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

Chapter 351: Chablis

Since Gil has his own concerns, it would be difficult for Vermouth to tie him up like a mummy...

She felt a little disappointed inside, but she quickly adjusted her mood.

"In that case... I'll make you a disguise mask."

Vermouth also realized that Gil probably wanted to disfigure his face beyond recognition so that no one else could recognize him as the female host.

but.

Vermouth carefully examined Gil's face and figure, "Sure enough, the image of the Black Witch doesn't quite suit you."

Kiel: “…”

Logically speaking, the place she was going to this time should be a costume party, right? Is it necessary to be as strict as selecting actors for a movie?

Fortunately, Vermouth was not that demanding. After helping her design the mask, she asked Kiehl to remove the panda makeup.

Just wait for Vermouth to finish making the mask and then send it over.

"My job is to monitor the other tourists on that ship, right?"

Finally freed from the torture of witch makeup, Kir breathed a sigh of relief. While cleaning the makeup on his face, he checked with Vermouth again.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ve prepared some surprises for them. Someone should reveal their true identity under the mask…” Vermouth raised her index finger in front of Kiel’s eyes. “When that happens, Kiel, I’ll need you to help me write down the names of those people.”

“Understand… is that all?” Kiel blinked.

This task was too simple and easy for her...

But to be honest, she hoped that she could participate in the arrangements against the FBI rather than just being a logistics support like she is now.

There were some inside stories that she needed to figure out, such as why the FBI suddenly targeted the organization this time? Did they get some intelligence that the CIA didn't have?
These are all things she'd better understand.

“Well, of course it’s more than that.” Vermouth smiled. “I have already arranged the time for setting up the gifts. It will also take some time to open the gifts. Gil, you must read the script I sent you carefully and don’t let those times be advanced or delayed too much.”

"I see."

Kiel nodded solemnly, but he couldn't hide his disappointment.

After all this time, she is still a logistics person...

After cleaning up the makeup scene, Kil took his things, said goodbye to Vermouth, and left the Shinchu Clinic.

Now Vermouth is the only one left in the clinic.

She tidied up the lounge a little, sat at the table, turned on the computer, and frowned.

Sure enough, something is wrong...

"What is Shuichi Akai doing in Yokohama?" Vermouth took another look at the information email that Gin sent him in the afternoon, and had a bad feeling.

But to be fair, Shuichi Akai's absence should be a good thing for their actions.

But there is one question that still lingers in Vermouth's mind:
What exactly does the FBI want to do?
So far, everything has been going too smoothly: just as they expected, after she had deployed her men, the FBI agents moved in like sharks smelling blood, and a small portion of the encirclement had been set up.

It is estimated that Shuichi Akai's absence has affected the efficiency of the FBI.

Vermouth, who had targeted the FBI, felt that there was something wrong.

"If it wasn't for the drug data leak, what would have made the FBI go to Japan and target us?"

Ever since Vermouth asked Gin last time, she has been suspicious that there might be some villain behind this.

"...Speaking of which, how did Gin deal with that member last time?" She opened the draft box interface of the email.

There was an email in it that she wanted to ask Gin how he solved the problem of the assassination of a police officer last time. But then Vermouth thought about it and felt that this might involve Gin's privacy, so she didn't ask.

After hesitating for a while, Vermouth shook her head and decided to first determine the personnel arrangements - this work has to be repeated almost every day, the purpose is to prevent the people below from making mistakes.

It was just after midnight.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang...

Vermouth paused, took out two mobile phones from her pocket, then she placed the silent one on the table and pressed the answer button on the ringing phone:

"What's wrong, Chablis? You're calling me so late."

"Oh~ I'm so sorry to bother you so late, dear Miss Vermouth... I didn't disturb your sleep, did I? If so, please accept Chablis' apology..."

On the phone, Chablis' voice was gentlemanly, elegant... and long-winded.

Even though Vermouth usually likes to chat with Gin before talking on the phone, she couldn't stand it when talking on the phone with Chablis - their chattering is completely of the same nature.

Therefore, Vermouth decisively ignored these flattering greetings and said, "Okay, Chablis, let's talk about it. I won't rest so early in this situation."

"Then I'm relieved... It's like this, Miss Vermouth. I think I may not be able to catch up with the plan in three days..."

Chablis' tone was a little weak when he said this.

Vermouth raised his eyebrows, "What happened?"

Is there some sudden action by the FBI? Or...

Chablis coughed, "Well... Actually, I made a little discovery in Yokohama."

Vermouth was startled: "Yokohama? You're not talking about Akai Shuichi, are you?"

"Ah~ I knew that you, Miss Vermouth, also knew about this~" Chablis' tone suddenly became floating, "I have heard about this in the organization for a long time. I heard that this Akai Shuichi has extraordinary skills and amazing strength. Everyone has to be on guard against him... So I want to compete with him~"

Belmode: "..."

Is Chablis a cow or a horse?
So, what was going on in Yokohama that she didn't know about? Even the top FBI agent had to go there to investigate, and now Chablis had to follow...

It's hard not to wonder if the FBI is behind some conspiracy.

…But.

...Autumn bean sack.

"Then you go after that 'Silver Bullet'. What about our outer encirclement?" Vermouth's face darkened instantly. "Let the intelligence department keep a close eye on Akai Shuichi's movements. Why are you joining in the fun?"

Her tone was somewhat aggressive.

But this was not her problem. It had already been determined that the people from Chablis were the main force in this campaign against the FBI...

"Ah, well, I think we can ask someone from Gin's side to take over~"

Chabli's voice faded again. "Although there are fewer people on his side, if it is just to make up for the half of the people I took away, it should be enough..."

"…How many people did you take away?"

"Um... excluding me and Graf, eight people?"

Belmode: "..."

What a joke! Even if we bring Gin here as a laborer, he can't fill the vacancies of these eight people!

(End of this chapter)