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

Chapter 367 Shirley, why are you so calm?
Ireland rolled his eyes again as he listened to what Vermouth said.

Isn't this something that can be explained by simply saying "delaying time"?

"I'll do my best." Ireland fired two more shots into the back blind, "but you better hurry up, or I might get killed by these clownfish."

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll be there soon.” Vermouth paused, “By the way, Calvados, don’t forget that you are also on the intranet. If necessary, help me order a few…”

Ireland was silent for a moment: "... Belmode, did you forget to separate the two channels of communication?"

He had been meaning to ask that a minute ago.

"...Ah, it seems so. Sorry."

Over there, Vermouth probably also discovered her mistake.

After saying this, Ireland finally stopped hearing her voice commanding the sniper.

He listened to the noise behind him and whispered the situation to others.

The two rows of cargo boxes nearby were basically the only place they could hide...

and……

"Delay them? Ireland, you are too cowardly. Just go out and confront them head on!"

"Pegola, what nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you hear Hydrak say he was injured just now!"

"That was his own carelessness! This useless guy, we can still kill these people without him..."

"I'm useless? Oh! Kajipot, I hope you'll be swarmed by those people when you get out!"

"Hydrak, do you want to fight?"

"Ha! If I weren't injured, I would go over and beat you up right now."

"If*ck..."

The chat channel was very lively, full of laughter and chatter, and from time to time there was the sound of bullets from both sides as background music. Everything seemed so harmonious...

"What a ghost!"

Ireland held his forehead.

That guy Made Chablis used himself as a model when he selected his subordinates! And Graf!

He couldn't stand it any longer and growled in the communication channel: "Stop arguing! There are only seven of us here, and there are more than ten or twenty people outside. Whoever can do it can do it by himself!"

After hearing Ireland's shout, everyone fell silent instantly.

——It has to be said that Ireland’s deterrence is the most outstanding in the organization.

Some people who were trying to rush over and confront the FBI head-on also fell silent, but no one refuted.

In fact, they are just talking big. Anyone with a little bit of common sense will know that rushing out when being suppressed by firepower is tantamount to becoming a target.

unless……

"Snapped--"

A sound several times louder than the pistol completely drowned out the sound of the pistol.

Ireland was stunned for a moment, then he heard the voice in the headset and grinned, "Well done, Calvados!"

The FBI agents surrounding them were even slower than the Irish in their response:
"Sniper! It's their sniper! Disperse!"

Ireland's ears moved and he immediately determined the location of the person who was speaking.

He suddenly revealed half of his body from behind the cargo box, and without even looking to see if there was anyone in front of him, he fired the remaining few bullets in the direction of the sound, then flipped back to the cargo box and replaced the magazine with a new one.

"Take care of one... then there should be seventeen left."

Ireland listened calmly to the movements behind him. As long as the rhythm was maintained and the three snipers were not exposed, if the FBI did not have any strange ideas, then they could completely withstand the current firepower.

But the fish in the dark have not been hooked out yet. Once they come out, the pressure they face will be much greater...if there is no peripheral arrangement.

"Five snipers plus a gin, can these people drink a pot?" Ireland changed the magazine and moved to another position along the cargo box, muttering softly, "Can Vermouth be faster..."

……

Outside the pier.

Vermouth continued to drive slowly and steadily.

She was sure that the FBI didn't know the location of their snipers, whether they were in the inner circle or the outer circle...

The only person who worried her was Shuichi Akai, who went to Yokohama again, and Chablis followed him. This time, Vermouth was in a very relaxed mood.

Because judging from her many years of experience fighting against the FBI in the United States, the FBI people have always been rather arrogant, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are reckless, except for the exception Shuichi Akai.

So apart from being shocked for a moment after hearing the gunshot, Vermouth quickly regained her composure.

If anyone is anxious, it should be the little fish fry at the back.

but.

Vermouth turned to look at Huibara Ai, who was concentrating on the direction of the port. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she stared at Shinichi and said coldly in her original voice: "Shirley, you are not worried at all."

Huihara Ai rolled her eyes and asked, "What are you worried about?"

"..."

Vermouth was stunned for a moment, "Those people who have a good relationship with you are all on that ship."

"Oh, but you shouldn't have put anything weird on that cruise ship, right?" Huihara Ai remained calm. "I'm more worried about the FBI."

"FBI? That's right, you should recognize that man." Vermouth suddenly laughed, "Oh, you don't think the FBI can save you, do you? The man who has the ability to take you away, Akai Shuichi, is not in Tokyo now."

She remembered that Shirley's sister had a close relationship with that man.

But she didn't expect that after hearing this, Haibara Ai's face instantly turned as cold as Gin's, "Akai Shuichi? The liar who cheated on my sister's feelings!"

I don’t know what’s so good about that man. He has completely seduced my sister.

Haibara Ai immediately started to feel guilty in her heart, and a very childish murderous aura unconsciously emanated from her.

Belmode: "..."

He couldn't accept this.

Even so, Shirley didn't stand with the FBI? Is she really so calm that she has nothing to lose?
Vermouth suddenly hesitated about killing Shirley.

But after a long time, she decided to get rid of Haibara Ai before her true identity was exposed - that kind of medicine must never be released again!
Suddenly, Vermouth's eyes narrowed, and she stepped hard on the brakes, stopping the car sideways in the middle of the road at the dock. She reached out to unbuckle the seat belt worn by Haibara Ai, grabbed it in her hand coldly, opened the car door slowly, and pointed the gun at Haibara Ai's little head.

Behind her, Judy no longer concealed her purpose and stopped right behind Vermouth's car.

However, unlike Vermouth, Judy's expression was full of solemnity when she got out of the car. She also took out a pocket pistol and pointed it at Vermouth, gritting her teeth:
"You, what is your purpose?!"

Just now, she suddenly received a message from her team members that Soran's people had actually taken action...

And there are snipers from this organization secretly monitoring...

Damn it, they had clearly confirmed before that there were no sniper ambushes!

"What are we all talking about?" Vermouth used the voice of Aida Tomoaki and smiled very gently, "What are you talking about, Teacher Judy."

"Stop pretending, Vermouth!" Judy clenched her gun, "Put down that girl, Vermouth!"

(End of this chapter)