Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 146 Underberg

"Don't you think the scenery here is beautiful?" Stella opened her arms to hug him, looking intoxicated. "Only at such a high altitude can I feel the power of controlling the overall situation..."

"It turns out that you have such low self-esteem that you need a Ferris wheel to improve your status."

Anbu calmly put away his sniper rifle and put on his guitar bag. "I suggest you go to the Himalayas. It's high there."

Stella: “…”

Tsk, his partner is so ruthless.

Stella was speechless for a while, but soon returned to her nonchalant attitude, admiring the scenery outside the window: "Speaking of which, Anbu, I remember you were a partner with Gin before?"

"It's just a temporary team." An Bu leaned against the window with his guitar bag on his back, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. "Although it happened seventeen years ago... he is much more stable than you."

'clang--'

Just as he finished speaking, a flying knife suddenly stabbed into Anbu's face... and the glass window next to him.

Stella, the instigator, smiled and played with another throwing knife in her hand.

"You should know that I hate him, Anbu... He is only one year older than us, but he was appreciated by that adult."

Stella's eyes suddenly changed, revealing a somewhat morbid smile, and she cut her face hard.

Anbu didn't say anything at this time. He just silently pulled the flying knife away from his face and threw it back to him.

After a long silence, Anbu glanced at him strangely with his pale blue eyes: "What are you crazy about?"

Stella laughed softly:
"Just before this mission, I received instructions from that adult... He asked us to be prepared."

Anbu's expression changed.

"What preparation?"

“Ready to go to Japan anytime!”

Stella threw three more throwing knives at the place where Ambu was originally standing - he really didn't mean to throw Ambu, he was just simply venting his anger on the window directly opposite him.

"I, Angostura, have finally come to this day... Do you know how long I have been looking forward to this, Underberg?!" Stella's expression was distorted. "Japan! That gentleman's hometown! Damn it, how could that lowly-born Gin have the goodness to occupy the position of general manager of Japan for nearly twenty years!"

An Bu pulled the flying knife off the window again and threw it back. "Maybe he has a good temper?"

Stella paused in throwing the knife and looked at her partner with a strange look: "If you praise him again, I will prick you up like a hedgehog, do you believe me?"

Anbu gave him a disdainful look: "Praise him? I'm just stating the facts, Captain."

"You don't think that's a compliment?" Stella leaned forward.

"Not really." An Bu said calmly.

"Then try to praise it." Stella fell back into her seat.

Anbu pondered for five seconds: "A beautiful person with a kind heart?"

Stella: “……?”

He gave Anbu a strange look and said, "You might be gay."

Anbu said indifferently: "That's because you don't know how to appreciate beauty... and I'm not interested in men."

Stella shrugged, her expression clearly saying 'I don't believe it'.

"Hurry up and clear the recent pile of tasks. We must be ready to go to Japan at any time."

"I think you are going to usurp the throne..."

"Shut up, Amb!"

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The next day, Tokyo.

The organization's base is located at the border of Beihua Town and Haido.

Gin held a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, and stared at the speakerphone on the table with half-moon eyes.

This mobile phone was a little different from the previous ones, but Gin had just noticed it - it seemed like a new generation, without him noticing.

Because for a period of time he had been using the calendar Noah gave him to keep track of time, and rarely paid attention to the clock with year, month, and day in the company... Now he realized that the time had jumped almost two years!
"Jing, you know what? This is the feeling of a heart attack..." Gin sighed into the phone.

"I don't feel anything. It seems your 'time stop' plan is still effective."

The person on the other end of the line was Jing, who Gin rarely contacted via email. "So, you're calling me from the base, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Gin took a sip of coffee and said, "You underestimate me... If the intranet surveillance is set up, I will never call you even if you kill me."

"Really?" Jing chuckled, "Okay, I have to get busy."

"Okay, hard work."

"Much better than you."

The phone hangs up.

Gin continued to read the newspaper.

The news of the explosion last night has been published, but the report said that the fire was caused by a chemical explosion...

Gin looked a little bewildered: "This shouldn't be the case..."

He had placed so many bombs, but no explosive residue was found? The Tokyo police couldn't be so useless...

The TV on the other side was broadcasting the news at this time:

"Recently, explosions have occurred in many areas of Tokyo. I hope that all residents will pay more attention to fire hazards..."

Gin glanced at the TV, showing no interest in the content, and continued reading the morning paper.

Lie is most interested in explosions and stuff like that, he doesn't worry about anything else.

After reading the newspaper for a while, Gin's phone rang again - it was Vermouth.

Several people have called him to express their condolences today: for example, Piske, who was watching the show, Claret, who came to express his condolences sincerely, and Calvados, who was helping Vermouth fish in the UK...

"Vermouth, what's up?"

"I heard from the boss that Shirley escaped?"

For some reason, Vermouth's voice actually sounded a little happy...

Gin knew what she was thinking from her tone, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "The boss said that it is better to bring her back to the organization if possible, so don't mess around after you come here."

Although he knew that Vermouth was still upset about what happened in the past, Gin still didn't quite understand her train of thought...

Vermouth laughed happily on the other end of the phone: "Don't worry, if Shirley is willing to return to the organization, I won't make things difficult for her...but if she really betrays, you can't blame me."

"Come to think of it, it's really rare to see such a big mistake in your mission. No wonder the boss is so angry."

Gin: "..."

I don't understand, is Vermouth praising him or ridiculing him?
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Rice flower town.

Hiroki Sawada looked at the excited Lie and felt a little helpless:
"Uncle Lie, where are you going?"

"Find the bomb!" Lie hurriedly packed up the necessary items for bomb disposal, and was about to rush out with a sack on his back. "I missed so many explosions recently, I must find it this time!"

"Uncle Lie! Don't forget Xiaolan at noon today——"

Bang!
"…invited us to lunch."

After the door closed, Hiroki uttered the second half of the sentence.

Sawada Hiroki: "..."

I hope Uncle Lie remembers the time.

"Don't worry, Hiroki, Lord Rei will remember it." Noah's voice comforted him from the TV.

"I hope..."

Hiroki sighed.

There have been so many explosions recently... Can't Uncle Lie hope for something good in Beika Town?
Maybe the bombers are closed today?
(By the way, it may be a long time before these two wines appear again...)
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(End of this chapter)