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

Chapter 489 Gin: What about my huge mission target?

No matter how noisy and chaotic the world is, the organization's base will always be as quiet as a chicken.

Suddenly, there was a sharp crow of a rooster... No, it was a sharp bell that rang from the table.

Gin, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, opened his eyes reflexively and quickly pressed the phone on the table, forcing it to shut up.

Thinking it was an alarm clock, Gin was about to turn it off when he realized that something was wrong with the ring tone. He took a look at it.

OK, it turns out it’s not an alarm clock…

Gin glanced at the time which had just passed 3, his eyes twitched, and he picked up the phone, saying unhappily:
"Stella, you call without checking the time?"

It turns out that Angostura called him in the middle of the night... It's three in the morning now, is it really necessary to stay up like this?
"Time? What time? Isn't it three o'clock in the afternoon?" Angostura's voice was full of surprise.

"…Have you never been out all day? It's early morning now."

Gin's mouth twitched twice, unable to bear it any longer.

This guy's life is completely upside down...

Angostura took a deep breath on the phone. "Oh, Cou? I was wondering why you were so sleepy... Never mind. Let me ask you, did you get the memory card back?"

Gin pinched the bridge of his nose, still trying to sort out his confused mind from just waking up. After hearing this, a question mark popped up in his head:
"What memory card?"

Did he miss any mission information while he was sleeping?
"Hey, it's no use pretending to be stupid with me!" Angostra's tone sounded a little dissatisfied, but he always spoke like this when talking to Gin. "I told you during the day... oh no, didn't I tell you just now at night? A traitor stole the data at the base where the intelligence system was rebuilt. It was stored in the SD card... I remember sending you an email."

"Oh, that..."

Gin now understands what the memory card that Angostra told him about is.

But then, more doubts appeared on his face, "Since it was that traitor who stole the data, then you ask me what I did with the memory card after I got it back?"

As soon as he asked the question, Gin's mind suddenly became clear and a bad premonition flashed through his mind.

And on the phone, Angostura was silent.

After a while, the other party asked blankly: "You...didn't you deal with the traitor?"

"Isn't this nonsense? This kind of thing is not urgent, and I don't have any manpower at all. How can I find it so quickly?" Gin said casually, but he also realized the problem, "Is that person dead?"

"Yes, I was stabbed on the street. I thought you sent someone to do it." Angostura felt puzzled.

Gin rolled his eyes, "Will our people use knives?"

Angostura: "..."

It seems to make sense.

They usually use sniper rifles for this kind of cleanup operations, and rarely use pistols. It is really too low to use knives on the streets.

But this brings up a problem:
Who did it?
"That storage card is not on the person?" Gin asked this key question.

Angostura said in a deep voice, "If so, would I have to call you?"

The people they had planted in the police force had already determined when helping to search the body that their murdered traitor did not have anything related to intelligence on him.

Conspiracy theories formed in Angostra's mind: "Could this be... a trick by the guy behind the traitor?"

"...That's not necessarily true." Gin's eyes flashed and he thought of a possibility.

"……Um?"

"We don't rule out this possibility, but...we have encountered many such things before."

Angostura was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Gin explained hastily: "It's very common for the target of a mission to suddenly die on the street, with no intelligence or transaction money left... In all the missions in the past two years, this situation accounts for one-fifth of the total number of missions." There was no traitor to be cleared out this time, which was too normal.

and……

Gin asked again: "He died in Beika Town, right?"

"...How did you know this?"

"Because most of the mission targets died in Beika Town." Gin said in a deep tone, and then continued, "So the storage card that stores the organization's information should have been taken away by the person who killed him... Are you responsible?"

"Of course I'll leave this trivial matter to you. I'm the commander-in-chief now, so I won't do this."

Angostura made his point.

Gin didn't care when he saw that he failed to slack off. "Where are the paper documents that the traitor stole?"

"Well, Alex has already sent someone to find the information. I guess they gave up because they thought the paper information was too obvious... Anyway, you need to find the person with the memory card as soon as possible!"

"Oh, you don't need to command me."

Gin grinned, revealing his cold white teeth.

He actually didn't like the tone of this command...especially from Angostra, who was nominally on the same level as him.

After hanging up the phone, Gin let out a breath of foul air and then began to have a headache:
How could he find the murderer who stabbed his own traitor in such a huge crowd?
It wasn't a big problem before. If the people below checked it, they would definitely find some clues.

But now most of the intelligence personnel have been taken to Angostura...

Gin is now a lone commander:
Including himself, there is vodka, plus Vermouth, Ireland, Calvados, Chianti, Cohen...

There are really only 7 people in total.

Moreover, the peripheral members they can use now have already screened out the people who have requested to report. The people below are just small fry who can only help with the mission scouts and cannot be counted in the total number of people.

...It's really tragic.

Gin sighed.

"But if he was killed in the street..." Gin narrowed his eyes and walked over to shake the vodka lying on the other side, "Vodka, overtime!"

Vodka responded sleepily: "Ah? Okay, big brother..."

He actually has to work overtime... It seems like he hasn't gotten up in the middle of the night to work for a long time.

"Investigate a murder case tonight. Our target was killed and the organization's intelligence was taken away. We must find the perpetrator as soon as possible."

Gin also yawned sleepily.

In fact, for him now, this kind of thing is really not urgent at all...even if he slacks off, it won't be a big deal.

not to mention……

How could the information of the organization be so easy to steal? Or was it stolen openly from the base over there and then successfully escaped... Gin couldn't believe that there was no conspiracy here.

He estimated that this was probably bait for fishing...

It’s a pity that the bait was snatched away halfway.

"This is really outrageous..."

Gin sighed and went over to shake Vermouth again.

(End of this chapter)