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

Chapter 583: A Slap on Each Side
As a teammate of Angostra for more than ten years, Anderburger has long been accustomed to his occasional temper.

Anderburger's free hand seemed to rise unconsciously, but he just happened to catch the syringe thrown by the other party accurately. He raised his eyes and said, "You didn't say just now that you only need to write four notes."

He wrote down each option according to the number of people, for the sake of fairness and justice.

"It's obviously you who can't figure it out!" Angostura snorted unhappily, then turned to look at the only person sitting on the chair, "Okay, beauty, you are about to die, do you have any last words to say? If you have any, hurry up, I can't guarantee how much time you have left."

As Angostra finished speaking, the members of the organization who were whispering before stopped communicating at once, and those who had been paying attention to the pieces of paper that Anderburg had rolled out also shifted their gaze to look at the person sitting on the chair.

——Using the word "sit" to describe it may not be appropriate.

To be more precise, the person was 'locked' to the chair with several hemp ropes and iron chains.

Even the chairs were fixed with various chains, and it was absolutely impossible for a normal person to break free.

Facing Angostura's words, the blonde woman tied to the chair ignored him, lowered her head, and said nothing...

"Hey! FBI, Master Angostura is talking to you."

Alex stood behind her, pointing the pistol in his hand at the back of her head, and poked forward, with a little impatience on his face, "Judy Stellin, I advise you to honestly confess your FBI intelligence sources and the whereabouts of our companions, so as to avoid physical pain and die more comfortably."

"……Ah."

The female FBI agent tied to the chair, Judy, the teacher that Akai Shuichi and Conan were eager to find, curled her lips sarcastically:
"But you have already decided how I will die, right? I advise you to just kill me now. I won't say anything."

Judy looked very miserable at the moment. Not only were her clothes in disarray, she was breathing weakly, and there were many bloodstains and needle holes on her neck.

These marks were left after the injection of drugs.

In addition, there was a bloody hole under Judy's right collarbone. Although the blood had dried up, judging from the bloodstains left on her clothes, the amount of bleeding was not small.

The corner of Alex's eye twitched. He snorted coldly, retracted the gun, and twisted his wrist, "You're just being stubborn!"

If it weren't for the situation on Kil's side, he would have killed the female FBI agent when he met her, and would not have brought her back for interrogation after she was seriously injured.

Moreover, after being shot, the other party even dislocated his hand...

"Calm down, Alex." Angostura walked over and patted Alex on the shoulder. "This woman may be more useful dead than alive...right, Vermouth?"

Vermouth, who had just walked in from outside and was called, did not reply to him. She silently moved aside to make room for the person behind her. "Regarding the treatment of this woman, I think you should reconsider it?"

Angostura raised an eyebrow: "What is there to consider? Do you have any better ideas - Gin?"

He turned and looked behind Vermouth.

……

Gin changed into a jet-black outfit at some point, followed Vermouth into the room, and looked around the room.

Angostura was not surprised by Gin's arrival - after all, Vermouth had also said he would come a dozen minutes ago. "What's wrong? Can't contact her accomplices?"

Gin looked around, and after making everyone else lower their heads involuntarily, he walked to a sofa and sat down.

The traces of the bomb he detonated here last time have disappeared, and the furniture seems to have been replaced with new ones. It seems that Angostra intends to use this remote temporary base for a long time.

but……

Gin glanced at Judy, who was tied to a chair and secretly observing him, and his mind was constantly calculating.

On the way here, he had been thinking about how to deal with the other party's problem.

From a completely third-party perspective, the FBI people were caught by them, and on the organization's side, their 'right-hand man' Kiel was also most likely captured by the FBI... To be honest, this is a great opportunity to provoke conflict. To describe the current situation in a more vivid way, it is probably that two people slapped each other in the face, and what will happen next depends entirely on the strength of the two slaps - that is, how both sides should deal with the issue of 'prisoners'.

Needless to say, as long as there were no special circumstances, the agent named Judy would be basically dead. There were few precedents of keeping the enemy alive in the organization.
The FBI, on the other hand, will most likely do whatever it takes to extract relevant information from Keel, although there is no clear evidence to prove that Keel was captured by the FBI...

But considering today's unexpected incident, the organization does not need any evidence on this point.

"Tsk! The method you mentioned is totally useless. The FBI is very cunning. Even if we use this woman's phone to call, no one will answer." Angostura glanced at Gin and didn't find anything unusual before continuing, "In short, this woman is no longer of any use..."

Gin raised his eyes: "So you want Vermouth to disguise herself?"

Angostura took out a throwing knife and looked sharp: "What? Do you have a problem?"

"I think you should find out about the FBI. They know Vermouth's ability to disguise herself. It would be useless even if Vermouth pretends to be this woman." Gin turned his eyes to Judy.

The main point that bothered him was that he had some impression of Judy.

It's not just the impression in the original work, but also that, due to balance issues, the Five Star Team had already put Judy in the protection circle... otherwise, Jing wouldn't have appeared in front of Vermouth and saved her.

However, the last incident was planned, this time it was a complete emergency...

How to choose the lesser of two evils is a philosophical question.

"Whether it's useful or not is up to me! Gin, don't forget that I'm your boss! Watch your words!"

Angostura didn't care at all about demonstrating his authority in front of outsiders.

However, Gin was speechless about this guy's strange habit. Noticing Judy's strange look, he decisively chose to maintain a little image in front of outsiders and changed the subject: "Then? What is your chosen method of 'execution'?"

"Good question!"

Angostura waved his hand, and the flying knife suddenly "swished" and nailed in front of Anderburg: "Execution, burning at the stake, water torture and bloodletting... Anbu! Have you finished writing it?"

(End of this chapter)