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

Chapter 206 Crisis Resolved
Beside the villa, in the dense forest.

Gin suddenly sneezed without any warning.

Chablis, who was staring at the door bored, turned his head and said with false concern: "Oh! My friend, you are not catching a cold, are you?"

“…Aiming at your head!”

Gin glared up at the tree.

After failing to beat someone up just now, this guy said nearly a hundred sentences in just three minutes... He was really bored.

But then again, who is it that keeps nagging about him?
Maybe it's because of the 'qi', Gin has never caught a cold or gotten sick, but he also has a mysterious sequelae - that is, he will sneeze when someone mentions him.

"Oh~ You are so heartless, Gin." Chablis showed an aggrieved expression.

But Gin turned his face away, not wanting to look at him at all:

Although Chablis has an uncle face, he is indeed very charming and handsome in a sense...

Europeans become more attractive as they get older.

But when an uncle showed such an aggrieved expression, Gin really wanted to slap him in the face and tell him to look normal. He is not Vodka, so who is he showing his aggrieved expression to?

(Vodka, far away in Tokyo, sneezed, too.)
Seeing that Gin ignored him, Chablis aimed at each visible window to see if there was anyone inside who could serve as a target for him: "By the way, Gin, what's the going on in there?"

"I don't know. They didn't go back to where they came from. They seemed to be searching every room."

Gin continued to listen to the noise in his headphones.

"What about the injured one?"

Chablis was concerned about his first kill.

"How should I know?" Gin glanced at him coldly, "He probably went to find medical supplies to bandage it."

Chabli smacked his lips in regret. "Oh, why didn't I know that I should have taken away all the medical supplies last time? Otherwise, he might have bled to death."

"hehe."

Gin sneered, "You should reflect on why you didn't just beat him to death."

"You can't blame me for this." Chablis turned his head and excused himself righteously, "It's just that the vision from this position is too poor, and I was aiming at the heart, but he turned around suddenly, and I didn't even hit the lungs."

"If I were you, I would aim for his head." Gin applied coldly.

If he had fired that shot just now, he would definitely not have missed.

"Oh, my friend!" Chablis shouted exaggeratedly, shaking his head like a rattle, "It's really not beautiful to hit the head. If it explodes, the brain inside will stain my dear 'Finny's' eyes..."

Gin: "..."

Killing a person is so particular, how casual is it in the UK?

"Whatever you want." Gin looked away.

He was just being sarcastic, nothing else meant.

Suddenly, Chablis was surprised: "Oh! Look what I found?"

Gin's eyes fixed, and he looked at the direction Chablis was aiming with the telescope, his heart twitching slightly:
The people in that room include Mao Lilan!

"Wow, the wounded man is also here... one, three, four, great harvest!"

Chablis licked the corner of his mouth.

Three women and a wounded person... Even if his aiming speed is a little slow, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with the two women.

The one in my hand couldn't be moved, so it was easy to solve it.

In the room, the three women first talked to each other for a while, put the one in their hands on the bed, and then one of the curly-haired women went out again. Only a short-haired maid and a long-haired young girl were left in the room.

"Well... let's have the guests first then."

Two people are still standing at the door talking, basically serving as targets for him.

Given the choice between the two, Chablis chose the girl with horns in her hair.

Gin glanced at Chablis calmly, his hand already in his pocket, holding a small blade.

He was wondering if it was worth killing Chablis for Mao Lilan...

Because killing Chablis at this time is equivalent to exposing himself. While hesitating, Gin's phone suddenly rang.

The ringing of the bell briefly diverted Chablis' attention and he looked towards him.

Gin took out his phone, glanced at the garbled text on it, and said to Chablis, "You continue."

Then picked up the phone:

"Boss, what are your orders?"

After hearing what Gin said, Chablis pointed the gun at the girl in the room again.

The head is not good and affects the appearance.

The neck is not good either, it doesn’t die gracefully enough…

Sure enough, the heart is the best.

Chablis raised his lips, his finger already on the trigger:

"Yes, boss, I understand."

Gin hung up the phone calmly at this time and looked at Chablis calmly: "Chablis, the boss said that as long as the holder is cleared, the others don't need to be taken care of."

"Ok?"

Chabli paused, his eyes still on the target girl's heart, and turned his head away in dissatisfaction: "Why?"

"The boss said that among these people there is the son of the Japanese warning director, so give him a favor." Gin said calmly.

"The son of the Chief of Police?" Chablis was stunned and curled his lips. "He's a policeman's son. We shouldn't be afraid of him, right?"

Gin looked at Chablis with a half-smile: "This is the boss's order."

"……Yes Yes."

Chabli glanced at the girl who had walked into the blind spot of his sight and secretly said what a pity: He was so close, he almost could have gotten the first blood.

However, since it was the boss's order, there was nothing he could do but obey.

Soon, Chablis recovered from his loss and continued to sweep the other visible rooms, "By the way, where is the holder?"

"Wait a moment……"

Gin covered his ears and pretended to listen quietly.

"He's still in the restaurant now. He'll come out sooner or later."

"Okay...By the way, you still haven't told me which one that person was from before?"

"An old man. You probably didn't see him just now." Gin took out another candy. "Anyway, it's the oldest one. You'll know when they come out... These people can't stay in the annex forever."

"makes sense."

Chablis looked at Gin, "Give me another one! Lemon flavor."

"Just coffee and milk, if you want it."

"If you want to..."

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"Where have you seen those two organizations? Tell me quickly!"

Villa restaurant.

Maybe the sudden excitement scared Qianjian Jiangdai, "Well, I haven't actually met their members. They have been communicating with me through emails all along."

"Then how do they know you're here?"

Conan's expression was a little scary, as if he had taken drugs, and his eyes were full of stubbornness.

When Kuroba Kaito saw him like this, he naturally knew why.

But he felt the vibrating phone in his pocket, and while Conan was questioning Chikan Kyoudai, he secretly left the restaurant, ran to the corner and quickly answered the phone:
"Hey Noah, what's wrong?"

[Good news, Master Gin has just lifted the cleanup operation on you...]
(End of this chapter)