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

Chapter 372 Gin in a hurry

Akai Hide watched Ireland escape and began to ponder this extremely difficult problem in his heart.

His teammates may be gone.

And the next one who doesn’t have it might be you.

Glancing at the shotgun that was tightly grasped in his hand, feeling the pistol being pushed against his head more and more forcefully, Akai Shuichi looked at the mirror solemnly:
"There was no sound or wind when you came over. How did you do that?"

"..."

"It seems that the companions I arranged nearby failed to trap you... and I didn't hear any movement. Did you kill them?"

"..."

"From what I see, it seems that this guy is also surprised by your arrival. You are not a member of that organization, right?"

"..."

"you……"

Just when Shuichi Akai was about to ask the fourth of the 100,000 Whys, his vision suddenly blurred.

He felt instantly free.

Looking carefully, there is no trace of Jing in front of me.

However, Shuichi Akai noticed out of the corner of his eye a shadow climbing over the container next to him.

Akai Shuichi: "..."

Is this speed human?

He doubted his ability for a moment, and then remembered that he seemed to have more important things to do now.

The first thing is to find the teammates who have lost contact...even if only the corpses are left.

……

It's some distance away from the main road.

Ireland covered his wound with his blasted hand, breathing hard, his mind racing.

"Who was that person just now?"

He found that the surroundings were still unusually quiet, but no one surrounded him. He suspected that the FBI members had been dealt with by the strange long-haired man.

Moreover, when the other party controlled Akai Shuichi, he didn't react at all, as if he suddenly appeared like a ghost.

Ireland took a few breaths, feeling his wound still splitting apart, and gritted his teeth, deciding to hold on a little longer and get outside to see if he could contact his own people.

However, just as he left the container wall where he was resting, his cell phone, which had been placed in his crying pocket and was as quiet as a chicken, suddenly vibrated.

Ireland was stunned at first, then felt delighted - the person who called back at this time should be a companion who participated in this operation.

There is help!
He pulled out his phone as quickly as he could, and the incoming call number displayed on the phone was not unfamiliar to Ireland.

Press the answer button without hesitation:

"Gin! What's going on right now? I guess the people here can't leave anymore."

"…We fell into a trap."

The voice on the phone was very gloomy and full of murderous aura, which was completely different from what Ireland had heard on the communication channel before.

I guess Gin was pissed off.

"Ireland, where are you now? Where are the others?"

"I'm almost leaving the dock..." Ireland took a few steps forward, grimacing in pain because of the pulled wound, "By the way, I just ran into Akai Shuichi, and he beat me up."

Gin paused, "Akai Shuichi? He's with you?"

"I was there just now, but something unexpected happened and I escaped."

"...Go outside. I'm at location C3 outside the dock. The police have noticed this place. We need to evacuate immediately."

"Row."

Neither of them said much on the phone, and they hung up at the same time in tacit agreement.

Point C3 is a semi-abandoned warehouse next to the dock, completely opposite to the previous explosion site.

At the end of the road, Ireland finally saw hope - the Porsche of gin.

Gin, who was in the car, also noticed that Ireland had difficulty moving, so he turned on the lights, started the engine, and drove next to Ireland.

Ireland silently opened the rear driver's door and tried to squeeze his huge body in. Gin saw how difficult it was for him to get in the car:

"..."

Gin turned his head and looked at him silently, "Ireland, you should lose weight."

"…losing some weight!" Ireland rolled his eyes speechlessly, "I've been this strong since I was a child, I can't lose weight! And I'm not fat!"

In his excitement, his wound was pulled again and the expression on his face gradually became distorted.

And then Gin stepped on the accelerator hard, causing him to fall directly onto the back of the chair, and his wound was compressed for the second time.

"Gin, can you drive more steadily?!"

"No."

Gin coldly rejected his suggestion.

After driving some distance away, Gin asked, "Is Akai Shuichi still there?"

Ireland covered his wound and calmed down, "It should be here. A strange man helped me just now."

"Oh?"

Gin raised his eyebrows, took out a remote control, and gently pressed the red button on it.

'Bam—! '

A loud bang reached the ears of the two men, accompanied by a burst of flames and smoke.

This was a bomb they had placed there in advance, mainly to block the road.

Ireland looked at the fire in the rearview mirror, "I'm afraid it won't do them any harm."

Gin put the detonator remote back into his pocket and said, "It doesn't matter. It wasn't prepared for them anyway."

"……Too."

When Ireland closed his eyes and prepared to rest, he found that he couldn't calm down at all.

He looked at Gin, whose face was filled with dissatisfaction, frowned and said:
"Gin, what happened just now? Why was the communication cut off?"

"...The signal was intercepted." Gin's eyes turned cold, "Akai Shuichi, that guy faked his whereabouts and surrounded us from behind with a group of people, and there were two snipers."

"Two snipers!?"

Ireland was shocked, "Then our people..."

"The people outside are fine. They made too much noise, but the communications were intercepted so we couldn't contact you." Gin said coldly, "Are there no survivors on your side?"

When asked this question, Ireland was silent for a moment, then shook his head:

"I'm not sure. It's possible that he has been solved by Akai Shuichi..."

He was almost the one who was solved.

Their information is still a bit confusing now, and they haven't responded to my communications yet. I guess I'll have to sort it out later to find out all the reasons.

But Ireland looked at the car and was a little surprised: "Gin, where's Vodka? He's not with you?"

"No."

Gin glanced at Ireland through the rearview mirror: "He went to meet Vermouth."

"Vermouth...is she okay?" Ireland then remembered that the first person to cut off contact with him was Vermouth.

Gin said in a cold tone, "Something happened."

Ireland:"……"

This, this, what should he take?

"Vermouth was ambushed and seriously injured. Vodka took her out of the encirclement and rushed to rescue her."

Hearing this news, Ireland also felt heavy-hearted.

This time, the FBI really made them fall flat on their face...

This damn Akai Shuichi! He clearly knew their actions but he still pretended to be stupid. How hateful!
"Gin, where are we going now?"

"Go to the medical station and treat your wound first."