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

London, England.

"Boss! This is probably the enemy's trick, you can't believe it!"

The housekeeper with a vicissitudes of life looked at the person in front of him, his tone full of anxiety.

The old man in front of him put down his phone with slightly trembling hands, and his eyes were a little dazed by the stimulation of the surrounding screen.

"It's not a trick."

The old man looked thin and weak, but his voice was still full of energy. After turning off the surrounding display screens, his eyes looked very sharp, not like an old man at all, "It's really unexpected that the little fish who fled back then knew this. Kind of a secret."

This is where the headquarters of the organization is located.

But few people know where this place is...

Even the old man himself sometimes forgets where he is, and sometimes he needs to look at a map to remember it because he hasn't stepped out of this territory for decades.

"But the boss!"

The housekeeper, who was much younger than the old man, was a little anxious, "Think about it, that guy has never come into contact with the core secrets of the organization... How could he suddenly know something after two years of leaving the organization? This is probably a fraud!"

The old man picked up the cane beside him, stood up slowly, and said with a sneer, "I'm afraid? No, there must be fraud!"

He punched the floor hard twice, his voice might sound a little panting because of excitement:
"However, I can't tolerate any mistakes! That secret... must not be leaked!"

There was a hot light in the old eyes.

He knew very well that the call from that person could never be the FBI's intention... There is another force behind it!
Perhaps, it is those masked people who never dare to really show their faces.

What's more, the other party didn't even bother to play tricks this time, and directly threatened him with his most important secret - this was a conspiracy.

If he doesn't agree to the other party's request, the secrets he has cherished all along may really be made public, at least in front of those from MI[-] and the FBI...

Driven by interests, the situation may not be as simple as the current small fights.

If it is not done well, a war may really break out...

And when the real national war machine appears, these foundations of the organization will be slightly insignificant, and whether it can still exist at that time is a big problem.

He also has no doubt that there must be the eyeliner of that mask organization here in Europe.

...oh, maybe they should be called the 'five-star group'?
' What a strange name. 'When the old man knew the name of this organization, he also had this idea.

Of course, on the surface, in order to keep the secret, he will act as those people want, but that doesn't mean he can't play tricks secretly.

And the butler seemed to know the importance of 'secret', and immediately became distressed, "Then, boss, what should we do now?

If it continues to drag on, those people from MI[-] will definitely find something is wrong, and the headquarters will be in danger of falling..."

"Call up."

"...Call, who to call?"

"Angostra." The old man read out a code name slowly, his eyes calm, "tell him what those people want, and let him find a way to deal with it."

Those people must know that what mi6 is attacking now is not their real headquarters, so they dare to make such a request.

The housekeeper was stunned: "Is it okay to leave it over there...?"

The old man looked calmly:

"Let that side try to delay it as much as possible, and then let this side transfer resources as soon as possible.

If you really can't wait, let those people go to the south, I believe they will be interested in the old man. "

He paused, "You are the person I trust the most, don't let me down."

The butler's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head:
"Yes! As ordered."

He couldn't restrain his heartbeat.

The meaning of the boss couldn't be more obvious: those members in Japan were treated as abandoned sons, and their only value was in exchange for the vitality of the organization.

Even if the housekeeper felt that it was unnecessary, but... he couldn't understand this person's character very well.

Can……

'That's all the hard work of the organization! '

When the housekeeper dialed the phone, his heart was still bleeding.

Although there are not many members in Japan, the proportion of elites is much higher than here in Europe, because the environment here, except for those who come out of the training ground, is too comfortable for others...

The butler's mental activity didn't take long, and the phone was already connected.

He immediately turned on the voice changer, adjusted his voice to something similar to synthesis, and reluctantly gave an order: "Angostella, there is one thing I need you to do..."

When he was on the phone, the old man stood quietly beside him, motionless, like a stubborn clay sculpture.

……

Japan, Tokyo, underground base.

Angostella listened to the content on the phone, with no expression on her face, she just clenched the hand holding the phone tightly, with veins showing on the back of her hand.

The person on the other side of the phone didn't know if he noticed his slightly heavy breathing, and he paused, "Is there any question?"

"...No, no." Angostella took a deep breath, "Follow your order, boss."

"Hmm..." The voice on the other end of the phone showed a little satisfaction, "I believe you can handle everything well, don't let me down, Angostella."

"Yes."

The last 'yes' was almost suppressed by the urge to get mad.

When the call ended, Angostella simply dropped the phone.

And because of too much force, the whole phone fell apart, and even the chip fell out-fortunately, this is a spare phone.

It broke and got a new one.

Anderberg came up silently to pick up the debris on the ground, threw it into the trash can, and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"tonight."

Angostura was rarely expressionless, "At midnight, go to the North District to negotiate."

"with who?"

"Shuichi Akai."

……

Mihua Town [-]-chome, in a certain villa.

Akai Shuichi slowly put down the phone, watching the originally bright screen turn into a mess of characters.

——This is Noah's protection measure for his mobile phone information.

Of course, Akai Shuichi also knew that now he might have no secrets in front of the five-star team.

He put the phone on the table, only to find that his hands were sweating a little.

"I said so, is it really useful?" Akai Shuichi was still a little skeptical.

He looked at the note lying quietly in the other hand:
[Crow family, I already know the Palace of Eternal Life you are looking for, and your crimes are buried underground in Yingri... On behalf of my power, I declare to you that at midnight, on the ruins of the northern district of Tokyo, make a deal with me Otherwise, the Palace of Eternal Life will be revealed to the world.

From now on, if you continue with your plans for mi6, you will also lose everything you currently have.

How to choose is up to you. I believe that you will make the right choice for the sake of the Karasuma family.

Mouse tail juice. 】

Akai Hideichi directly passed Noah, and called the headquarters, the boss's private phone.

Except for the last idiom...it should be an idiom, which is a bit inexplicable, the rest of the content is very clear.

Akai Shuichi didn't quite understand part of the content, but the blatant threat was prominent.

So Akai Hideichi was very worried from the moment he got the note - the organization that would not accept the soft and hard will really compromise and negotiate with them because of the contents of this note?
Akai Shuichi was really skeptical.

Of course, apart from this, he was also worried about——

If the boss really compromised.

Then he probably has nothing to do... After all, the organization's anger is absolutely concentrated on him.