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

Tokyo.

Tonight is a cold winter night.

The moon in the night sky is exceptionally bright and clear, and the moon is shining like a moon. The cool light brings a little bit of warmth to the people at night...but it is actually just a psychological effect.

Gin wore an eternal black windbreaker, pressed the black politeness on his head, and walked out of the Porsche with vodka.

"Coordinate positioning, North District, Chianti, Cohen, go to Changji Street to find a place to ambush."

"Zi~ yes..."

The instant messaging signal was a bit bad, but Gin didn't take it to heart.

After hearing the accurate responses from Chianti and Cohen on the channel, he temporarily turned off the walkie-talkie.

It is now more than three hours before midnight.

The current location of Gin is not on the ruins of the base that was bombed before—there were some old abandoned buildings on the base, which collapsed because of the bombing of the base, but due to the impressive efficiency of the official work, the place It has not been cleared up to now, and the ruins are still ruins, but the police have withdrawn the fence.

He is still relatively close to the edge, looking at the moon in the sky, thinking for a while, and making a call.

"Ireland, where are you from?" Gin kept a cold voice, taking care of the itinerary of someone he hadn't known for a long time.

Ireland is still his subordinate now, but he seems to have not talked to him for a long time, which is indeed a bit unkind.

Maybe Angostella paid more attention than him.

Ireland hadn't received a call from Gin for a long time, and his voice sounded a bit surprised, "I'm here in Toyama County...do you have any mission?"

"...What are you doing there?" Gin paused, "Did you receive an email from the boss before?"

On the phone, Ireland's rough voice paused for a few seconds, as if thinking about which question to answer first.

"My...boss's email? Oh, it's about Europe? Don't worry, I acted very carefully and never revealed my identity." After a short pause, "I'm here in Toyama County, as usual. Look for those missing people... Chablis and Bourbon should not be in the hands of the police, I don't believe they will disappear without a sound."

Gin looked deeply, "I want to open some Irish, what if they just died?"

"..." Ireland was choked, and it took him a long time to recover, "That's not going to die..."

"Maybe it was dragged to cremation, or thrown into the sea to feed the sharks... and it's been so long that it rotted in one place."

Ireland:"……"

How does it feel like Gin is secretly warning him about something?

Ireland actually knew that his insistence on finding Chablis and Bourbon had caused some people's dissatisfaction, and even the boss had some opinions on him.

But he didn't quite understand that the person who was going to find Chabli and the others was also the boss...

But in the end he really tried his best to find it, but the boss secretly told him not to do it again...

Maybe Gin is now in disguise to remind him?
"...Okay, I get it." Ireland sighed, "I'll go around Toyama and go back."

Listening to this sad and helpless voice, a colon popped up on Gin's forehead: Is this guy from Ireland imagining something?

Thinking for two seconds, to no avail.

Qin Jiu decided to give up thinking, "There is no need to come back."

Ireland: "... what?"

"Tomorrow, you may be able to visit Shizuoka, which is in Yokohama." Gin's voice was inexplicable, with some strange emotions, "Maybe you will find something special."

"...?!"

Ireland on the other end of the phone was shocked.

But before he could speak, Gin unceremoniously cut off the phone. I guess Ireland was still a little confused.

Afterwards, Gin called again to greet the tequila that had been stocked for many years.

Hearing the sound of the other party weeping with joy, Qin Jiu felt a little unnatural...

To be reasonable, he really didn't intend to throw Tequila so far away, but it's really such a worry-free thing to do.

Gin even changed the fund submission point to his own people before, and this guy still diligently handed over the money from extortion on time-in other words, to understand simply, the money that originally belonged to the organization was taken away by Tequila Handed over to the five-star group.

Although Tequila himself doesn't know about it, Gin still thinks he is a very useful tool man.

After solemnly promising on the phone that he would raise the position of the other party after a while, Gin Jiu hung up the phone again.

Neither person was notified of the emergency operation.

It seems that Angostella realized something and was on guard... Maybe even Kiel didn't receive the news?

Gin thought over and over again, but in the end he didn't make another phone call to confirm the matter.

"It's a pity, so what if we are on guard?"

Gin let out several joyful laughter from the bottom of his heart.

How should I put it, the situation this time is, in a sense, very similar to that of the "anti-FBI siege campaign" led by Chablis.

Of course it is not exactly the same, the only difference is that the bait has changed from the FBI as a whole to Hideichi Akai as an individual, plus the entire five-star group.

But this time, the members of the organization were also dispersed, and the situation in Europe made many members feel restless.

During this period of time, Angostella probably cleaned up a lot of restless little bugs...

In a sense, the organization fell into the same pit twice.

Well……

It seems that he still dug it?
"No, what does it have to do with me?" Qin Jiu suddenly realized that his thoughts were dangerous, and hurriedly threw all the random thoughts out of his mind.

He is a loyal minister of the organization, how could he dig a hole for the organization?

Gin began to brainwash himself.

Holding the vodka on the electronic tablet next to him, he looked up at his elder brother from time to time, hesitating to speak.

His elder brother seems to have some symptoms again... Shall I take out the medicine I prepared?
"...Brother, what shall we do now?"

However, considering the side effects of those drugs, Vodka did not take out the drugs in the end.

"Wait."

Gin sneered with a lollipop in his mouth, "It's still a while before midnight... just wait, Tokyo will definitely be lively in a while."

He believed that Angostura must have his own countermeasures, but the latter would definitely not tell him.

As for the Metropolitan Police Department... He also made arrangements for Matsuda Jinping.

of course.

All these things, vodka is completely in the cloud, and I can't figure it out at all.

He only knows one thing:

"Brother, are we really going to fight the FBI this time?"

Vodka is worried.

Gin smiled, "FBI? No, it doesn't have to be the FBI, maybe it's just Hideichi Akai."

Vodka's sunglasses shook twice, and he asked his real worry: "But, aren't we undercover?"

Gin: "..."

Bastard, don't say such an important thing directly!
He finally forgot about it! !