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

Chapter 448: Exploiting Free Labor

After fiddling with his phone for a while, Gin quickly lost interest.

The browser on this old broken machine is too primitive, the interface is too small, and nothing is displayed clearly. It is far inferior to Noah's software.

The organization's computer is as usual empty except for the organization's folders, it cannot connect to the external network, and there are no games to play.

Now that the intranet surveillance has been restored, Gin couldn't ask Noah to come over. Fortunately, he had a conversation with Noah at the hotel yesterday.

So far, the progress of the guys is pretty good...

"Fortunately, there is Noah."

Gin sighed.

If it weren't for this buggy artificial intelligence system that shouldn't exist in this era, many things would be really difficult to do, and intelligence transmission alone would become a big problem.

...No, the current Noah can no longer be considered an ordinary artificial intelligence. It is far ahead of other artificial intelligences. If Noah is given a body, he will probably be able to integrate into human society without any discomfort...

So terrifying.

Gin sighed, then picked up the vibrating phone:

"Hello? How's it going? Any ideas?"

He just relayed the task requested by the unscrupulous boss to Belmode, but he was mainly worried that Belmode might not know...

For things like this, most unscrupulous bosses would tell Vermouth first.

"What can I think? It's not me who arranged the operation... Also, I didn't call you about this mission. What's the situation with Angostura? Did the boss really fire you?"

Vermouth's voice was speechless at first, then it became filled with curiosity and worry.

"Don't worry, it's just a normal transfer of authority. There's no intention of using force." Gin took out a bag of marshmallows and chewed them. "That Angostura... feels better than Chablis."

"Really? That's good..."

Vermouth had just breathed a sigh of relief when Gin's next words almost choked her:

"But that's for me, I don't know about you."

Vermouth was stuck for a moment: "...What do you mean?"

What does it mean to be better for him? Does this Angostura treat people differently?

Gin also knew that Vermouth probably didn't understand what he meant, so he thought for a while before saying, "Anyway, you just need to know that he and I don't get along, so take it easy. I knew the other guy who came with him before, so he's okay."

Belmode: "..."

It feels like saying nothing.

"So, this member named Angostra has a similar attitude towards you as Chablis?" Vermouth understood reasonably.

However, Gin's answer was very simple, even a little indifferent: "I don't know about this, you can try it later..."

"???"

Vermouth nearly vomited blood: "Gin, this should be your big deal, right? The other party is coming for you, right? Can you pay more attention?!"

"Why should I care? Anyway, after this mission is over, there won't be anything for me to do. He can do whatever he wants."

Gin yawned loudly and threw two pieces of marshmallows into his mouth to chew. "You might as well think about how to arrange the things that the unscrupulous boss ordered you to do."

Anyway, the FBI and the organization have already had a head-on conflict. As long as the unscrupulous boss wants to maintain the organization's control over Japan, it is inevitable that he will continue to clash with the FBI, a pseudo-international police. In the future, Interpol may even join in.

When Gin was reading the emails just now, he found that Kiel had not been particularly obedient recently and had been running out from time to time. He guessed that she had gone to report to the CIA... But it's better this way.

On the contrary, MI6, which has been fighting with the organization's headquarters, has become less and less active, and it is unclear what its plans are.

"Come to think of it, I don't know how Yusaku is contacting Interpol..." Gin thought while chewing a marshmallow.

He hasn't contacted this little brother for a while.

But even if the other party fails to communicate, it doesn’t matter. They now have much more options than before.

However, Vermouth couldn't understand Gin's mentality. "I'm talking to you... who was there worrying about this last time?"

"It definitely wasn't me." Gin denied that he had ever worried about anything.

He simply had no idea what means the unscrupulous boss would use to drag him down... because Gin had never encountered such a peaceful situation before.

“…Alright.” Vermouth was speechless at Gin’s shamelessness, “But is that mission still your responsibility?”

"If Angostra can handle the new affairs and personnel arrangements within this week, he may take over this task." Gin continued to put gum in his mouth. "After all, there is still some time for this task. We just need to make a little plan."

"Oh……"

Vermouth was silent on the phone for a while, and suddenly her voice became sinister: "So, this should be your business, right? The unscrupulous boss didn't let me arrange this task!"

She suspected that Gin was using her as free labor again.

“Really? Then just give me a hand. You’re free anyway.” Gin naturally couldn’t admit that he was exploiting Vermouth’s surplus labor force, and tried to play the victim. “Besides, now that Angostura is here, I have no one left…”

Vermouth was not fooled by Gin, and snorted arrogantly: "I'm very busy, you can arrange this matter yourself!"

Gin didn't take it as an offense, and his expression was very calm: "Miss Karasuma, if you don't help, I will make this matter public tomorrow."

Belmode: "..."

Gin, that bastard!

"That's it. First, collect some information about those congressmen and those who are going to take over from them. Contact me if there is any progress."

After saying that, Gin hung up the phone without waiting for any response from Vermouth.

Afterwards, he went through the intelligence emails of the remaining peripheral members again, went to the database and used his authority to find Angostra's email address. After sending a few messages to the other party, Gin completely gave up.

He is going to be a salted fish... a very salty one.

"Let's get some sleep first, and wait for Angostura and Vermouth to respond..."

Gin finished a whole bag of marshmallows, then went to make some health water and drank several cups. After washing up, he took off his coat and rolled into bed.

Just as he closed his eyes, Gin thought of something else, "Oh yeah, the five-star team... Never mind, Jing should be able to handle it."

Thinking that there was someone to help him with things, Gin closed his eyes again and lay peacefully on the bed.

——Once a person becomes lazy, it will be difficult to become diligent again.

This theorem also applies to gin.

The former 007 model worker now finds it difficult to stay awake for more than seven hours a day.

It's pitiful, sad and lamentable.

(End of this chapter)