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

Chapter 275 Black Party - Fishing
"Just tell me the information, Dubonette."

Gin threw the documents on the table with a 'pia' sound.

He didn't want to waste his time arranging and combining such raw data.

"I feel so too."

Vermouth followed and said that she didn't want to bother thinking about it either.

Only Chabli stared at the information for a few minutes, trying to analyze it...but his eyes turned into mosquito coils.

"Ah~ Mr. Dubonnet, as expected, you should just speak directly. I believe that no one who comes here today will reveal the secret."

Chablis also threw the documents aside and slumped down in the chair.

But what he said made Gin's eyes flash with a cold light, and he closed his eyes.

Dubonette had no objection. He naturally put away the scattered information and said, "In that case, I will orally tell you the information. I hope... that this information will not be leaked to others."

When he said this, Dubonnet suddenly glanced at Gin:
"You, should be Master Gin?"

"…If you have something to say, just say it."

Gin slowly raised his eyelids and directed his cold gaze at the other person.

He didn't give off any coldness or murderous intent, but just his gaze made Dubonnet feel uneasy...

However, Dubonette's expression remained unchanged: "I just want to remind you... According to statistics, the number of traitors you have eliminated is almost 60% of the entire organization, and the people around you are likely to have problems."

"It's really hard for you to give such a detailed count." Gin's eyes swept towards Chablis inconspicuously, and then lowered his eyes again.

"No, this is just my duty."

Dubonnet pushed his glasses up on his nose.

Vermouth on the side frowned slightly, glanced at Gin, and continued to remain silent.

"My intelligence this time is related to the FBI's operations."

When it came to the point, everyone pricked up their ears.

"Based on the information provided by several adults, we conducted a joint investigation with intelligence agencies in the United States and determined that the FBI had carried out a large-scale personnel deployment operation."

"According to statistics, the FBI has dispatched no less than three teams... and judging from the situation in Tokyo, many bases have been under their surveillance."

At this point, Dubonnet looked at Gin again and said, "According to our judgment, the information about the location of our base was most likely leaked by the member who betrayed the organization, Shuichi Akai."

Gin gave him a cold look in response.

What? You want to bring up the past with him?

Even the unscrupulous boss didn't dare to throw the blame for Shuichi Akai's crime on him, so he wanted to see how brave the second director of the Intelligence Department was.

However, it seemed that Dubonnet just took a casual look and did not blame Gin.

However, the expressions of the others varied when they heard the name 'Akai Shuichi'.

The two with more obvious changes are Bourbon, whose face is full of resentment; and Vermouth, whose expression is a little fearful.

The rest of the people were either curious, confused... or expressionless.

Dubonnet took in their expressions calmly, "With the help of the three adults, we have confirmed that there are signs of FBI activity near the recent organization's actions... The target is clear, they are targeting the organization."

"Ah~Are you sure?"

Vermouth raised her beautiful eyebrows, "I found that at least a dozen people were staring at me." "...Well, I think it was probably your previous activities in the United States that attracted their special attention." Dubonnet pushed his glasses, "And if I may be frank, Lord Vermouth, the FBI probably already knows that you can disguise yourself as anyone."

"This is inevitable." Vermouth smiled, "If they didn't know, I would be worried about how to get them to take the bait."

Hearing this, Dubonette bowed and said, "Lord Vermouth is willing to step forward and serve as bait. I admire you very much. It saves us a lot of work."

Vermouth's eyes lit up: "Oh? Is there a bonus?"

She felt a little poor.

Dubonnet was stunned for a moment, his glasses reflecting a confused light: Strange, his information... didn't include the fact that Vermouth loves money?

Chablis looked at Vermouth thoughtfully: So this beloved lady likes money...

There was some surprise in Gin's eyes: When did Vermouth become like her?

Belmode faced several people's complicated looks: "..."

Is it strange that she wants a bonus? These ignorant men!
"...Well, there will definitely be a bonus based on your contribution."

Dubonnet casually skipped over the bonus issue. "At present, the FBI's targeted actions are already very obvious... I will have someone sort out the specific information about the FBI's personnel and send it to you in paper form. In addition, I need to seek your opinions on the next course of action..."

"What else do you want to say about this? Mr. Dubonnet, I suggest that everyone just knock on the door."

Chablis tapped the table with a smile, "These small fish are so blatantly running wild in our territory, why not catch them all at once and steam them..."

"Sustainable development." Gin began to express his opinion at this time, glancing at Chablis, "Catch half, and the rest will grow up and reproduce small fish... If you catch them all, what will you eat in the future?"

"Can we try a different flavor later? Maybe there will be crabs in the back?"

Chablis smiled.

Vermouth had a different opinion, "I think braised is better."

Her eyes glanced towards Gin.

Gin has a lot of bombs, we can find a way to get some...

Gin looked at Vermouth expressionlessly and saw the greed in her eyes.

He suspected that the woman wanted to steal his bomb.

But from the perspective of cooking alone, he still likes to eat steamed fish...Osmanthus fish tastes good.

"No matter how much we get, we have to gather them together." Gin looked at Dubonnet, "These FBI should be scattered around, right?"

"Yes, just as Master Gin said."

Dubonnet took out a list from a folder. "According to current statistics, although most of these people are in Tokyo, their specific locations are basically in every chome and every urban area. We currently have no good way to gather them together."

"The targets are scattered. If we use point-to-point sniping, it will easily alert the remaining people, making it more difficult for us to sniper later..."

"We know this." Vermouth took a sip of her own drink, her eyes full of interest, "Gin, do you have any ideas?"

"off the shelf."

Gin looked at Vermouth, "Aren't those people staring at you?"

"But that's only a small part..."

"Simple." Gin glanced at Chablis and smiled grimly, "Just affect more people."

(End of this chapter)