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

Chapter 293 Chablis: You want to laugh at me to death

"...Big brother, are you okay?"

As soon as Vodka walked in, he found his own gin lying on the table, unable to stop laughing, and shivered in fear.

Brother, be normal, I'm afraid.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

However, when Vodka said this, Gin laughed even more, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes:

"Vodka, let me tell you a joke..."

"Big brother, tell me."

Vodka wiped off his cold sweat, and sat obediently on the stool, not daring to move at all.

Gin laughed for a while before finally recovering, coughed twice, and rolled his eyes, "Let me tell you, a senior member of the FBI...was kidnapped by robbers."

"……what?"

Vodka, who thought that Gin was going to tell him a bad joke, circled around, and a few question marks popped up above his head.

The commander of the FBI... is almost at the same level as the core members of the organization, right?

Kidnapped by robbers?
So crumbly?
After being stunned for a few seconds, Vodka couldn't restrain the corner of his mouth anymore, "Hey, hey hey..."

Just a little silly.

Afterwards, Gin lay down on the table and laughed for a long time, successfully laughing away his drowsiness, and only then struggled to prop himself up, rubbed himself, and let the expression on his face return to the normal indifferent face.

"Huh... this is the FBI, really." Qin Jiu rubbed his forehead feebly.

How can an action commander be tied up by robbers?Are all the criminals so good these days?
Qin Jiu suddenly remembered that the earliest reduction of his burden was really thanks to these unscrupulous criminals... helping them wipe out many mission objectives.

but……

Why do you feel this is so outrageous?
Gin covered his face.

No, he wanted to laugh again.

……

After calming down for a while, Gin sent a short message to the member who called just now, which probably meant to ask the other party to send him the complete cause and result by email after returning.

Although the current mobile phones can send text messages, they are still in the "old and small" stage. They can only send thirty or fifty characters at most at a time, and the screen is small, which makes them look tired and flustered.

And the person who reported this news just now was the eyeliner planted by the unscrupulous boss that Gin Jiu deduced before - Ludao Kusuda.

Gin has not been in charge of this person for a long time...

Because with the rapid advancement of technology, especially the appearance of Noah, Gin Jiu found that the other party has no hindrance to him, so he was allowed to use him as an ordinary peripheral member.

After Gin sent the text message to the other party, he noticed that Vodka was still sitting on the stool and giggled, and almost laughed along with him, so he quickly waved his hand: "Ahem... Vodka, it's okay, go get busy."

He has mail to deal with, as well as vodka, and the core members have quite a few subordinates.

After laughing enough, the drowsiness came back even worse.

Gin didn't hold back, and rolled onto the bed numbly, turning on sleep mode.

He intends to pass this "joke" on to some people after he wakes up from sleep...

In a sense, this "joke" can also help a lot.

……

I slept through the night.

Gin got up in a dark and sleepy manner, first sat on the bed and thought about life for a few minutes, and then gradually came to his mind... a bedtime joke.

Thinking of the head of the FBI being kidnapped by the robbers, Qin Jiu immediately sobered up with a smile.

No, he has to hurry to see if the cause and result have been sent to him.

Qin Jiu crawled out of bed, swiftly like the wind, and came to the computer in a blink of an eye, and opened the organization mailbox.

What excited him was that there were several unread emails lying quietly in the mailbox, one of which was signed by Kusuda Ludao...

"Let me see what's going on..."

Gin muttered as he opened the mail.

Kusuda Ludao is worthy of being the eyeliner of the unscrupulous boss, and he is extremely good at meeting the requirements of gin: the content of the email is detailed to the minute and the second, and the location is accurate to the street house number.

Gin read this whole... story as if it were a story.

When he saw one of the paragraphs: "After the other party was surrounded by reporters, several children took him away, and a bald old man followed these children", the corners of Gin's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

These kids, can't they be Conan Nabo?
Good guy, it's no wonder that a dignified FBI commander will have an accident...

Qin Jiu thought of Conan's close contact with his little friend yesterday, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Stay away from Conan..."

Sighing, Gin then browsed through the rest of the content.

Just like what Qin Jiu said casually on the phone at noon, in Kusuda Ludao's report, the police still intervened later to capture all the robbers pretending to be policemen, and it was suspected that the old man with the child was there to help.

The content of the email also specifically mentioned the child. It is estimated that Kusuda Ludao was also a little concerned, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

And in the end, the other party ended with a very humble ending—no one else, because the police intervened in the end, and he wondered if the FBI and the Japanese police were colluding, diverted his attention, and then...

Lost people.

In all fairness, Gin wanted to say 'good job'. After all, if the FBI man was really caught, it would be a good thing for the distillery, but not for him.

But in view of his current position, Gin could only send a few words of criticism and encouragement against his will, and then...

He sent the email to a large group of core members, and then called Belmode.

The other side quickly picked it up, and the tone was very different:

"Gin, is the sun coming out from the west today?"

"This has nothing to do with the sun, Belmode, I mainly want to tell you a joke."

Belmod: "..."

Is she hallucinating or is Gin crazy?
"What joke?"

"A suspected FBI commander was kidnapped by robbers." Qin Jiu tried hard not to laugh out loud, holding back his laughter very hard, and in order not to let others think he was crazy, he even had to keep his tone calm and indifferent.

He worked so hard.

"...Huh?" Belmode's voice was clearly disbelieving, "Are you joking?"

Qin Jiu felt that he couldn't hold back his smile, so he quickly said: "The email has been sent to you, you will know after reading it..."

When he said this, Belmode had actually opened the email and browsed.

After the words fell, a few suppressed laughs came from Belmod's side...

I guess I can't hold back.

So, Gin very understandingly picked up the phone.

After calming down, he continued to dial another number.

Before the other party picked it up, Qin Jiu's expression reached its peak, and his expression instantly became extremely indifferent.

"Oh~ my dear friend, why did you call me? It's really strange!"

The dial of gin is Chablis.

Gin's tone was very indifferent: "I'll tell you a joke."

"... Huh?" Chablis's bewilderment was exactly the same as Belmode's, "What kind of joke?"

"A top FBI executive has been kidnapped by robbers."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Chablis laughed wildly:
"Hahahaha!"

He suspected that Gin Jiu wanted to laugh him to death!
(End of this chapter)