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

Chapter 270 Black Party - Visitors
The bar at night is full of the breath of life.

But it's still early and there aren't many people in the bar.

The coffee shop opposite had closed. Two young men in shabby clothes wandered outside the store for a while, then left, shaking their heads.

Not long after they left, one black car after another drove into the quiet street. The noise from the engines and the exhaust fumes gave the road a more lively feel.

……

Inside the bar.

Gin took the wine glass and sipped it.

But judging by the steam rising from the cup, this isn't wine...

Looking at the black crumbs settled at the bottom of the cup, you can be sure that this is tea.

Drunk driving is risky, but tea driving is not.

On the side, he was also drinking vodka in small sips.

There was also steam coming out of the cup and crumbs at the bottom of the cup. What he was drinking should be the same as Gin's.

Gin drank the last sip of tea and put the cup down. The bartender who was waiting nearby saw this and immediately came over to take the glass and refilled it with boiling water.

Gin gave the bartender an approving look and took out his cell phone to look at it.

"Ten minutes left."

He had just frowned, but the sound of the engine outside made his expression relax slightly.

Fortunately, not all of them have to come.

'Dingling~'

The outer door of the bar was pushed open, and the only bartender in the bar, who was waiting at the gin table, hurriedly came forward and said respectfully: "My three lords, what can I do for you?"

"One Kir... and one Korn and one Chianti."

"OK, just a second."

The bartender responded respectfully again, returned to the bar, and began to make the drinks the three people requested.

This bar is one of the organization's bases. It is very small and usually no members come here to hand over tasks.

And today, this bar is about to reach its peak in Klang.

"...Kil, Cohen, Chianti." Gin glanced at them, "Find a seat."

He felt a little sad inside - why were his subordinates the only ones who arrived on time?

A flock of pigeons!
"Yes."

The three people who came in answered in unison, and then sat down at a table behind Gin, which just filled up the table.

There was still obvious makeup on Kil's face, but she had changed her clothes and was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a black women's windbreaker.

Chianti and Cohen were still dressed in normal work clothes, each carrying a rectangular backpack on their backs.

After the three of them sat down, seeing that Gin didn't say anything, they also didn't say anything. After the food they ordered came, they didn't move either. They just stared at themselves at the table in a daze.

It is a custom to enter a bar and order a drink to indicate that you are a core member. This is also like an identity card. The bartenders will judge whether you are a member of the organization based on this...but tonight is an exception.

After serving the wine, the bartender continued to stand between the two tables - he didn't know how many drinks he would have to mix tonight.

There was silence in the bar.

Just as the hour hand was about to reach 10, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open roughly, and a rough and sharp male voice rang out:

"Hey! A glass of Grappa!"

The bartender who was about to greet him was stunned by the loud shout, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Ah, okay..." This shout must have been 100 decibels...

The gentle female voice that followed was very refreshing: "Claret, thank you."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The bartender responded respectfully and returned to the bar.

Gin looked towards the door, ignored the burly man in front of him who was staring at him with a bad look, and nodded to the brown-haired woman behind him.

Claret and Grappa, two of Pisco's former subordinates...

He had commanded the former for a period of time and also helped find an undercover agent. Later, after Pisco was shot by him, Clarett also had a phone call with Gin, which left a deep impression on Gin.

The latter... If Gin didn't mix up the members' information, Grappa should be a sniper, the same as Cohen and Chianti.

Just looking at the look in the other person's eyes, he was probably one of Pisk's close confidants, and was probably still brooding over the fact that he killed Pisk.

Gin calmly drank his tea and silently labeled Grappa as "useless".

In the organization, you express your love and hate so obviously, I don’t know how you are still alive.

"Master Gin, long time no see." Clarett walked up and greeted Gin with a faint smile on his face under Grappa's very dissatisfied look.

"Just over a month, Clarette... Where are the Chablis?"

Gin continued to drink his tea and asked casually, without any airs or coldness.

Generally speaking, when there is no mission, he is relatively kind in front of his own people, especially his subordinates.

"Well...we don't know where Lord Chablis is." Claret laughed bitterly, "He just told the two of us to gather here at 10 o'clock in the evening, but didn't say what to do..."

Since Chablis took over, she and Grappa and other people who originally belonged to Pisco's faction seemed to have been forgotten, and they didn't even see Chablis.

Today was the first time they received instructions from their new boss.

"...Tsk, that guy."

Gin narrowed his eyes and raised his chin, "Sit down, don't stand."

"Yes."

Claret nodded, dragged the reluctant Grapa to sit next to Kiel and the others, greeted them, and looked at Kiel with a hint of vigilance.

After the wine she ordered came up, she picked up her own and looked at the three people beside her who had not touched their glasses at all, with some confusion in her eyes:
"Why don't you drink?"

"Driving here."

Kiel, Cohen and Chianti answered briefly and in unison.

Clarette: “?”

She looked at her wine glass in silence.

She also drove here... But does this have anything to do with not drinking? Could it be that these people all get drunk after one glass of wine?
Kiel looked at Clarette who was staring at them in confusion, then looked at Gin's back and whispered:
"Master Gin said that you can't drink and drive, and you can't drive after drinking, otherwise it will easily increase the risk of traffic accidents..."

Although she was full of resentment towards the organization and Gin, it had to be said that Gin was indeed very good at risk control.

Clarette's face suddenly understood. "That's it..."

Since this is Lord Gin's teaching...then why don't she just not drink it?

Only Grappa snorted disdainfully after hearing what Kir said, looked at Gin with disgust in his eyes, and continued to gulp down his drink.

And their words never escaped Gin's ears.

His eyelids twitched.

Very good, it seems that his group rules can be fully implemented today.

(End of this chapter)