted guy, I think you have already discussed it with them!"

Claret glared at him unbearably, and quickly moved his chair to the table of Kiel and Chianti.

Seeing this, Grappa flushed with anger.

And Chablis stood up at this time, with a happy face: "Oh, Grappa, so...you want to stay here? As a survivor of Pisc?"

"So what?"

Grappa looked at Chablis honestly.

In his heart, only Pisk can be his boss, the others...

"Chablis! Don't forget Lord Pisco's support for you!" He looked at Chablis like he was looking at a traitor.

"Oh~ don't worry, I won't forget." Chablis's expression became sad, he took off his gloves and put his hands on his chest, "I think Master Pisco will be very happy that he has you as his subordinate... ..."

"Hmph, it's still... ho!"

In the middle of Grappa's speech, he suddenly felt something scratching his neck...

Immediately, he discovered to his horror that he could no longer make a sound.

He could only watch helplessly as a bright red water column kept gushing out, feeling the warmth, but his body was getting colder and colder...

"...ho, ho..."

Grappa was unwilling to grab something forward, but he could no longer control his strong body, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

The red blood immediately soaked the ground...

In the end, he fell in front of Chablis.

"I believe that Pisk will be very happy to see you."

Chablis licked the blood on his bruised nails, his brows and eyes were curved, as if he had done a trivial thing.

And no one else's expression changed, including Clarett - even if the one who died was her teammate who had been with her for many years.

Chablis moved his withered fingers, turned his head to stare at the gin, with a smile on his face, and wanted to put his hand on his shoulder:
"Oh my friend, I hope you don't find it too bloody..."

'Ding! '

Chablis suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then heard a crisp sound.

When he took a closer look, it turned out to be a black short knife, and the blade was against his armor knife.

Gin gave him a sideways glance, "I'll kill him if you don't do it... So, take your claws away."

This lunatic has razor blades in every fingernail. If someone who doesn't know is put on his shoulders like this, they may be gg in the next second.

"Alright alright……"

Chablis shrugged, and took the initiative to withdraw his hand, "Then what a pleasant decision."

"It's up to you...don't be too busy crying for your father and mother."

Gin grinned, revealing his cold teeth.

Although he thanked Chablis for taking most of his tasks away, he still regretted that he didn't let this guy feel the horror of 007.

Just when everyone looked at Grappa's fresh corpse and fell silent.

Suddenly, a carefree voice came from the door:
"Hey! Gin, what are you talking about, so happy?"

This sound that he hadn't heard for a long time made Gin slightly pause, and then glanced in the direction of the sound.

In the evening, he wears sunglasses, wears a peaked cap that doesn't match the style of the organization, and wears an ordinary dark jacket, which is a casual match with Belmode.

——But Bigraf is much more normal in his missionary attire, and looks very close to a normal person, except for the big square bag on his back.

Calvados.

This pigeon who has been drinking gin for several years has finally come back to Japan.

Gin rolled his eyes at this pigeon fan: How can this guy see that he is very happy?

"It came a little earlier than I expected..."

Belmode shifted his eyes to the person who came, and smiled sweetly.

"You called him back?" Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows.

"That's right... After all, those fish are all in Japan now, so there's no need to go to England to catch them." Belmode yawned lazily.

But after Calvados came in, they noticed that the other party had dragged another person:

"Hey, Bourbon, come in!"

Gin was startled again, and continued to stare at the door.

Good guy.

This golden-haired black-skinned man in a jacket...isn't he his long-lost subordinate, Comrade Bourbon?

'Fucking...'

Gin twitched the corner of his mouth cryptically.

Everyone ran away when they were busy, but now they all ran back when they were idle... He is really a little expert at adapting to the wind.

(End of this chapter)