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

Chapter 688 The Confused Angostura
Angostella hadn't closed her eyes all day and all night.

Because we all know that staying up late hurts the body, so...

He chose to stay overnight.

Of course, compared to staying up late, staying up all night is definitely not recommended, after all, it is easy to die suddenly.

"Ah!"

After witnessing Anderberg delivering three heads in a row, Angostella finally couldn't help but want to scold, but coincidentally, at this time, he didn't know who was talking about him, forcing him to scold for no reason. Cursed out, but sneezed.

Then he began to scold:
"Amb! Are you brain twitching? From yesterday afternoon to now, are you interested?! Count how many times I pulled you up!"

As he spoke, he slapped the table hard.

Anderberg looked at him coolly, "I don't remember, but I just wanted to fulfill your wish of becoming a medical soldier."

"...Go aside!"

In a rage, Angostella used awm to explode three enemy dog ​​heads.

Tsk, if only this gun was so easy to use in reality.

He and Anderberger are not very suitable for heavy sniping, and they prefer light guns...but they are also limited by distance.

So if there is any unforeseen situation, they usually carry one type of sniper rifle each.

——Of course, it refers to reality, not a game.

"You stayed up all night again?"

Noticing that his teammates were a little more irritable than normal, Anderberg made a reasonable guess.

He is the kind who goes to bed at the right time, but his teammates don't have the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and since arriving in Japan, it has become worse, and it is common to go out at night.

It can only be said that migrant workers, migrant workers, and migrant workers in wineries are not human...

"Isn't that right, I always feel that something is going to happen." Angostella tried to search the enemies on the map with wide eyes, trying to find someone alive to take a few shots to vent, "And it will definitely not be a good thing !"

Anderberg stared blankly at the screen, nodded, "Indeed... because you are going to die."

Angostura was stunned: "...What?"

As soon as the question word popped out, the character he was manipulating immediately let out a scream, and then fell to the ground with green smoke, instantly turning into a box.

"..."

Afterwards, Anderberg, who had lost his teammate, stopped giving away the head and shot the sniper from a long distance away.

Finally, he took out a grenade and went to his teammate's body box, opened the safety, and counted down five seconds——

Just listen to the sound of 'pong', after the smoke.

The box on the ground became two.

Looking at the two boxes, Angostella was silent for a long time, then threw the phone away, "Garbage games, dogs don't play! Go to bed, go to sleep..."

Anderberg glanced at his watch: "Don't you eat? You should not have eaten for almost ten hours."

Gollum~
Someone's stomach growled inappropriately.

The dreary hall was even more dreary.

"...Tsk."

Angostella smacked her lips, "Then you can pack a meal for me, preferably steak and salad."

"it is good."

Anderberger's promise was very brief, and he didn't procrastinate at all. He changed his clothes and took his bag and went out, as if he knew that time was running out...

In fact, he is aware of the annoyance of his teammates, but he can't help much in making action decisions.

Angostella watched his teammates go out, fell on the sofa, and took a nap first.

He received a message from Belmode last night, saying that he was going to Osaka...

He found out by insinuating...or he asked directly, and after learning that the other party's actions were inspired by Gin, the originally clear part of his thinking was twisted into a ball of wool.

——Actually, there is nothing important in Osaka, that is, to withdraw some money from the rich man of the organization. The boss has explained this matter very early and asked him to send someone to hand it over.

...But the problem is, he didn't tell Gin.

Even though Gin has been in charge of Japan for such a long time, it is normal to know that one of the 'owners' of the organization is in Osaka, but Angostella still thinks there is something wrong with it.

Why does Gin know the specific trading time?And let Belmode go to Osaka... to monitor the transaction?

Although there is nothing wrong with such an understanding, it is too far-fetched.

And it was at this juncture that Belmode, who had a close relationship with the boss, was sent out of Tokyo...

The idea of ​​'tune the tiger away from the mountain' inexplicably popped into Angostella's mind.

But, he also knew that Belmode was definitely not that 'tiger', at best she was a fool who was tricked and abducted by Gin by some means—at least in the eyes of Gin and Angostella, she was A silly white sweet.

Just a little fierce sometimes.

"By the way, that Ireland is not in Tokyo either..."

Angostura suddenly opened his eyes and got up from the sofa.

Not only Ireland, but also Tequila, who never appeared in Tokyo from the beginning to the end, but the latter's actions have always been relatively transparent, and he also has records here. The other party seems to have been busy running for the organization to collect money...

"It's not unusual for Pino to form a team with Grenz during this time... Although Kiel's performance is not satisfactory at times, I can't tell what's wrong..."

"...Tch! Clarett seems to be more normal." Angostella gasped, "Oh, and those snipers, this time I followed one to Osaka."

Very good, the sniper here -1.

Sure enough, whenever these people were evaluated, the conclusion was that 'there is definitely something wrong with Gin'.

Angostura glanced at the current time.

Both his people and Belmode went to Osaka tonight, but it will take at least two days before they can return after completing the handover, and during these two days, their defenses in Tokyo will drop to the extreme, which is also his concern origin.

"Could it be that Gin knew that something was going to happen and sent people away on purpose?"

If the fish in the stinking ditch knew that they were short of manpower these two days, would the other party fight back desperately?
Angostura narrowed her eyes.

He remembered that Gin seemed to be particularly looking forward to dealing with those stinky fish, and seemed to have a certain degree of confidence that those stinky fish would fight back...

Think darkly.

... Wouldn't Gin deliberately release the news to let those stinky fish hit him?
Thinking of this, Angostella's expression became a little subtle.

It doesn't seem like this is impossible...

No, he has to do some extra countermeasures!

Just do it.

Angostella immediately opened the mailboxes of the computer and mobile phone, and sent double emails to her own people - except for skipping all the people who originally had contact with Gin Wine.

He did this just in case the worst happens and prevents him from being helpless.

Unexpectedly.

A phone call at night completely confused him...

(End of this chapter)