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

Chapter 316 Chablis: Have mercy on me, my dear friend!

"The harbor docks have narrow alleys and many containers, so it's easy to hide there, but there's a lack of cover at high points."

On a tall building.

Gin held up an ultra-high-power telescope as a telescope, observing the terrain of the dock.

After taking a quick look around, he looked away and made a note in his little notebook.

After a quick comparison, Gin discovered with emotion that the good things are usually saved for the end.

At present, it seems that only the port area is suitable for ambush... but this is only relatively speaking, and it is still far from Gin's psychological expectations.

But there was no other way. Gin thought that the best location was to find a place in the mountains. The FBI would surround them in one circle, and they would surround them in another circle outside. Besides, it was easier to fight guerrilla warfare in the mountains...

Maybe because he had watched too many guerrilla movies, Gin would occasionally imagine himself leading a group of people to fight guerrilla warfare against the FBI...

"Forget it, this pier is pretty good."

Gin muttered again, took out his phone and sent a text message to Vermouth and Chablis.

I wonder if there are better locations in Vermouth and Chablis.

This mission was supposed to be Vermouth's job, but...

Isn't this guy guarding in Beika Town?
Moreover, finding a suitable location would definitely take a certain amount of time and manpower, so Gin and Chablis had to take on the task, while Vermouth continued to stay in Beika Town, accepting FBI surveillance while counter-monitoring the FBI.

Of course, after Gin and Chablis have finished their investigation, Vermouth will also do some reconnaissance - choose a few good places to visit and take a group of tails for a walk.

Then let these tails choose their own graveyard...

"It's so miserable."

Gin pretended to shed a crocodile tear.

…but not a single drop.

After sending the text message, Gin hummed "Counting Ducks" and prepared to go downstairs in a normal way and take a walk around the pier.

Because it was still broad daylight, he couldn't jump on top of the containers at the dock. He could only watch from a distance. To get the specific details, he had to take a low-key walk around first to get the results.

When Gin got into the car and was about to start it, his cell phone suddenly rang.

When I took it out, I saw that the caller was from a familiar number - Chablis's number.

Gin frowned and pressed the answer button. Before he could ask what the other party wanted to do, Chablis's screams pierced his eardrums like a sharp arrow:

"Gin! My friend, have pity on poor Chablis! My dear friend!"

"Oh my friend, why aren't you talking? I know you're there! You just texted me..."

"Damn God! Gin, my friend, I need your help..."

Gin: "..."

Little brother, why are you so fat?

Gin wanted to ask Chablis what was wrong with him, but he saw that Chablis was already a little crazy, and was afraid that if he provoked him again, he would jump into the river, so he could only say indifferently:
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't howl at me."

The first time Chablis called him, he almost lost hearing in his left ear.

Hearing Gin's voice, Chablis calmed down a little, "Oh, my friend! I knew you wouldn't abandon me..."

"……Bye."

"Hey, hey, hey! No, no! I'll tell you, I'll tell you." Seeing that if he hesitated any longer, he might lose the chance to ask for help, Chablis quickly got to the point, "Don't I have to visit thirteen places today? Oh, Gin, you may not know, I've only inspected seven..."

Gin raised his eyebrows, but his eyelids were still drooping: "Then you're pretty fast." He glanced at the time. It was only one fifty, not even two o'clock.

However, Chablis said in a resentful tone: "Oh, it's not fast at all! You have to know that I went out before five o'clock today..."

Gin fell silent after hearing this.

Hiss… before five o’clock, more than eight hours, and I’ve been to seven places…

Tsk tsk tsk, Chablis is so miserable.

"So? You called me just to complain, didn't you?" Gin took out a lemon candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth to chew, making a 'crunch', 'crunch' sound.

"I was thinking..." Chablis paused, "Wait, my friend, what are you eating?"

Gin stopped chewing for a moment: "...lemon candy."

This Chablis has a pretty good ear?
"wait……"

Chablis said this hastily and suddenly fell silent.

Gin waited for a while in confusion, and then he heard a "clack clack" sound coming from the other end of the phone.

"..."

Oh my god, are you going to get some candy?
Gin remembered that the last time a group of people had a meeting at the base, Chablis also had a bag of lemon candies in his pocket, and his eyes twitched twice.

"...Gin, you know what, this stuff is really refreshing." Chablis was probably stimulated by the sour taste of lemon, and his voice became more normal. "Well, actually I want to ask...my friend, are you willing to help me check the remaining six spots?"

Gin: "..."

He knew that Chablis' call to him was not a good thing.

So, Gin did a simple math problem and rolled his eyes, "I've already dealt with four here, and you give me six more... So you still have three less than me?"

"Oh~ Aren't you done running now?"

Gin didn't want to take this order for nothing, so he said coldly, "Give me a reason... You seem to be free now, right?"

"That's true, but I'm going to have afternoon tea later... I thought I could finish it before three o'clock." Chablis seemed to sigh.

Gin snorted, "Then I have no obligation to take on a task that you clearly have time to complete."

Did Chablis think he was a philanthropist? He was targeting him all day and expected me to do things for him?
There are no doors.

After saying that, Gin took the phone away from his ear and was about to press the hang-up button.

But at this moment, Chablis laughed:
"Oh, my friend... you don't want to see anything happen to 'Pino', do you?"

Gin paused and his pupils shrank slightly.

This guy……

"Let me guess, which one of you is Pinot or Tequila?" Chablis seemed to be laughing happily on the other end of the phone. "Hey, Gin, why don't you say anything?"

"Haha." Gin sneered twice, "Why, what do you want to do to them?"

As he said this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it seems that it was just Chablis who was sick again... But how did this guy think that there was something wrong with these two people? Could it be that he didn't invite these two people because he was afraid of trouble?
What a headache.

"Ah? Are you agreeing?" Chablis pretended to be surprised and then laughed, "How about you help me investigate those places and I'll keep it a secret for you? It's a good deal, right?"

(End of this chapter)