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

Chapter 326: Disposal of Violators - Concealment
This time, nothing unexpected happened when Vermouth went to get the car.

She successfully sent her beloved little angel to the door of her home, and after watching her go upstairs safely, she drove away with peace of mind.

As for the garden...

The second daughter of the Suzuki Group was selectively forgotten by Vermouth.

After leaving, Vermouth first returned to the newly ordained mansion, ignoring those stalkers who thought they were well disguised in the dark but were actually sneaky in her eyes. After removing her disguise, she stayed in a guest room and started to make a phone call.

But her face didn't look very good throughout the whole process.

Soon the call was connected:
"what's up?"

"There was a little accident... one of the few baits I was looking for was shot."

Vermouth smoked a cigarette depressedly.

There was silence on the other end of the phone. "Bait? You mean those policemen?"

"Yes, I originally wanted to use them to properly distract the FBI's attention, so that my plan would be more perfect." Vermouth said melancholy, "As a result, a policeman was shot today, and he hasn't woken up yet."

"…The FBI won't pin every case on us."

"...Then here comes the question." Bellmore rubbed his frowning brows, "What if the policeman was shot right next to me?"

Telephone:"……"

There was silence for a while before the voice on the other end continued: "Someone was shot near you?"

Vermouth could clearly hear the absurdity in his tone, and said helplessly: "Yeah... However, the police investigating the case seem to have some clues, which may be related to the re-investigation of an old case. Anyway, this matter is a bit sudden, I will tell you first, once the police find the murderer, everything should be fine."

Vermouth briefly recounted what had happened.

"I'm afraid not." The tone of the person on the other end of the phone was a little sad. "If they really find it, there's a high probability that something will happen."

Vermouth was stunned: "What do you mean?"

The cold voice was slightly angry:
"Just a few days ago, a member of one of my squads told me that he had a plan against the police..."

"The reason this guy wanted to take action was that he accidentally heard that a case he had committed in the past was being reinvestigated."

Belmode: "..."

My goodness, after going back for so long, the murderer who disrupted his plan turned out to be one of his own?

This time, Vermouth was even more angry:

"Gin, would you even agree to such an outrageous action proposal?"

No wonder Gin's voice sounded wrong when he said he wanted to involve the police!

However, Gin's voice turned cold on the phone: "I warned him not to act on his own. This is his own doing. What does it have to do with me?"

"That means you don't control your subordinates well."

Vermouth is now very confident.

Since the problem was with Gin, she couldn't be blamed for it anyway - Gin had to take the blame.

Gin was silent on the other end of the phone.

This seems to be really his fault...

After a while, the deep voice sounded again: "I asked Vodka to contact the members who had contact with that person. They all said that the other party had a special mission today. It should be this person."

"So are we going to get rid of this guy?"

Vermouth frowned.

She felt that if this matter was not handled properly, it might make subsequent developments difficult...

If this person is just an ordinary murderer, it would be easy to deal with. Once he is caught and his identity is clear, the FBI will naturally not be too vigilant.

The worst thing is, this person is actually a member of the organization...although he is just a low-level member.

If the other party acted on his own at such a critical moment, according to the organization's norms and requirements, he could only send someone to see Marx.

but……

With Yang's arrival, there was a suspicion that they were using him to deal with the police and then silence them. What would the FBI think?
Vermouth doesn't know, because human hearts are too complicated. Fishing is so difficult, I would not have fished if I had known...

Vermouth's face was filled with sorrow.

Suddenly, she thought of a question:
Why would the organization bother to deal with the FBI?

Because all the actions taken by the FBI after coming to Japan seem to be targeting the organization...

Monitor their bases and track the members of the organization, just like what the organization is doing to the FBI now. It seems that the FBI also intended to catch them all in one fell swoop at the beginning.

Can……

why?
Vermouth suddenly fell into deep thought.

It seems that their organization hasn't done anything outrageous recently, right?
What on earth is wrong with the FBI for coming here to arm wrestle with them?
If it was a grudge, it seemed that it was only between Akai Shuichi and her and Gin. This kind of thing was also a personal behavior, and there weren't that many people tracking her at the beginning...

What benefit can the FBI gain by taking such a high-profile approach to the organization?
The more she thought about it, the more Vermouth felt something was wrong, as if she had overlooked some key point.

"…Is it that kind of medicine?"

"Vermouth, you should——"

"Gin, who knew about that drug at the beginning?"

Vermouth suddenly interrupted Gin.

"…Why are you asking this?" Gin paused. "There should be a lot to say. The people who know the ultimate purpose of the drug in Japan are me, Shirley, and Pisco. In the United States, it's you and Rum. In Europe..."

"What about Shuichi Akai? Is it possible that he knows the organization's research secrets?" Vermouth narrowed her eyes.

"Tsk, impossible."

"Oh my~ How can you be so sure?"

"Nonsense, I have long suspected that he has problems."

Belmode: "..."

Gin's sense of smell for traitors seems to be as sharp as ever.

However, this aroused Belmode's curiosity again: "Then why didn't you catch him earlier?"

If she had been caught earlier, she wouldn't have had to be shot.

"Boss is optimistic about him, what can I do?"

Gin's tone sounded a little depressed, and in Vermouth's opinion, this was a sign of helplessness, "Why did you mention that traitor again?"

"No, I just think the FBI's action was a bit too sudden. I don't understand what the benefit of doing this is." Vermouth frowned, but she didn't have any taboos at all.

"Humph... who knows what those guys are thinking."

The tone on the phone seemed disdainful.

Vermouth thought for a while, but to no avail, she brought up the important topic at hand: "By the way, what did you want to ask me just now?"

Gin: "..."

So sister, you still remember what I was about to ask you.

"You didn't tell Chablis about this, did you?"

Gin's voice suddenly became deep.

Vermouth raised her eyebrows, "Of course... What, are you going to keep it a secret?"

"If you keep it secret from him, I can help solve this problem." Gin's voice revealed a hint of weirdness, "If you tell him... then he will solve it."

Vermouth did not respond for a moment.

half an hour.

She raised the corners of her mouth, "Although I don't know what's going on between you and Chablis... Well, I'll leave it to you."

(End of this chapter)