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

Chapter 669 Underberger's Problem Record

When gin dictates vodka for a 'drive'.

Let's turn the picture to the bar he left earlier.

There were only two people left in the bar.

Angostella tore open the last packet of potato chips that Gin had left on the table and started harassing his teammates.

"Amb! Wake up!"

His method of harassment is very simple, that is, he keeps rubbing the torn plastic bag against the ear of the other party.

The sound of 'thrilling, stabling' will give goosebumps after listening to it for a long time...

This way of calling the bed is really cruel.

But Angostella didn't have the self-awareness that she was cruel, and was still rubbing plastic hard.

Seeing that his teammates were still lying on the table like dead pigs, he had to use a unique trick:

"Hey! Ambu, if you don't get up again, I'll give you all the potato chips, believe it or not?"

The voice just fell.

The potato chips in his hand disappeared instantly.

Angostella was stunned, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at Anderberg who was holding potato chips and started to eat speechlessly, "Tsk, have you never slept in your last life? You can sleep like this?"

"...you're disturbing my hearing."

Underburger stuffed a piece of potato chips into his mouth expressionlessly, and pointed to his ear.

He had a small earphone plugged into his ear.

"Oh——" Angostella protracted the end of the sound, with a strange expression, "Are you listening to English reading and listening? CET-[-] or CET-[-]?"

Anderberg replied calmly: "Special eight."

Angostura: "..."

"You won't forget your mother tongue after staying in Japan for a few years, will you?"

"No, I'm listening to Japanese listening comprehension."

"A Japanese listening comprehension level eight??"

"Now there is." Anderberg was very confident.

Angostella, who was choked hard, chose to refuse to continue to fight with his teammates. He quickly snatched a piece of potato chips from the tiger's mouth and threw it into his mouth. He chewed and said, "How do you hear? What's wrong? ?"

"no problem."

Anderberger took off his earphones, took out the recording pen from his pocket and put it on the table, with a blank expression on his face, "Gin's hostility towards the FBI and the masked men tentatively named 'Five-Star Group' does not seem to be fake, caution and vigilance seem to be It's all sincere."

"……Gone?"

"Gone."

After receiving the affirmative answer from his teammates, Angostella stuck it on the table like a frustrated ball, and muttered softly: "Sure enough, this method of testing is not reliable...but where is he from?"

Anderberg looked at his depressed teammate, thought for a while, and suggested, "Let Grenz go to hypnosis?"

"Tch! If he can hypnotize that guy Gin, believe it or not?" Angostella rolled his eyes, expressing his speechlessness at this bad idea, "Forget it, Gin is an old fox too. This kind of simple temptation is probably useless...It's a pity, it would be great if we could try to find out which group he is from."

"Could it be that he just wants to leave the organization?" Anderberg continued to speculate.

This time Angostella didn't deny him, but just smacked his lips, with an inexplicable tone: "If he wants to leave the organization, do you think he will be the same as those little fish and shrimp who can't stay in the organization?

It is impossible for Gin to be like those people. If he wanted to escape, he would bring a sum of money or information as his bargaining chip, or take nothing and fly away, thinking that the organization would never find them again.

If I were Gin, if I wanted to leave the organization, I would first find a way to kill the vitality around me, and then wait until the time is right... huh? "

As Angostella spoke, her face became more and more strange, and finally stopped directly.

wait, shouldn't it be...

"Stella?"

Seeing the sudden silence of his teammates, Anderberg tilted his head in doubt.

Has his teammate started to be a riddle too?
"...Oh, it's nothing." Angostella recovered, but did not continue to make assumptions, and asked calmly, "What else?"

Underburger tilted his head to the other side, "What?"

"Well, Curly Teddy, is there anything wrong with him?"

"His name is not Curly Teddy, his name is Spartan."

Underburger corrected a wrong answer, even if it was corrected, it was still wrong, but he himself didn't realize it. "He has no problem, but when he mentioned the police, he seemed a little excited."

Angostella touched his chin, thinking of a possibility: "Could it be that he might be an undercover agent sent by the police?"

Anderberg gnawed on the potato chips, "Why can't he want to be an undercover police officer? If he was an undercover police officer, when you mentioned that 'there may be information about masked people in the police', he would not necessarily refuse. simply."

"All right, all right, let's just pretend that what you said makes sense." Angostella leaned back on the chair sadly, with potato chips in one hand and a wine glass in the other, "You have to put away this recorder, I will continue when I get back listen."

"Okay." Anderberg responded simply, and then took out a notebook, "Stella, I think I need to remind you."

"Go ahead."

"We are not monolithic internally, you need to be more careful." Anderberg's unwavering voice revealed a little earnestness, "Alexis has been working with Claret and Kiel for a long time due to mission reasons. The latter two were originally powerful subordinates of Gin, especially Claret, who highly respected Gin;
It needs to be considered that if Gin rebels, Claret will follow the other party and lead Alexe astray.

And, after Keir was rescued by us from the FBI, her condition was far worse than before... During the period of being under the supervision of Grenz, she showed some unconfidence in some issues and to some extent, and this performance did not It's not obvious. If it wasn't for Grenz's proficiency in human nature and his sensitivity to changes in people's emotions, he might not be able to detect it. "

After a short pause, Anderberg looked at his loveless teammates and continued:

"Also, Grenz deliberately concealed certain aspects.

When summarizing the last campaign against the FBI, he not only expressed his annoyance at not catching the 'silver bullet', but also some fanaticism when he heard the 'mask man'...

Although there is some gap in strength between him and 'Silver Bullet' Akai Shuichi, the other party still has a burden. Grenz shouldn't lose him, presumably there must be something to hide. "

Underburger's notebook is full of records about the organization's current problems.

"No more?" Angostella glanced at his notebook.

I saw Anderberger pause and turn the page, "There are more."

Angostella closed her eyes in despair, "It's numb, why didn't you Temiao tell me this in the base?"

"I'm afraid of bugs."

"...You think this is gone, don't you?"

Angostella got a black thread on his head and took out a throwing knife.

The reflection of the blade flashed in front of Anderberg...

'Boom~'

The bartender standing at the bar fell on the counter, with his head resting on the table, and the tip of the knife pierced the back of his head.

With just one glance, one knew that this person was definitely hopeless.

Angostella withdrew her hand, "Okay, you can continue talking, speak quickly, and give me a good time."

"it is good."

Anderberg nodded, and speeded up his speech in a good manner:
"Besides Grenz, Pino also has a lot of problems. Judging from his historical data, he is basically an intelligence agent with little presence in the gin team, and rarely participates in actual hands-on operations...but he was transferred. After that, he participated in more tasks obviously, and the reason is open to question.”

"And Ireland, which often uses the excuse of looking for traces of Chablis..."

"The tequila that has never appeared in Tokyo..."

"Bermode, who appears to be firmly on the side of Gin..."

After being bombarded by a bunch of news, Angostella sadly looked up at the chandelier at a 45-degree angle.

Well, he knows that every one of his 'insiders' has evil intentions, so don't say any more...

It took a long time before Angostella let out a sigh:
"There are not many loyal ministers like me in the organization."

Underburger, "..."

You can show some face.

(End of this chapter)