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

Chapter 307 The restless little peripheral
Right now, the FBI is probably paying close attention to the organization's actions, and their current actions may affect the other party's response pattern to their actions.

The organization's current actions are also very clear, with Vermouth, the Thousand-Faced Witch, as the leader, and Gin and Chablis as the assistants to promote the plan -

Vermouth is in the open, trying to attract as much attention from the FBI as possible, and it would be best if the other party thought that her actions were the actions of the organization, and her ultimate goal was the ultimate goal of the organization...

This will lower their vigilance.

The FBI thought that Vermouth and the people under her were fish, so they set up a net to surround them, not knowing that they were the fry and were thus surrounded by the bigger net they had set up.

...This is the most ideal situation.

Before reaching the final step, anything can happen.

In order to reduce the impact of variables on their plans, the unscrupulous boss also deliberately cut down the already small number of tasks - anyway, the operation funds were already sufficient and about to overflow, and the tasks were already few enough, so a little less would not hurt.

On the contrary, the worst situation is that the FBI people predicted their predictions and guessed the words on the basis of organizing a counter-encirclement and suppression...

However, this possibility is too low.

Even if there is...

Gin won't tell anyone else.

Because even if the FBI can achieve counter-encirclement, they will definitely not be able to defeat them... After all, the FBI's base is in the United States. Although they have a strong ability to intervene in Japan, it is not in their own home after all. It is impossible for them to use too many hot weapons, only firearms at most.

On the other hand, they would not care so much. They could use bombs, armed helicopters and the like at will. As long as the location of the arsenal is not discovered, they can do whatever they want.

It’s just that some heavy weapons are hidden in the ravines, so it’s a bit difficult to take them out, but the rest are not too difficult.

Moreover, Gin also believed in the intelligence of Vermouth and Chablis, so it was impossible for him not to think twice, unless he was too careless...

So, he doesn't plan to worry too much.

But at this critical moment, there was actually an outsider who wanted to stir up trouble and kill the police from the Metropolitan Police Department...

Gin won't be in a good mood this time.

The Metropolitan Police Department is the face of the Japanese police. Killing those detectives is tantamount to a provocation.

——That’s all.

The key point is, if the FBI thinks this is related to the organization's actions, they will probably pay special attention to the Metropolitan Police Department and suspect that the organization will continue to attack the police...

With the other party's attention distracted, their plan to catch fish was half-failed.

At present, the FBI must focus its attention on Vermouth. This is why Gin and Chablis gave most of their manpower to Vermouth: by concentrating the bait at one point, the fish fry will gather more closely.

As for other agencies, such as the CIA and other official forces, Gin didn't even mention them because their numbers were too small and they posed no threat.

"I hope that member can behave himself."

After Gin checked a few more emails and replied to them one by one, he thought of the member who was looking for trouble.

He felt that this member was really too vigilant… This was a case that happened a few years ago. The Metropolitan Police Department couldn’t figure it out back then. Do they have the ability to figure it out now?

It would be almost the same if we asked Conan to come along.

Gin felt that if the Metropolitan Police Department alone did this, it would most likely end in failure.

and so……

It would be best if this member could keep a clear head and not take the initiative to cause trouble.

Gin scratched his hair, looked at a strand of silver hair wrapped around his fingertips, and fell into silence. He immediately drank a cup of boiling hot wolfberry water, and continued to write a depressed work report for today and handed it to the unscrupulous boss, ending the day's work.

Although he has handed over many people to Vermouth, the workload is not easy now. The organization is currently in an "emergency preparation" state, and all information is confirmed by multiple parties: for example, Gin's subordinates who work as temporary workers at Vermouth have to report to both Vermouth and Gin at the same time, and if the action overlaps with Chablis, he also has to send a copy to Chablis.

Of course, those who are qualified to send them emails or text messages are members with code names, and small leaders or special talents among the peripheral members.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to keep up with the thousands of messages...

Similarly, when Chablis's men communicated and cooperated with Gin's men during the operation, they also had to submit a report to Gin, and the same went for Vermouth.

So now the number of emails processed every day is almost twice as much as before.

Fortunately, it’s only email.

"At least it's more comfortable than running around..." Gin poured another cup of boiling water into the cup, quickly cooled it down with his own unique method, and then drank it down.

After stretching, Gin was surprised to find that he was not sleepy at all.

Looking at the calendar, he was even more surprised.

Today is May Day.

Gin: “⊙▽⊙!”

Model worker...Labor Day, great!
It's a pity that he has no holiday.

After stretching, Gin tied his hair casually, poured a glass of water, turned off the computer, then walked out of his lounge leisurely and came to the public hall.

The public halls need to be brighter, and...

As this somewhat flawed world jumped in time, the decoration of the base inexplicably became better, as if someone had taken advantage of the time when they were not at the base to help them decorate.

Sitting at a work table in the lounge, Vodka, the conscientious driver, is still working on his own affairs...but using a laptop.

Gin took a closer look at the laptop.

He couldn't remember the day when this thing suddenly appeared in Vodka's hand.

But to be honest... as long as he could ignore this weird time jump, he would feel that his life was getting better and better.

Because everything was moving in the direction he was once familiar with.

I heard that Noah and Xie also developed an online chat software, but unfortunately I didn’t have the chance to try it.

Thinking of this, Gin sighed softly inwardly, then looked at the other person sitting on the sofa in the lounge:

"Still getting used to it, Clarette."

Gin said calmly, taking the water glass and walking to the sofa and sitting down.

However, after he had been talking for a long time, he didn't hear any reaction from the person sitting opposite him - Clarett.

Gin looked up in confusion and found that the girl was staring at his...arm without blinking.

Following his gaze, he looked at himself.

Arms, exposed.

...Oh, by the way, he was still wearing a vest.

...Isn't it just a vest? Why do all the little girls think it's so strange?

Gin put one hand on the back of the sofa and took a sip of wolfberry water with the other hand. His expression remained naturally indifferent, but he was a little confused in his heart.

(End of this chapter)