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

Chapter 455: Miss Vermouth Wants to Explode on the Spot

Perhaps because she was angry with Gin, Vermouth didn't respond for a long time.

But, in the end...

She still dragged her tired body, ran thousands of miles from where she lived, and got into Gin's black car.

As for why Gin didn't just ask Vodka to pick him up...

That was simply because they were afraid that the people who were originally keeping an eye on the FBI had not yet dispersed. At present, Vermouth was the only one in the Black Organization who was exposed under the noses of the FBI. Even Gin, who was widely circulated by the FBI, was just a legend. No one had ever seen him except Shuichi Akai.

In other words, everyone who has seen him is dead except Shuichi Akai.

Even though the plan is now on track, Gin doesn't want to attract too much attention from the FBI while he is still a member of the organization.

Because in the plan, he is both a chess piece and a chess player, and at the same time an outsider...

If he was targeted by the FBI early on, Gin would need to use his behavior to guide them. If he entered the game too early, it would be difficult for him to escape later.

Therefore, whenever Gin goes out now, he will try to avoid being targeted by someone with ulterior motives...

Of course, those who were following him within the organization didn’t count.

"Where are you taking me so early in the morning?"

Vermouth was like a pile of freshly washed clothes, limply sticking to the back of the passenger seat, her voice very weak.

When Gin, who was sitting in the back seat, heard this, he immediately diagnosed it as qi deficiency.

So, he answered while rummaging in his pockets: "What are the arrangements for Angostura? He was separated from the main force and arrived in Tokyo a long time late. I guess he asked us to go there just to allocate responsibilities later... Here, take it."

"Oh, Angostura, I didn't get the message... What is this?"

Vermouth yawned with dark circles under her eyes and took the small paper bag that Gin handed to her with confusion.

"Dates are good for replenishing your energy. I see you're quite weak." Gin searched his pockets again, took out his own thermos cup, grabbed a paper cup from the car, and poured a cup of hot water. "I don't have any other medicine, so just make do with it."

Just consider it as compensation for calling Vermouth over early in the morning.

Vermouth took the paper cup blankly.

A full cup of hot water, but thanks to Vodka's steady driving skills, not a drop spilled.

…But, she was curious.

What kind of mess does Gin usually stuff in his pockets?
When Chablis was still around, Gin not only had a pocket full of snacks, but also dangerous items like bombs...

Drinking hot water and eating sweet dates, Vermouth suddenly felt a little warmth in this cold winter.

However, this little bit of warmth disappeared completely in Gin's next sentence:

"Angostra didn't send an email to inform you? I thought he would ask you to come along."

Vermouth almost swallowed a mouthful of water: "You...didn't he ask you to call me?"

Gin gave him a strange look, "Why did he ask me to call you?"

“…Then why did you wake me up so early in the morning!!” Vermouth glared at him viciously.

Gin was silent for a while.

"Help me build momentum?"

"……roll!"

Vermouth angrily ate all of Gin's dates in one minute, and then stabbed Gin's villain in her heart:
Gin who disturbed her sleep should be stabbed to death!

Gin was silent when he noticed that Vermouth seemed to be full of resentment - he felt a little cold.

In order to prevent Vermouth from casting any vicious curses on him, Gin suddenly said, "Vermouth, what did you do so late yesterday? You shouldn't have anything to do recently."

He slept soundly last night and woke up naturally this morning. When he came out, he received a call from Jing.

“It’s nothing… but didn’t you ask me to plan the general situation of the mission?” Vermouth rolled her eyes vigorously, completely losing her previous weak look, which showed the strong effect of the jujube. “I searched for the information of those councillors until late at night…” “… not that serious, right?” Gin looked at him in confusion. “There are only a few councillors who need to be rotated, and the main thing is to look at the new candidates…”

“…But you didn’t tell me which people we need special attention!” Vermouth’s eyes began to show murderous intent.

Gin: "..."

Oh, didn't he say that?

Gin turned his eyes away with a guilty look and changed the subject: "Then you won't stay up until the early morning, right?"

"That's because Bourbon contacted me out of the blue."

Vermouth said unhappily, "He probably feels that his old appearance is too conspicuous, so he asked me to help him change his appearance... Wasn't it you who told him to come to me when he needed help last time?"

"…It won't take that long, then?"

“…Please, there’s no way he can come here. Do you know how much effort I put in to get rid of those tails?” Vermouth almost vomited blood.

Gin looked away guiltily again; "...Oh."

He had forgotten that Bourbon was no longer part of the organization, which was indeed inconvenient.

Seeing that there was still murderous intent in Vermouth's eyes, Gin decisively changed the subject again: "Did you receive the money?"

"……what?"

"You're helping him change his appearance for free without charging any money?" Gin suddenly started to point fingers. "He's not one of us anymore, why are you working for him for free? And he's from the Japanese Public Security Bureau, so I guess he can get reimbursed at public expense. There's no problem charging a few thousand yuan for our activities next time..."

You can shear the wool of any sheep, as long as it has wool.

"..."

Vermouth's face turned red...

Don't get me wrong, she was mad.

Maybe it was thanks to the jujube that had replenished her energy that her blood pressure was able to rise. She had worked so hard, and this bastard Gin was still pointing fingers...

She wants to kill Gin!! If she can’t kill him, she’ll at least cripple him! Absolutely!!
Gin: "..."

It's strange, he originally wanted to ease the atmosphere...but why does Vermouth seem to be getting angrier and angrier?
Could it be...

Gin thought of a key point: "Vermouth, are you here for that?"

The murderous intent in Belmode's eyes remained the same: "What? What's going on again?"

"That's the one, the one you girls all come for." Gin blinked curiously.

"no!"

"…Then why are you so angry today?"

"...Don't you have any idea in your mind?"

If she wasn't sitting in the passenger seat and Gin wasn't sitting behind her, she would definitely come over and fight with Gin.

"Oh."

Gin responded calmly, then lowered his head to think for a while, then snapped his fingers, "I understand."

Vermouth's anger subsided slightly when she saw his expression: "What do you understand?"

Gin said firmly: "You are in menopause."

Well, that must be it, he is so clever.

Belmode: "..."

Let this damn thing be destroyed, quickly!
(End of this chapter)