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

Chapter 460 Information Sharing and Reconstruction
"This matter must not let other people know..."

Akai Shuichi lowered his eyes, staring at his tea.

He couldn't imagine how much blood and blood would be caused if this matter didn't get out... For the sake of Mingmei and world peace, keeping this secret would definitely not be a wrong decision.

He said to himself silently in his heart.

It's just that Haibara Ai and Conan participated in the news of the previous incident. Apart from their side, Sauron, the captain of another FBI team in Japan, also knows about it due to intelligence sharing.

They have reported the whole incident to the higher-ups, so it is impossible to conceal the existence of Conan and Haibara...

Fortunately, the former one can use the 'genius boy' as a cover, and the latter one can use the long-haired fierce ghost that appeared later as a shield.

What's more, in general, Conan and Haibara Ai are actually bait laid by the black organization to lure them into the bait, and basically no one will suspect that there is anything special about the two children.

Recalling this, Akai Shuichi had another strange feeling:

It seemed that in the whole thing, someone already knew what was special about them, and whoever it was seemed to want to keep that secret.

Belmode wants to kill Hui Yuan Ai, is it because she discovered her identity?
Does Gin know about this?

These two questions have not formed any results in Akai Shuichi's mind, Sauron's eccentric words interrupted him:

"It's just a seven-year-old child, so where can a genius go?"

"...I know a genius." Akai Shuichi retracted his thoughts and retorted calmly, "She was admitted to university at the age of seven, and obtained a doctorate certificate at the age of 14, and she still has a double degree."

Sauron froze for a moment, then twitched the corners of his mouth, "This kind of people are only a minority..."

"That genius is just a researcher in the organization."

"..."

Sauron opened his mouth and found that he didn't know what sound to make.

Akai Xiuyi raised his eyes and continued: "Also, I remember that before I went back to the United States, there was a genius boy who graduated from graduate school at the age of seven, but unfortunately died young. I heard that the program he independently developed is still there. are being used extensively.”

Sauron: "..."

After he was speechless, Akai Hideichi looked at James: "That boy's reasoning ability may be what the organization values. Maybe we can refer to the information he provided us."

After all, James is the head of the FBI in Japan. If they have any ideas or suggestions, they must first report to their superiors.

"Naturally." James didn't have any doubts, but worried: "But the long-haired man that you and Judy talked about last, hasn't made any progress yet?"

"We really didn't find anything." Akai Shuichi shook his head regretfully, his eyes brightened, "But as I said just now, the boy said that he has some information... Perhaps, this is the key to our breaking the situation."

"I hope so..."

There was a gloomy cloud on James' brow.

However, Akai Shuichi suddenly changed the topic, "By the way, Mr. James, besides this matter, there is another person who contacted me."

James raised his head, "Oh? Who is it?"

Akai Shuichi didn't reply, just stretched out his hand and pointed to his eyes.

James was taken aback for a moment, then he understood, and after a moment of pondering, he nodded lightly: "If we can reach a cooperation, we can also share intelligence."

Akai Shuichi relaxed slightly: "Thank you, Mr. James."

"It's nothing, we are all partners on the same front."

The conversation between the two seemed to be playing a riddle, and Sauron and Judy who were listening to the side were confused, looked at each other and shrugged.

……

After noon.

Gin, vodka, and Belmode walked out of the small building and got into the Porsche that was placed in the shadow of the building.

"Brother, where are we going next?"

Have to say, Vodka is a conscientious driver.

It's the feeling of gin, and the presence of vodka has almost caught up with myself in casual clothes.

Gin didn't immediately tell Vodka the destination, but looked at Belmode who was yawning in the passenger seat: "Are you going back?"

"...Is it delivered to your door?"

"Do not accept delivery service."

"...Then what a fart!"

Belmode's anger is obviously still there, but now he is really sleepy and exhausted, his eyelids are drooping, "I will follow you wherever you go, if not, I will stay in the vodka car and sleep."

Gin was silent for a while, and opened his mouth to correct:

"This is my car."

Belmode sarcastically said, "Hehe, I've never seen you drive before."

Gin: "..."

Belmode is definitely menopausal and has thorns all over his body.

"Okay." Gin didn't refuse that Belmode wanted to rub the car to the end, "Anyway, I'll go back to the base with Vodka, if you go together, remember to tell the unscrupulous boss."

"Base? The base is good, there is a bed... that unscrupulous, let's talk about it after sleeping..." Belmod muttered a few times, his eyes completely fell.

As the old antique car started smoothly, Belmode also fell asleep completely with a slight vibration.

Gin: "..."

He suspected that Belmode was driving in the latter sentence.

... No, what is he thinking?
Seeing that Belmode was fast asleep, and the gin didn't bother her, she took out a piece of tea and bit her mouth to refresh herself.

Thinking of what Angostella said just now, his eyes flickered, and he took out his mobile phone and started texting someone.

……

Little broken upstairs.

Angostella opened the curtains and watched the three of Gin get into the car and leave with his own eyes. He nodded in satisfaction, and then turned around to face the other people in the room:
"Okay everyone, it's time for division of labor and cooperation... I think everyone has heard just now that we need to bear part of the responsibility for the intelligence reconstruction work of the Second Intelligence Department."

When Angostella faced other people now, he didn't have the cynical expression he had when facing Gin, and seemed too serious.

He raised his head slightly and scanned these people around:

"Alex, you have led the intelligence work before, and you are mainly responsible for the reconstruction of the intelligence department...Amb, give him the initial information of the intelligence department."

The members named by Angostura stepped forward a little, waiting to get the documents.

Their current system is still in a state of collapse and full of loopholes, and some materials are still relatively safe in paper or storage disks.

However, Angostella waited for a long time, but did not see the information handed over.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw his teammates leaning against the wall, their heads on fire every now and then...

Everyone felt that the air froze for a moment.

Afterwards, these core members watched helplessly as the serious boss who had just faced them rushed over, took out a knife and threw it at the person's face:

"Amb! I'll let you get the information!"

"...zzz~ I'm sleeping..."

"It's taking materials, not sleeping!"

(End of this chapter)