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

Chapter 353 The Broken Net
Gin was silently mourning for Vermouth in his heart.

On the other side, Vermouth sensed Gin's ill will towards Chablis and couldn't restrain her curiosity:
"Gin, what's the conflict between you and Chablis? When I first saw you and Chablis together, his attitude towards you was a little strange."

The ending tone of Vermouth's last sentence was raised, which had a teasing tone.

Gin was still lying on the bed, playing with a corner of the quilt, "Didn't you ask this question last time? I don't believe you didn't see what Chablis was thinking at all."

This madman started to doubt his loyalty to the organization from the first day we met, which was really annoying.

"But I think Chablis has a good impression of you now." Vermouth probably wanted to improve the relationship between colleagues and increase the comfort of her work environment. "And he is not targeting you now. Can you at least slow down your murderous intentions towards him?"

"Murderous intent? Any?"

Gin turned over and denied the fact that he wanted to kill Chablis.

However, he also realized that he was taking Chablis' affairs a little too seriously, which was not a good thing... After all, Chablis did not target him in any action except for the occasional verbal confrontation.

Chablis also secretly carried out actions that affected gin...

But I didn't expect that Chablis would use Shuichi Akai to turn this sneaky incident upside down so thoroughly.

On the phone, Vermouth laughed twice: "Okay, if there's no one, then there's no one. So... can you help fill the vacancy in Chablis?"

"...Aren't you talking nonsense?" Gin rolled his eyes.

If he doesn't help fill the gap, how can the plan proceed? Whether for his own sake or for the plans of both sides, he has to fill this position.

"You can arrange my people as you like. I have already given them instructions before."

“The problem is that Chablis already has more people than you, and his people are basically ready-made combat forces.” Vermouth’s voice sounded very distressed, “But on your side, not counting Gil, there are only six people including you and Vodka…”

Gin was stunned for a moment, then sat up on the bed, "Six? Are there so many?"

How did Vermouth calculate it?

The voice on the phone suddenly looked a little confused: "What do you call this?"

How miserable is Gin's life?

"If we replace Chablis, there are only four and a half people available." Gin counted on his fingers with Vermouth, "Cohen and Chianti are sniper positions, needless to say, Pino is in the outermost circle to monitor and prevent accidents, so he can only be counted as half, and Claret is mainly responsible for intelligence, so he can be counted as half... I can replace one or two people, so I can barely be counted as one and a half."

"…So, what about vodka?"

"He's the driver, so he doesn't count."

Belmode: "..."

I really want to speak up for Vodka and he is also capable of fighting, but I don't know how to start.

But, after Gin said this, she understood and sighed helplessly: "So actually, the only ones I can arrange in the encirclement are Cohen, Chianti and you, right?"

"correct."

Gin frowned.

After doing the math, he found that he was really "left with nothing", and the only things he could really use were a few cats and dogs.

Gin and Vermouth were silent for a long time and realized the seriousness of the problem - Chablis took away a group of people, and this gap was a bit difficult to fill.

After a long while, Vermouth considered and spoke: "How about I talk to that person and see if we can temporarily transfer some people over?"

"It's better not to." Gin got off the bed, sat at the computer, and quickly hand-drew a stick figure. "This is a special period. If we transfer people from other places, it is very likely to alert the FBI."

"What if we reduce the number of people in the inner circle and put them in the outer circle?"

"That's not necessary. If there aren't enough people in the inner circle, the fish might slip away." Gin rejected Vermouth's two proposals in succession, successfully making the latter give up: "Okay, then what do you say we should do?"

"...I still have a lot of spare explosives here, all of which were saved in the past. No special approval is needed to use them." Gin took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth, "And some equipment is in the warehouse in the port area..."

His words revealed only one meaning:
If we don't have enough manpower, we can make up for it with equipment.

Gin actually had the plan to use a bomb from the beginning, but Vermouth never thought about it... probably because the other party had been active in the United States before.

After all, the United States is the FBI's home base. If they use bombs in their operations, the possibility of being targeted will be much greater.

It seems that Vermouth still hasn't changed her behavior habits. Basically, she won't use explosives if the problem can be solved with guns.

But to be honest, here in Japan... bombs are sometimes much more useful than guns.

As expected, Vermouth first expressed doubts: "Bomb? Is it okay to use something that makes such a loud noise?"

Gin sneered, "This is not America. There is no need to be so restrained, Vermouth."

"...I just thought that this would attract the attention of the police in advance. In my original plan, only one or two police officers would be enough."

"Don't worry, they are just some bombs. They won't affect the overall situation."

Gin said with conviction.

He looked at the simple map he had drawn and drew a few circles in some blind spots: "If you find it difficult, I will help you arrange the bombs, and you only need to be responsible for Chianti and Cohen."

"Ah, that's great."

With Gin's assurance, Vermouth's tone instantly relaxed a lot, "Do you need me to cover for you?"

Gin yawned again: "You don't need to worry about such trivial matters. You only need to be responsible for the fish biting the hook... I will act according to circumstances in the outer circle when the time comes."

"Row……"

Seeing that the matter was resolved satisfactorily, Vermouth wanted to hang up.

But at the end, Gin added: "By the way, remember to report to that person that Chablis failed at the critical moment."

We must always remember to discredit Chablis - discrediting our opponents is to provide convenience for ourselves.

Belmode: "..."

What's the grudge between these two?
Hearing her no response, Gin took it as her consent and hung up the phone happily.

In fact, Chablis' sudden decision to deviate from the plan must have been reported to the unscrupulous boss, but this did not affect Gin and Vermouth's report again, deepening the impression of the unscrupulous boss.

Moreover, the contents of their reports were definitely, without exception, something like 'Chabli discovered Akai Shuichi's whereabouts and decided to follow him secretly'.

Then...

"If anything happens to him, it will be Shuichi Akai's fault."

A cold smile appeared on Gin's face.

Of course, this assumes that no one in Tokyo has actually witnessed Shuichi Akai appear in the hunting ground.

Hmm...but even if it happens, it's not a big deal.

Anyway, it seems that Shuichi Akai and the FBI are bound to take the blame for this.

(End of this chapter)