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

"I think you've got me wrong, Stella."

Gin could feel that Angostura actually had the idea of ​​cleaning up those remaining FBI forces.

It's just that he smiled coldly, "I didn't say to take action against those who slipped through the net, but...it's impossible for us not to be prepared to guard against those people."

"Don't forget, the FBI has help now."

Gin added, "It's hard to guarantee that the FBI has reached an agreement with those masked people, maybe they will disclose the things about the organization's headquarters to the masked people... In case they take advantage of the chaos in Europe and attack us, We can’t just sit back and take no precautions.”

"... That's true." Angostella couldn't refute this point.

He is still thinking about the fact that the group of masked men blew up the base...

Up to now, the real criminal has not been caught, and it has not been found out who leaked the clues of the base.

Angostella had suspected gin before, but in this case, he couldn't find any connection between gin and this matter.

Moreover, Gin was quite active in cleaning up the FBI and the masked man, Angostella almost doubted his own judgment.

Angostella thought about it, and also felt that the FBI and those masked people would counterattack them with a certain probability, but he still didn't understand: "Why are you so sure?"

This is a puzzle, why does Gin believe that the FBI and the masked people will definitely attack them like a guarantee.

Although in his words, he was only inferring, but Angostella heard that Gin was sure that the FBI would definitely make small moves.

Hearing this question, Qin Jiu swallowed a mouthful of potato chips, with a serious expression on his face, and opened his mouth to compose a long essay about his grievances and grievances with the FBI...

"Wait! You'd better stop talking." Angostella suddenly stopped with a feeling, waved his hand, and continued to eat spicy noodles, "Anyway, if a confrontation really breaks out, you are responsible for explaining it to the boss."

Qin Jiu clicked his tongue, swallowed the story he had just made up in disappointment, and said calmly: "Don't worry, the boss won't blame us... You should know the truth of 'you will not be subject to military orders abroad'."

Unscrupulous bosses are probably too busy in Europe, so there is no time to take care of them.

Even if the headquarters at the back blocked this...

Who will have the final say in the organization in the future is uncertain.

"People other than the FBI, you'd better pay attention." Gin put away the remaining snacks, leaving only a pack of unopened potato chips on the table, "Although the people from the CIA and SIS have nothing There are direct threats, but there are also potential hidden dangers."

Angostella glared suddenly, "Hey! Are you talking to your boss? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"...Yes, yes, yes." Qin Jiu rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to care about this bastard who had convulsions from time to time, "I'm leaving if I have nothing to do."

"You should go, and get rid of the remaining half of the dishonest guys!"

Gin shrugged his shoulders as a response, and stepped out of the bar door with his silver hair tossing.

The Porsche on the side of the road had been waiting for him for a long time, Gin Jiu opened the door of the back seat and got in directly.

"...Brother, brother, where are we going?"

in the driver's seat.

Vodka was apparently taken aback by the 'pop-up' gin.

However, because of the sound of the door opening, he was not too frightened, but his speech was a bit stuck.

But what is rare is that Gin did not quickly decide on their next destination. Instead, he took out the tablet and swiped twice, looked at the map, and said without raising his head: "Find a hidden place to stop , this place is too sunny."

He was used to the treacherous days and weather by now.

With the instructions of his elder brother, even if there is no clear destination, Vodka has a goal, starts the car, and drives steadily towards the nearest old park...

Gin was sitting in the car, busy all the time.

First, send text messages to some idle members, such as Cohen, Chianti, and Belmode, and ask them to help clean up the mission objectives.

Combined with the current situation, he also specially reminded Belmode to pay attention to safety, but he only got a ruthless '? 'Reply.

But after a while, Belmode sent another text message:
[I was exposed?Or are you exposed? ——VM]

Gin quickly typed and replied: [I guess it's about the nearest, hold on, don't waste your time——Gin]

[? ? ?
Wait, you better explain to me what's going on? ——VM]

[Stella called me over today... He is currently investigating the five-star group, but he has not made much progress. You have also seen the message sent by that unscrupulous thing. He is mainly testing my reaction to this matter.The affairs of the headquarters would not be disclosed to us logically, especially the suspicious character of the boss... Either the situation in Europe is more tense than I expected, or that guy wants to take advantage of this opportunity, Eliminate more outliers.

But no matter what the situation is, this is an excellent opportunity. There is chaos in Europe, and the boss has no chance to extend his hand here. The organization is likely to take action in the near future.

Make or break it. ——Gin]

Editing such a long paragraph took some time.

It took a minute or two for Bellmode to reply.

[Are you sure there is no problem? ——VM]

[Don't worry, I can't die. ——Gin]

[? ? ?Forget it, as long as you have a plan, when did you change the habit of texting? ——VM]

[Last time Xie got me a signal jammer... Also, I'm worried about bugs. ——Gin]

Finally, after sending a text message, Qin Jiu checked the time and found that it was almost time.

"Vodka, drive south."

"Huh?" Vodka was still thinking about how long it would stay under the shade of the tree, when he heard Gin's order, "Brother, where are you going?"

"...You drive first."

Gin opened the map again, glanced at it, and began to report, "Stop near Sanchome Nine Street, Toriya Town, no more than 5 minutes;
Stop at No. 217 Kuboto-cho 2-chome, just a minute or two;
And the Nishitama area..."

Vodka almost didn't remember the series of place names.

In the end, although he remembered it, he still wondered why he had to stay in these unremarkable places.

But after all, it was my elder brother's idea, and it would definitely not be wrong to obey, so Vodka didn't ask much.

Of course, these place names in Gin Wine News are not aimless.

He read it from a text message from an unknown number on his mobile phone.

"The FBI people are still not happy enough..."

Gin turned off the screen of his phone, looked at the sunny and vibrant urban environment outside the window, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Need to put more pressure on the FBI, so they have to fight desperately.

——These locations from unknown numbers, without exception.

It's all hiding places for some small fry.