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

Chapter 461: Gin's people are a little bit abnormal

After a fight.

Anderburg, whose face was scratched several times, finally came to his senses. He looked at his teammates with disgust, and held the documents in his hands expressionlessly, like a waiter.

Following the fight with Gin, this was the second time that Angostra had lost his composure in front of the core members.

However, no one expressed any opinion. Everyone looked at their noses and their hearts.

In their eyes, Angostura is the next Japanese general manager, and a Japanese general manager who integrates the rights of decentralization.

Not to mention the high status, judging from the current performance...

I guess it's pretty crazy.

Everyone looked at Anderburg with bloodstains on his face, with some sympathy in their eyes - it was really unlucky to have a colleague and boss like this who would attack you with a knife at the slightest disagreement.

"Yes, that's right, it's this information!"

Angostura took out the one he wanted from the stack of information held by the waiter Anderburg and handed it to the member named Alex whom he had called out earlier.

Afterwards, Angostra explained the specific content of the task in a responsible manner.

The work of an informant is not very dangerous, it just takes time and effort, and requires technicians who are proficient in the Internet...

He also discussed this issue with Alex for a while.

Anderburg stood by like an emotionless puppet, closing his eyes for a while and then dozing off.

No one noticed that countless fine bloodstains on Anderburg's face were slowly healing...

"Um...Okay, next."

After assigning some tasks, Angostra turned his attention to Gin's former subordinates:

"You are, Clarette?"

"Yes."

A capable brown-haired woman took a step forward with a calm expression.

It was Clarett.

But she was actually very disappointed in her heart - she had only worked under Gin-sama for a few months, and now she was going to be transferred away again...

It's so hard.

Angostura narrowed her eyes slightly, "Clarette, you have a good relationship with Gin?"

He remembered that when Gin was scratched by him with a knife just now, the only one who screamed was this woman.

Clarette looked at him expressionlessly: "It's just that I'm lucky enough to be appreciated by Master Gin, it's not worth mentioning."

This person actually dared to hurt Lord Gin's face just now. His crime is extremely heinous.

Clarett exuded a hostility towards Angostura, but he still showed a little respect on the surface... but that was all.

Angostura pretended not to notice the other party's opinion of him. He stroked his chin and thought for two seconds, then clapped his hands and said, "How about this? I just happen to be in need of a secretary. How about you, Claret..."

As soon as he put his hand on Clarett's shoulder, a small pistol was pointed at him.

Claret's expression was calm, and his index finger slightly pulled the trigger. "Excuse me, Mr. Angostura, can you please move your claws away? I don't like others touching me... and I'm better at gathering intelligence outside, not at being someone else's secretary."

Angostura immediately raised his hands and sucked his teeth: "Okay, okay, okay... Then you and Alex will be responsible for the reconstruction of the Intelligence Department. Put down your guns and talk properly!"

Oh my god, why do these two people always hold guns? Do they think he is easy to bully?
If it weren't for the fact that both Vermouth and this Claretta were women, he would definitely take action!

When seeing Clarett's actions, except for Alex who was named again and had a puzzled look on his face, the others quietly moved away from Clarett - another madman who really didn't know how to write the word death.

In an organization, a superior can kill a subordinate first and report later...

Clarette had also experienced this once, when her former teammate Grappa was killed on the spot for disobeying Chablis. But now Clarette understands Grappa's feelings a little:

She was also upset when she saw her boss, whom she once respected, being replaced by someone else.

Fortunately, Angostura was different from Chablis and didn't care about Claret's dissatisfaction with him and looked at the next member.

"Um...you are, Pino?"

He looked this rather unusual member up and down.

While most people are dressed in tights, windbreakers, and vests, his driver's uniform stands out...

The main thing is that most people are dressed in black, only Pino has the collar and sleeves of his white shirt showing...

And he had a flattering smile on his face that was out of tune with everyone present. He immediately stepped forward and shook Angostura's hand, which startled everyone:
"Yes, yes! Lord Angostura, may I call you Lord Stella? I have long heard of your great name, but seeing you in action is worth hearing about! I believe that the organization in Japan will surely flourish and work hard under your leadership..."

Angostura: ???

What's going on with this guy?
Clarette: “……?”

This was the first time she had met this Pino... Was he a toady?
Kir, who also met Pino for the first time: "?"

so weird.

Pino smiled and flattered, while still shaking Angostura's hand.

This was the first time Angostura had encountered such a situation. The corners of his mouth twitched wildly and he shook his hand away. "Pino, right? Very good. Just continue to do what you need to do. Got it?"

"I understand, I understand!" Pino nodded vigorously.

"…Wait, what did you do before?"

"Ah? Oh! Sir Stella, my job is a taxi driver. You can call me Kamikawa Ryohei in front of outsiders... Sir, you have to know that there were too many FBI people before. I randomly picked ten people and there was one FBI person among them, so I think..."

Angostura covered his mouth with her hand. "Stop! I'm asking about your position in the organization!"

Pino... or rather Ryohei Kamikawa blinked his eyes. "Oh, in this case, I am mainly responsible for the supervision of the entire Tokyo. After all, I am a taxi driver, so I..."

"Okay, okay, okay, stop talking."

Angostura felt a headache after hearing this.

After a casual perfunctory response, he finally walked up to the most normal-looking beauty, Kil.

His eyes lit up: "Kil, right? You..."

As the third "interviewee", Kiel already had experience, and she was well prepared. She took out a stack of documents about 15 centimeters long from her purse and handed it to Angostura politely:
"Master Stella, this is a summary of all the missions I have been assigned since I became a core member, including intelligence, tracking, and assassination. In the past four years, I have completed a total of 3187 missions, not including the last collective action, including 2517 intelligence missions..."

"..."

Angostura's hands were shaking as he took the file, and his smile became more and more forced. "Well, you are really...hardworking?"

Damn, more than three thousand missions in four years?
Is this the devil?
An average of 2 to 3 tasks a day?
"When it comes to working for the organization, it's not about hard work." Kiel was very dedicated, and his eyes naturally showed respect. "Speaking of hard work, it's Gin-sama. I've counted it, and his average annual mission volume three years ago was 3121..."

Angostura gradually petrified.

Japan, so curly?

Help! Let him return to England!

The other core members took a step back without leaving a trace.

——They discovered that the members on Gin’s side... were somewhat abnormal.

Scared.

want to escape.

(End of this chapter)