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

Chapter 273 Black Party-Killing Warning

"Oh, my friend, you are still so impatient."

Chablis looked distressed.

However, this expression only lasted for less than a second, and then it was replaced by a treacherous smugness: "Well, actually I want to arrange some personnel transfers."

Chablis' words successfully made everyone else turn their attention to him.

And then, his words were like a pebble thrown into the water, causing a ripple:
"I want Grappa and Clarette to join your team... that should be okay, right, Gin?"

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are so willing to do this."

Giving him two important members at once...If it were the case in the past when he had a lot of tasks to do, he might have been very happy.

Now...

"I disagree!"

Before Gin finished expressing his opinion, Grappa suddenly slammed the table and stood up, glaring at Chablis: "Chablis, what do you mean by this!"

Grappa's explosion took everyone by surprise.

Even Clarette was startled. Then she noticed Chablis's increasingly weird look and quickly said in a deep voice, "Grappa, what are you doing? Sit down!"

"Shut up, Clarette!"

But Grappa didn't appreciate it at all, instead he yelled at him.

Seeing that his teammates had not made any progress, Clarett's face darkened, he snorted coldly and ignored him.

"Grappa..."

Chablis took a sip of the drink in his glass leisurely, swirled the glass and said, "You are my subordinate now."

There was a warning hidden in his words.

However, Grappa obviously did not have this awareness. He still stared at Chablis and Gin with his eyes wide open. "So what? You have never managed the assets left by Lord Pisco for a single day! You knew it was this guy who killed Lord Pisco, but you still asked me to be his subordinate? Are you humiliating me?"

Grappa's words were shocking.

Gin was also shocked: he had made a wrong judgment before.

This grappa is not 'unusable'...

It's stupid.

Although they could tell from Grappa's words that Grappa was definitely a loyal servant of Pisk...

But the question is, how long has Pisk been dead?
"Oh, Grappa, my friend...what makes you think so?"

Chablis pretended to be surprised, but his fingers had already begun to scratch the table. "It's just that I brought too many people, and I saw that Gin didn't have many people either, so I just wanted to help him out..."

Gin: "..."

Adding more people? It will only make things more troublesome.

At this time, Vermouth silently moved her chair a little to the side.

She doesn't want to be affected.

"Anyway, there's no way I'm going to Gin's place! Clarett, you…"

"I have no objection to Lord Chablis's assignment."

Seeing that Grappa still wanted to drag her into the water, Claretta directly expressed her attitude with a cold face.

Grappa was stunned for a moment, then he started to curse: "Claret! You are such a ruthless guy, I think you have already discussed it with them!"

Clarette glared at him in intolerable pain and quickly moved his chair to the table with the Kir and Chianti.

Seeing this, Grappa's face turned red with anger.

At this time, Chablis stood up, smiling: "Oh, Grappa, so... you want to stay here? As Pisco's surviving relative?"

"So what?"

Grappa is not at all shy in its stare-down with Chablis.

In his heart, only Pisk could be his superior, and everyone else...

"Chabli! Don't forget Lord Pisk's support for you!" He looked at Chabli as if he was a traitor.

"Oh~ Don't worry, I won't forget it." Chablis's expression became sad. He took off his gloves and put his hands on his chest. "I think Lord Pisk will be very happy that he has a subordinate like you..."

"Humph, why would you... Hoo!" Grappa was halfway through his words when he suddenly felt something scratching his neck...

Then he discovered to his horror that he could no longer make any sound.

He could only watch helplessly as a column of bright red water continued to gush out, feeling the warmth, but his body was getting colder and colder...

"... Ho, ho..."

Grapa tried to reach forward and grab something unwillingly, but he could no longer control his strong body and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

The red blood immediately stained the ground...

Finally, he fell in front of Chablis.

"I believe Pisk will be very happy to see you."

Chabli licked the blood from his purple nails, his eyebrows curved, looking like he had done something insignificant.

No one else around showed any change in expression, including Claretta - even though the person who died was a teammate she had been with for many years.

Chablis flexed his withered fingers, turned his head and stared at Gin, with a smile on his face, and wanted to put his hand on his shoulder:
"Oh, my friend, I hope you don't find it too gory..."

'Ding! '

Chablis suddenly felt a flash before his eyes, and then heard a crisp sound.

Looking closely, he saw that it was a black dagger, the blade of which was pressing against his armor blade.

Gin glanced at him sideways, "I would have killed him even if you didn't do it... So, take your claws away."

This madman has razor blades under each of his fingernails. If someone who doesn't know about this were to be put on the shoulder by him like this, they would probably be dead in the next second.

"Alright alright……"

Chabli shrugged and took his hand away. "It's a happy decision then."

"It's up to you... don't be so busy that you cry for your parents."

Gin grinned, revealing his cold teeth.

Although he was grateful to Chablis for taking away most of the mission from him, he still felt sorry for not letting this guy feel the terror of 007.

Just as everyone looked at Grappa's fresh corpse, they fell into silence.

Suddenly, a carefree voice came from the door:
"Hey! Gin, what are you talking about? You look so happy?"

This voice that he hadn't heard for a long time made Gin pause slightly, and then he glanced in the direction of the voice.

He wore sunglasses late at night, a baseball cap on his head that was inconsistent with the style of the organization, and an ordinary dark jacket, just as casual as Vermouth.

——But Biggraf's missionary outfit was much more normal. He looked very close to a normal person, except for the big square bag on his back.

Calvados.

The pigeon that has been missing Gin for several years has finally made a comeback in Japan.

Gin rolled his eyes at this pigeon fan: How can you tell that he is happy?

"You came earlier than I expected..."

Vermouth turned her gaze towards the person who came and smiled sweetly.

"Did you call him back?" Gin raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah... After all, those fish are in Japan now, so there is no need to go to the UK to fish." Vermouth yawned lazily.

But after Calvados came in, they noticed that the other party had dragged someone with him:

"Hey, Bourbon, come in quickly!"

Gin was startled again and continued to look at the door.

Good guy.

This blond, black-skinned guy wearing a jacket...isn't he his long-lost subordinate, Comrade Bourbon?

“What the hell…”

Gin pulled the corner of his mouth subtly.

When it was busy, everyone ran away, but now they are all running back because they are bored... He is really an expert at changing his attitude according to the situation.

(End of this chapter)