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

Chapter 441
Fushan Pier.

On the stone platform near the dock, a black-haired man in European-style aristocratic clothing sat on the edge of the platform, basking in the warm sunshine with his head up.

His whole body was wet, including his hair dripping with water.

"Today's weather is so nice~ah! Bah—fuck, why is the water so salty!"

He opened his mouth, and the water dripping from his hair got into his mouth without hindrance, and then a bitter salty taste choked him.

Standing next to him was a person who was dressed similarly to him, but with blond hair, and the other person was untangling and wringing out the combed hair, while saying with a blank expression: "As we all know, sea water is salty. pull."

"...I said, An Bu, don't you be so angry. A plane crash is a small probability event. I didn't expect it to fall suddenly..."

"Don't quibble, Stella, if you hadn't changed the course without authorization, we would not have encountered a strong convective storm at all, and we would not have drifted over after the crash and encountered a typhoon, causing us to be in such a mess now."

The two were exactly Angostella and Anderburger who were sent by the unscrupulous boss to usurp... increase the number of personnel.

After finishing a long list indifferently, Anderberg reached out and nodded to his teammates: "To sum up... the loss of the crash is solely borne by you."

"...Hiss, Ambu, we are destined to die together..." Angostella smacked his lips.

But before he finished speaking, Anderberg took out a stack of wet papers from his wet pocket and threw them on Angostella's face, shutting him up physically, and then made a cold face, Said: "This is the meal money you owe me this year, and you have to make up for it together."

Angostella opened his mouth, and looked at Anderberg with an outrageous expression: "Hey, Amber! What time is it? You won't return these things when you jump off the plane, will you?"

Underburger didn't speak, but just glanced at him incredulously.

Just kidding, these things are of course very important...

If the life is gone, there will be another life in the next life, but if the money is gone, it is really gone.

These IOUs are proof of money. With IOUs, his unscrupulous teammates will pay back the money. Only after paying back the money can the quality of his food for the next year be guaranteed. Of course, he needs to keep it carefully.

Angostella opened those IOUs that belonged to her, and seeing the numbers and signatures on them that had been completely preserved by Anderberg in some way, the corners of her mouth twitched feebly.

After the plane crashed, these things are still there, I never expected...

As expected of his teammate.

Facing Angostella's strange gaze, Anderberg just calmly snatched his precious IOU from the other party, for fear that the other party would tear it up and deny it...

"Tsk tsk... Ambu, you should have some trust in me." Angostella stood up and shook the wet hem of her clothes, looking at Andberg with a little dissatisfaction.

until he stood up.

A dead body that was previously covered by his wide hem was exposed to the sun.

The body still looked fresh, clearly the work of both of them.

Anderberg watched his teammate kick him into the sea with no waves in his eyes: "However, you didn't pay me back the debt you owed from June to November seven years ago."

"Uh...really?" Angostella looked like I didn't know anything, "Is there such a thing? Could it be that you remember wrongly?"

Underburger looked calm: "If you want to see it, the IOU is in the luggage on the transport plane. I can go and get it later."

Angostura: "..."

Why do we still keep things that are so old!
"What did the boss say just now?" Anderberg looked at the mobile phone in his teammate's hand.

That's what they just snatched from the dead.

"Boss said he would call someone to pick me up, but he seemed a little unhappy." Angostella said in a lonely tone.

Ah, isn't he the boss's favorite cub?

Anderberg twitched the corner of his mouth: "Probably because you destroyed a plane."

The plane that crashed was more than 150 million pounds, equivalent to almost one-tenth of their operational assets, one-two-hundredth of the liquid assets distributed in the UK, and one-thousandth of the organization’s total assets...

With such a big loss, it's only natural that the boss would be unhappy, right?

Underburger brought himself in for a moment, and suddenly felt like a knife was piercing his heart - 150 million pounds, he would need at least [-] heads to earn it back.

"...It's a matter of the weather, and it's none of my business."

Angostella was quite helpless about the fact that his teammates believed that the plane crash was his own doing.

But after the topic came to an end, the two of them continued to stare at the sea in a daze, staring at the fish that jumped out of the water from time to time.

After looking at it for a while, Anderberg turned around and continued to twist his hair.

Wet salty water dripped on the ground, Angostella took a few steps sideways, and said with disgust: "Hey, I asked you to get a haircut last time... you look like a bitch with such long hair."

"You can't cut it now." Anderberg said with a serious face, "I've got someone to figure it out. If you cut your hair during this time, disaster will happen."

"...How old do you still believe this?" Angostella pouted, "Forget it, speaking of it, who picked us up? How long has it been?"

Anderberg turned his teammate's head 150 degrees expressionlessly, "Is there a possibility that he has actually arrived?"

Angostella was taken aback for a moment, his eyes slanted, and he saw a pitch-black figure.

only……

He narrowed his eyes.

So long, so shiny silver hair...

Tsk, what an eyesore.

……

Gin has been around the pier for almost half an hour.

Turning around, he was a little annoyed.

The unscrupulous boss asked him to pick up people, not only didn't tell him who to pick up, but also didn't say which berthing area he was in...

It's not easy for him to drive in in broad daylight, wandering around inside, for fear that someone will ask who he is.

Going all the way north, he finally found his suspected target——

Two wet European noblemen.

But to be honest, at first glance, Qin Jiu didn't see that these two were his own.

Because it was too embarrassing, like two drowned rats.

It wasn't until he listened carefully to the conversation between the two that the corners of his mouth twitched and he was sure that the two should be his own.

That is, he only heard about the haircut. Later, one of them asked the other party to pick them up.

Qin Jiu walked over with a cold face, looked at the two faces that he looked very strange, and said without emotion: "Boss asked me to pick you up, let's go."

"You are Gin? I've heard of you." The black-haired European man in Gin's eyes grinned, showing a completely unkind smile, "I heard that you are recognized as the number one killer in the organization, but I think, from now on..."

Gin raised his eyebrows.

What kind of trouble is this gunpowder-smelling tone.

But before the man finished speaking, the blond man next to him slapped a stack of wet papers on the other party's face, and looked at Gin expressionlessly, but his tone was a hundred times more kind than Angostella:
"Sorry, he's not quite right... Long time no see, Gin."

(End of this chapter)