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

Chapter 559: Write a self-criticism!
Conan braved the drizzle and jogged all the way towards Rena Mizunashi's apartment.

Xiaolan called him just now, reminding him that he had to attend a game launch conference in the evening... and it was a game launch conference that only high-ranking officials of famous families could attend. Xiaolan said that if it weren't for Sonoko inviting them, they wouldn't even be qualified to squeeze in.

He had to retrieve the bug quickly and then go back to catch up on some sleep so that he would have enough energy to attend the game launch conference that night.

Halfway through, Conan raised his hand and checked the time.

They were delayed for a while because of eating outside. It was almost nine o'clock now. The apartment they were staying at was in Beido Town, so it would take some time to get there...

The earphones of the tracking glasses kept making "knock, knock, knock" sounds, and the echo became more and more obvious.

"What is this sound?"
Conan was stunned for a moment, then rolled up his eyes - it seemed that his bug was stepped on by Miss Mizunashi Rena.

Just as I was thinking this, the eavesdropping device received another ring tone, followed by a series of dialing sounds.

"The sound of a cell phone starting up?" Conan listened to the sound and subconsciously made inferences in his mind, "And this echo, is it in the basement?"

By the way, it seems a bit inappropriate for him to eavesdrop on other people's privacy like this?

Feeling a little guilty, Conan ran while listening to the sound coming from the bug, and at the same time thinking about how to recover something that was stepped on by someone...

"Hello? It's me... I said yesterday that I was going to ask a detective to help investigate something at home, so my phone was turned off."
'Well, Clarett, let's meet at the old place at ten o'clock as planned?'
Conan paused slightly because of what the eavesdropping device had recorded.

Clarette? Sounds like a foreign name?

Plan? What does it mean?
An inexplicable chill crept up Conan's spine.

Wait a minute...

Could it be that the aura he felt in the apartment before was this?!
'Of course, the results are out...'
"I was shocked. I didn't expect it was just a kid's prank. I was worried that it was the FBI, but now I can rest assured."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Hear this.

Conan held his breath completely, and his pupils trembled violently - there was no doubt about it!

The other party was on guard against the FBI, and with that kind of aura... he must be someone from the organization!
Damn it, why are the people in these organizations so pretentious!

"So, that Clarette is also the name of a wine?!" Conan quickly searched the huge database in his mind and successfully matched the name with a French wine.

What made him anxious was that the person behind the bug had already driven away...presumably he was going to the 'old place' he had just mentioned!

Must follow and see what’s going on!
Conan clenched his fists and turned on the positioning signal of the transmitter. He was now extremely glad that he had forgotten about the bug.

however.

Just when he was about to track the other party's location, his cell phone rang suddenly.

……

3rd Street, Central District.

Kiel drove his own car into Tokyo's second public parking lot.

The underground parking lot was unexpectedly empty at this moment, and there were two or three cars with their headlights on, lighting up the entire underground garage.

Seeing this scene, Gil was speechless.

So... she parked the car sideways in a random parking space, turned on the headlights, got out of the car, and leaned in front of it: "Clarette, Alex... aren't you guys being too bold?"

This is a public parking lot.

"It's okay. I've just contacted the information technology department to change the parking lot information to full. The surveillance network within a mile around here has been set up. There shouldn't be any stupid cars driving here."

Next to one of the black cars, Alex was wearing a pair of sunglasses, a cigarette in his mouth, and a dark windbreaker, leaning against the car frame, speaking in a confident tone. Clarette was also wearing a black windbreaker and leaning against the car, "Kil, have you resolved everything over there?"

"Yeah, of course. Didn't I just say it was just a child's farce?" Keel took out his cell phone and sent a text message to his immediate superior on this mission. "The time is set at 11 o'clock... Can you confirm it again?"

"How about waiting a little longer?"

Alex took off his sunglasses and said with a little embarrassment: "Lord Angostura and the people who arranged the inner circle have not arrived yet."

Kiel was slightly stunned when he heard this, and raised his hand to check the time on his watch, "It's only half past nine... It seems that I came too early."

Clarette curled his lips and said, "It's obvious that he and the others came too late. When has this guy ever arrived early?"

Alex smiled for some reason and said, "Well, Clarette, don't be so critical. What if he hears it..."

"I heard it, so what can he do to me?"

Clarett continued to curl his lips, his tone full of contempt for Angostura.

But Alex and Kiel have gotten used to it.

Clarett was unhappy with Angostra from the beginning, and even pulled a gun to his boss's head. This matter had already spread among the small circle of the organization.

However, when you say bad things about someone behind their back, the other person will often show up in a timely manner.

"How is it? Not so good! I already gave you a warning for disrespecting your superior last time. This is the second time. Wait until you go back and write a self-criticism!"

squeak--

A dark car drifted over, and at the same time, Angostura's wild voice was heard.

But his high-pitched voice only lasted a few sentences, and the next second it turned into an angry curse: "Anbu! Can you drive properly when we're just going down a slope? Why are you turning? I'm going to puke, okay!"

Anderburger's voice was very calm: "Oh, I thought you needed some driving skills to show your status, so..."

"What the hell are you talking about driving skills! You better drive well later! Otherwise you will have to write a self-review with Clarette!"

Anderburg lowered his eyes: "...Tsk."

Anderburg, who got off the car with Angostra, had a blank expression on his face. He was carrying a long bag containing a sniper rifle. He nodded to Kiel and the other two, then stood next to Alex.

Clarette was not threatened by Angostura's decision to write a self-review. She looked at Anderburg with a sympathetic look and said, "It must be tiring to be his teammate, right?"

Anderburg nodded without comment. "Indeed, it's just like raising a child..."

"Then you are really miserable."

"..."

As soon as Angostura came over, he heard the two people's complaints about him. A vein popped out on his forehead and he pulled Anderburg over. "Alright! Hurry up and check the action plan and officially start the hunt! If Gin hadn't come up with such a crappy plan, there wouldn't be so much trouble..."

"Lord Gin must have his reasons for arranging it this way." Clarett often confronted his boss.

Angostura pointed at her and said, "Go back and write a 5,000-word self-reflection."

Clarette curled his lips: "...Tsk."

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(End of this chapter)