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

"I think you misunderstood me, Stella."

Gin could feel that Angostra actually also had the idea of ​​cleaning up the remaining FBI forces.

He just smiled coldly, "I didn't say that we should take action against those who slipped through the net, but... we can't not be prepared to guard against those people."

"Don't forget, the FBI has help now."

Gin added, "It's hard to guarantee that the FBI has reached some kind of agreement with those masked men. They might reveal the things going on at the organization's headquarters to the masked men... If they take advantage of the chaos in Europe to attack us, we can't be unprepared."

“…That’s true.” Angostura couldn’t refute this.

He is still thinking about the group of masked men who blew up the base...

Up to now, the real culprit has not been caught, and it has not been found out who leaked the clues of the base.

Angostra had suspected Gin before, but in this matter, he could not find any connection between Gin and this matter.

Moreover, Gin was quite active in cleaning up the FBI and the masked man, and Angostra almost doubted his own judgment.

Angostura thought about it and felt that there was a certain probability that the FBI and the masked men would fight back against them, but he still didn't understand: "How can you be so sure?"

This is a mystery. Why does Gin believe that the FBI and the masked man will definitely take action against them as he promised?

Although he was only speculating, it seemed to Angostra that Gin was certain that the FBI would make some small move.

Hearing this question, Gin swallowed a mouthful of potato chips, his expression slightly solemn, and he wanted to write a long essay about his grievances with the FBI...

"Wait! You'd better stop talking." Angostura suddenly stopped talking, waved his hand, and continued eating spicy noodles. "Anyway, if a direct conflict really breaks out, you will be responsible for explaining it to the boss."

Gin sighed, and swallowed the story he had just made up in disappointment, and said calmly: "Don't worry, the boss won't blame us... You should know the truth that 'a general is not subject to military orders when he is away from home'."

The unscrupulous boss in Europe is probably too busy to care about them.

Even if the headquarters behind blocked this...

It is hard to say who will have the final say in the organization in the future.

"You'd better be careful with people other than the FBI." Gin put away the remaining snacks, leaving only an unopened bag of potato chips on the table. "Those from the CIA and SIS may not pose any direct threat, but they are also potential risks."

Angostura suddenly glared at him, "Hey! Is this how you talk to your boss? Are you telling me what to do?"

"...Yes, yes, yes." Gin rolled his eyes, not wanting to pay attention to this guy who was acting crazy from time to time. "If it's okay, I'll leave."

"It's time for you to go. Get rid of the remaining half of these dishonest guys!"

Gin shrugged as a response, then walked out of the bar, shaking his silver hair.

The Porsche on the roadside had been waiting for him for a long time. Gin opened the back door and got in directly.

"...Brother, where are we going?"

in the driver's seat.

Vodka was obviously startled by the 'sudden appearance' of Gin.

However, because of the sound of the door opening, he was not too scared, but his speech was a little stuttered.

But what was unusual was that Gin did not quickly decide on their next destination. Instead, he took out his tablet and swiped it twice, then looked at the map. Without even looking up, he said, "Let's find a secluded place to park first. This place is too sunny."

He was now used to this tricky day and weather.

With the order from his elder brother, Vodka had a goal even without a clear destination. He started the car and drove steadily towards the nearest old park... Gin was sitting in the car, also busy every moment.

First, text messages were sent to some idle members, such as Cohen, Chianti and Vermouth, asking them to help clear the mission targets.

Considering the current situation, he also reminded Belmode to be careful, but he only got a ruthless "?" in reply.

But after a while, Vermouth sent another text message:
[Am I exposed? Or are you exposed? ——VM]

Gin quickly typed a reply: [It will probably be soon, stay safe and don’t waste time - Gin]

【? ? ?
Wait, you better explain to me what's going on? ——VM】

[Stella called me over today... He is investigating the Five Star Group now, but there is not much progress. You have also seen the message sent by that unscrupulous guy. He is mainly testing my reaction to this matter. It is reasonable that the things in the headquarters will not be disclosed to us, especially with the suspicious personality of the boss... Either the situation in Europe is more tense than I expected, or that guy wants to use this opportunity to eliminate more outliers.

But no matter which situation it is, this is a great opportunity. Europe is in chaos and the boss has no chance to extend his influence here. The organization is likely to take action in the near future.

Success or failure depends on this one move. ——Gin】

It took some time to edit such a long paragraph.

It took a minute or two before Vermouth replied.

[Are you sure it's ok? ——VM]

[Don't worry, you won't die. ——Gin]

[? ? ? Forget it, just plan it out. By the way, when did you change your habit of texting? ——VM]

[Last time, Xie gave me a signal jammer... Also, I'm worried about bugs. - Gin]

After sending the last text message, Gin looked at the time and found that it was almost time.

"Vodka, drive south."

"Eh?" Vodka was still thinking about how long to stay under the shade of the tree when he heard Gin's instructions, "Brother, where are you going?"

"…You go first."

Gin opened the map again, glanced at it, and began to report the location, "Stop near Toriyacho 3-chome 9th Street, no more than five minutes;
Stop at 217 Beido-cho -chome for just a minute or two;
And Nishitama District..."

Vodka almost couldn't remember the series of place names.

Although he remembered it in the end, he was still confused as to why he had to stay in these unremarkable places.

But after all, it was his eldest brother's idea, so he would definitely not go wrong if he obeyed it. Therefore, Vodka did not ask any more questions.

Of course, the place names mentioned by Gin in the newspaper are not groundless.

He was reading out the contents of a text message sent from an unknown number on his phone.

'Those FBI guys are still not jumping around enough...'

Gin turned off his phone, looked out the window at the bright sunshine and vibrant city environment, and curled the corners of his mouth.

We need to put more pressure on the FBI so that they will have to fight to the death.

——All of these locations where messages were sent from unknown numbers, without exception.

They are all hiding places for some small fish fry.