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

Chapter 460: Intelligence Sharing and Reconstruction
"This matter must not be known to others..."

Shuichi Akai lowered his eyes and stared at his tea.

He couldn't imagine how much bloodshed would be caused if this matter could not be spread...For Mingmei and for world peace, keeping this secret would definitely not be a wrong decision.

He said to himself silently in his heart.

However, the news that Haibara Ai and Conan were involved in the previous incident was not only known to them, but also to Soren, the captain of another FBI team in Japan, due to intelligence sharing.

They reported the whole incident to the top management, so it was impossible to conceal the existence of Conan and Haibara Ai...

Fortunately, the former can be covered up by the "genius boy", and the latter can be shielded by the long-haired ghost who appears later.

What's more, overall, Conan and Haibara Ai are actually baits set by the Black Organization to lure them into the trap, and basically no one would suspect that there is anything special about the two children.

Recalling this, Akai Shuichi had another strange feeling:

It was as if someone had already known about their specialness throughout the whole thing, and no matter who it was, they seemed to want to keep that secret.

Is it because Vermouth wants to kill Haibara Ai that she has discovered her identity?
Does Gin know about this?

Before these two questions formed any conclusion in Akai Shuichi's mind, Soran interrupted him with a sarcastic remark:

"He's just a seven-year-old kid. How talented can he be?"

"...I know a genius." Akai Shuichi retracted his thoughts and retorted calmly, "She was admitted to university at the age of seven, and obtained a doctorate degree at the age of fourteen, and she also has a double degree."

Soran was stunned for a moment, then he curled his lips and said, "There are only a few people like this..."

"That genius is just a researcher in the organization."

"..."

Soran opened his mouth and found that he didn't know what sound to make.

Akai Shuichi raised his eyes and continued, "Also, I remember there was a genius boy in the United States before I went back. He graduated from graduate school at the age of seven, but unfortunately he died young. I heard that the program he developed independently is still being widely used now."

Sauron: "..."

After silencing the man, Akai Shuichi looked at James and said, "The boy's reasoning ability may be what the organization values. Perhaps we can refer to the information he provided us."

After all, James is the FBI's chief in Japan, so they naturally have to report any ideas or suggestions to their superiors first.

"Of course." James had no doubts, but asked worriedly, "But is there any progress on the long-haired man who appeared at the end that you and Judy talked about?"

"We really didn't find out anything." Akai Shuichi shook his head regretfully, his eyes bright, "But as I just said, the boy said he had some information... Perhaps, this is the key to our breakthrough."

"I hope so..."

There was a cloud of worry between James' brows.

However, Akai Shuichi suddenly changed the subject, "By the way, Mr. James, in addition to this matter, another person contacted me."

James looked up, "Oh? Who is it?"

Shuichi Akai didn't reply, but just stretched out his hand and pointed at his eyes.

James was slightly stunned, then understood, and nodded after a moment of silence: "If we can reach a cooperation, we can also share intelligence."

Akai Shuichi relaxed a little: "Thank you, Mr. James."

"It's nothing, we are all partners on the same front."

The two of them were talking in a riddle, leaving Soran and Judy at the side completely confused. They looked at each other and shrugged.

……

After noon.

Gin, Vodka and Vermouth walked out of the small dilapidated building and got into the Porsche parked in the shadow of the building.

"Brother, where are we going next?" I have to say that Vodka is a conscientious driver.

It's like Gin feels like Vodka's presence is almost as strong as my casual self.

Gin didn't tell Vodka the destination right away. He looked at Vermouth who was yawning in the passenger seat and asked, "Are you going back?"

"…Delivered to your doorstep?"

“Door delivery is not accepted.”

"…That's bullshit!"

Vermouth was obviously still angry, but now she was too sleepy to have any energy. Her eyelids drooped, "I'll go wherever you go. If not, I'll just stay in Vodka's car and sleep."

Gin was silent for a while, then opened his mouth to correct:

"This is my car."

Vermouth said sarcastically: "Haha, I've never seen you drive one."

Gin: "..."

Vermouth is definitely in menopause, and her body is covered with thorns.

"Alright." Gin didn't refuse Vermouth's offer to take a ride to the end, "Anyway, Vodka and I are going back to the base. If you come with us, remember to tell the unscrupulous boss."

"Base? The base is good, there are beds...that unscrupulous guy, let's talk about it after we sleep..." Vermouth muttered a few times, and her eyes fell completely.

As the antique car started smoothly, Vermouth fell asleep completely due to the slight vibration.

Gin: "..."

He suspected that Vermouth was driving in the next sentence.

No, what is he thinking?
Seeing that Vermouth was sleeping soundly, Gin did not disturb her. He took out a piece of tea leaf and bit it in his mouth to refresh himself.

Thinking of what Angostura had just said, his eyes flickered, and he took out his phone and started texting someone.

……

Small broken upstairs.

Angostura opened the curtains a little and watched Gin and the other two get into the car and leave. He nodded with satisfaction and then turned around to face the other people in the room:
"Okay everyone, now it's time to divide the work and cooperate... I'm sure you all heard just now that we need to take on some of the responsibility for the Second Intelligence Department's intelligence reconstruction work."

When Angostura faced other people now, he no longer had the cynical expression he had when facing Gin, and seemed to be too serious.

He raised his head slightly and scanned these people:

"Alex, you have previously led the intelligence compilation work, and the reconstruction of the Intelligence Department will be mainly entrusted to you... Anbu, give him the initial information of the Intelligence Department."

The member named by Angostura took a step forward and waited to receive the documents.

Their current system is still in a state of collapse and full of loopholes, so some information is still relatively safe on paper or storage disks.

However, Angostura waited for a long time but no information was handed over.

When he turned around, he saw his teammate leaning against the wall, nodding his head...

Everyone noticed that the air was stagnant for a moment.

Afterwards, these core members watched helplessly as their boss, who had just been somewhat serious towards them, rushed over, took out a knife and threw it at the man's face:

"Amb! I asked you to get the information!"

"...zzz~ I'm sleeping..."

"It's to get information, not to sleep!"

(End of this chapter)