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

Chapter 560 Who is the host in Xi’an?
"...Um, Master Angostura...it's almost time. I have to go to the TV station to urge the staff to go. Do you think it's okay..."
"Oh, yes, let's check it out first... I have arranged for Gin's people to be at the designated location. Amb, remember to go to BHC to investigate first... Amb! Claret! Stop talking to each other!"
Conan pressed down the headphones and listened carefully to the movement over there.

When Conan heard Alex say that their people had been monitoring the parking lot for a long time, he had already asked someone to stop the car.

"Conan, what's going on now?"

Sitting next to Conan was a foreign woman wearing glasses.

—Judy Stelling.

It's unknown when this female FBI got involved in Conan's intelligence network.

"...They should be rechecking their actions." Conan tried to eliminate the extra noise in his headphones and extract the most important information. "BHC, BHO, BHA... These are the nicknames of these places. What do you remember about them, Teacher Judy?"

Just a while ago, Judy called Conan on his cell phone, and Conan realized that she had been monitoring the host named Rena Mizunashi.

Judy frowned and thought for a while, then picked up her phone and sent a text message to someone. Then she looked at old man James in the driver's seat and shook her head together, "No... I have no impression of it at all. Are these English abbreviations sure to be place names?"

"That person is called Angostura. He has a man called 'Alex' stationed at BHC. There are two other people at other locations. The place names must be correct."

Conan said firmly.

But then, he said to Judy with a heavy voice: "Teacher Judy, since you can monitor the other party, you should have some understanding of their actions, right? Does the organization want to attack someone this time?"

Judy smiled bitterly: "This is what we want to know... Recently, the organization has started to investigate us on a large scale, and we have been forced to relocate several times. We found that there is something wrong with this Mizunashi Rena, or it is because before the incident at the dock, she had frequent contact with Vermouth."

Conan was a little disappointed when he heard this.

When he received the call from Teacher Judy before, he was a little surprised, thinking that this time the FBI had anticipated the organization's actions...

But after calming down, Conan also thought about the last time Shuichi Akai traded organization information with Rei.

An idea suddenly flashed through Conan's mind: "Congressman... That's right! They want to target the candidates for Congressman!"

"…The question is, there are nearly ten candidates for the parliamentary seat in Tokyo… Who will they target?"

James kept his hands on the steering wheel and pointed his fingers.

"They should be the ones with a higher chance of being elected." Judy recalled, "We have also been paying attention to these people recently, but we didn't expect the organization to take action so suddenly."

"As I recall, there are only three people with high public support. One is Eisaku Tokiwa, one of the heirs of the Tokiwa Group and a university biology professor; one is Yasuteru Domon, the former captain of the Self-Defense Forces; and the other is Junji Sento, whose family has considerable influence." James took out a notebook in the car, which contained a densely packed message composed of code words.

However, Conan rarely loses focus at this critical moment:
He thought of the note that Rei gave to Akai Shuichi. In addition to the information about the organization's thoughts on the parliamentary candidates, there was also a message...

"Software? Speaking of which, there will be a product launch event for Syndra tonight. Could this also be their goal?"
Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but sweat in his hands.

If it's true...

Then I'm afraid something dangerous will happen at the press conference!
Should we stop Xiaolan and the others?

"Conan?"

"Conan!"

Judy called out twice before Conan came back to his senses, "What's wrong, Teacher Judy?"

"…What are those people doing now?"

Conan was silent for a moment, listening to the increasingly chaotic voices in his headphones that he could not understand, and felt a little dizzy. In his impression, the people in the organization were all cold and ruthless, right? Like Gin, and the feeling that Huibara had given him before...

Why do I feel like there's something wrong with the liveliness of these organization members this time?

Shaking off some unrealistic thoughts from his mind, Conan calmed down and said, "They mentioned the target person, who seems to be called...'Xi'an host'?"

Judy Bean Eyes: "Host?"

Among these candidates... there seems to be no host?
Moreover, Xi'an...

This seems to be the name of an ancient city in China, right?
James was lost in thought in the front row: "Among these three people, are there any connections with 'Xi'an' or 'host'?"

His question, coupled with the sound of a group of people's discussions that continued to come out of the eavesdropping device, made Conan look at him in astonishment.

Fortunately, Kir had to urge the radio station staff to leave early, which saved Conan's ears.

"It seems that none of these three people have any connection with the 'Xi'an host'. Instead, Rena Mizunashi is the host herself." Judy frowned and thought hard, "However, if there is a tracking device... as long as we follow her, we will definitely know who the target is in the end."

Judy and James didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with Conan, a primary school student, having both a bug and a tracking device.

"But it's too late!"

Conan gritted his teeth.

If you just follow behind, you may be noticed by the other party even if you get close to them, and it will be extremely difficult to interfere.

hateful!

Gil, Alex, Amber, Angostura, Clarette... and Gin!
How much wine has not appeared yet!

damn it.

Who is the 'Xi'an host'? !
At least give him a hint, you bastard!

……

The Black Organization, Al-Qaeda.

The alarm clock tried to achieve great achievements countless times, but was ruthlessly strangled by Gin at the last crucial step.

"Tsk, half past ten."

Gin yawned and glanced at his watch.

Well, the press conference starts at 7pm... He can still mess around for about eight hours.

Come to think of it, Angostra should be about to start taking action.

According to his estimation, no matter how unexpected the situation was, the goal should be achieved before two o'clock, so he wouldn't have to worry about it at all.

Gin walked out of the lounge and patted the shoulder of Vodka, who had gotten up early in the morning and was working hard in front of the computer. "Vodka, is the system of the venue ready?"

(End of this chapter)