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

Chapter 366 I don't know what title to give it, so I'll just call it this

At the ferry.

Ireland stood against the cargo box, looking at the moon which was half covered by clouds in the sky, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Half of this uneasiness comes from my boss who likes to run around and mess around on his own.

Ireland actually knew that Chablis had secretly conducted some investigations in Yokohama before, but she didn't know what Chablis was investigating...

The organization received the news that Shuichi Akai had left Tokyo only after that.

It's just that no one else in the organization knows this except him.

"I hope nothing unexpected happens..."

Ireland sighed and glanced sideways at his companion who was hiding behind a cargo box a few meters away and had already taken out his pistol to start checking. He silently gathered his thoughts, took out his equipment and started checking as well.

They were just waiting for Vermouth's instructions, but they didn't expect the FBI to be so bold and come out directly from their hiding place.

Although, their best strategy was to avoid alerting the enemy before taking full action...

But watching the prey pass by in front of them and having to refrain from taking action is really not in line with the usual style of their organization, especially for a lucrative organization like the FBI.

What's more, they have tolerated these prey for a long time.

...Of course, the main reason was that they were too close, right under their guns, and they were just small fry that had separated from the main force.

If they didn't take these fish, they might as well just write their name in the organization upside down.

And with the head in hand, the members of the organization who took action were in a very good mood...

Only Ireland felt melancholy - the people involved in the action were all quasi-core members brought by Chablis, and he had no control over them at all.

If Ireland were to give orders, it would never let these people act easily and alert the enemy.

In addition, although these quasi-core members have code names, they are still a certain distance away from the core circle: after all, the number of code names is limited. Once the code name is full, the remaining capable members will be given a pseudo code name, such as adding a word before the code name...

If a code name becomes vacant, priority will generally be given to selecting from among those members with pseudo-code names, unless there is someone who is particularly outstanding.

This rule has been in place in the organization for decades - except in Japan, because there is an extreme shortage of people there and anyone with a little ability can be promoted out of turn.

But Ireland, who is not young anymore, finds that these pseudo-code members are extremely bold, completely different from the core members of their generation, and rarely use their brains to think when encountering problems.

Ireland expressed dismay.

Okay, now the grass has been cut, we just have to see if the snake can come out.

"What's wrong Ireland? Sighing."

Vermouth's question came from the radio headset.

Ireland calmed down and said, "Oh, it's okay. I'm just worried that the sniping of those people just now will make the remaining FBI more vigilant..."

"Don't worry about that. Their communications have been intercepted by the Intelligence Department." Vermouth seemed to be listening to something else. "Also, the explosion just now covered up the gunshots, which were not very loud to begin with. Those people in the FBI are not aware of our actions, so they won't be too vigilant."

"Really? That's good."

Ireland relaxed a little, even though he wasn't very nervous to begin with.

In the call channel, Vermouth's voice continued, but she was not asking Ireland:
"Chianti, do you have a good view over there? I'm already outside the dock."

"Oh, Cohen saw your car, I'm OK..."

Ireland:"……"

Did Vermouth forget to turn off the communication with the commander?
"Vermouth, have you forgotten——"

"Ireland! Those FBI guys are taking action!"

Ireland was just about to speak up to remind Vermouth when Gin's urgent voice suddenly sounded in the communication channel.

Before he could say another word, a gunshot rang out from behind him. "Papier! Pull your head back!"

Ireland realized something instantly and immediately yelled at his companion next to him.

Fortunately, although they seemed to have exposed their positions, they could find cover and hide by just moving a little at most.

But the gunshots continued for several times, and Ireland was worried that their own people had been reduced in number...

"Wait! Ireland, what's going on with you guys!?" Vermouth obviously also heard the gunshots, and her tone was anxious and inexplicable.

"...FBI, they took action first." After Ireland finished replying, he immediately turned to the communication station of his people, "Hey! Was there any accident just now?"

"No, it doesn't seem to be aimed at me."

"Me too……"

"Here I am... ah!"

One of the members on the communication line suddenly let out a scream, and at the same time there was a collision sound not far away.

Ireland was shocked: "Hydrak! Are you okay?"

As he called out to the member, several more gunshots were heard from behind the cargo box where they were hiding.

Then, someone cried out in pain in the headset:

"I'm fine! Hiss...it was these damn bastards who broke my arm!"

Ireland:"……"

He was just injured in the arm, so he cried so badly? He thought he was just moderately disabled...

Probably because the communication channels were occupied in an instant, the signal from Vermouth was a bit bad.

However, Ireland could still hear Vermouth's confusion from her intermittent words:
"What are those FBI doing? They... sizzle... the commander hasn't arrived yet, right?"

Ireland also wanted to say that he also wanted to know why, but Gin's next sentence immediately made him lose interest in speaking:

"…Who knows? By the way, Ireland, you are surrounded by them."

"…I am so fucking."

Ireland just wanted to pick up the FBI commander and ask him what he was thinking and whether his head was full of straw.

but……

Even though they were the ones being surrounded, no one was nervous at all. Even the member who was injured just now was cursing at his companions in the communication on the Irish side, vowing to shoot the person who shot him into a sieve...

"Are they all out?" Vermouth suddenly said.

Ireland was stunned for a moment, and was about to stick his head out to take a look, but suddenly he remembered that surveillance seemed to be Gin's job, so he moved to another position, turned his pistol back and fired a few shots at random.

Hearing the faint exclamation from behind the cargo box, Ireland gave a playful sneer.

Just after Vermouth finished asking, Gin continued in his emotionless voice: "No, only most of the B group and a few A group targets came out. Most of the A group targets are still in the bunker."

"Oh? That's not bad...did you hear that, Ireland?"

"Nonsense!" Ireland rolled his eyes, "Tell me, Vermouth, what do you want me to do?"

In the current situation, he is under the greatest pressure... All the FBI guns are pointed at him, how can he not be stressed?

Vermouth smiled and said, "Well, I just want you to take the heat for a while and let the sniper in the inner network help to contain it. The commander-in-chief I hooked up will be here soon."

"When she arrives, the remaining small fish and shrimp will definitely get restless..."

(End of this chapter)