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

Chapter 669: Anderburg's Problem Record

When Gin asked Vodka to take a drive.

Let's switch scenes to the bar he left earlier.

There were only two people left in the bar.

Angostura tore open the only remaining bag of potato chips that Gin had left on the table and began to harass his teammates.

"Amb! Get up!"

His method of harassment was very simple, which was to repeatedly rub torn plastic bags against the other person's ears.

The 'sizzling' sound will give you goose bumps if you listen to it for a long time...

This way of moaning is really cruel.

But Angostura did not feel that he was being cruel and continued to rub the plastic with all his might.

Seeing his teammates still lying on the table like dead pigs, he had no choice but to use his ultimate move:

"Hey! Anbu, if you don't get up, I'll eat all the chips, believe it or not?"

The voice just fell.

The potato chips in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Angostura was stunned for a moment, his eyes twitching slightly, and he looked at Anderburger speechlessly as he began to eat potato chips. "Tsk, did you never sleep in your previous life? How can you sleep so well?"

"…You disturbed my hearing."

Anderburg stuffed a potato chip into his mouth expressionlessly and pointed to his ear.

He had a small in-ear headset in his ear.

"Oh ah..." Angostura said in a long tone, "Are you listening to the English reading and listening test? CET-4 or CET-6?"

Anderborg calmly replied: "Special Eight."

Angostura: "..."

"You didn't forget your native language after spending a few years in Japan, did you?"

"No, I'm taking Japanese listening lessons."

“Is there a CET-8 for Japanese listening?”

"Now I have it." Anderburg said confidently.

Angostura, who was choked, chose to refuse to continue the fight with his teammates. He quickly snatched a potato chip from his palm and threw it into his mouth, chewing it while saying, "How do you listen? Is there anything wrong?"

"no problem."

Anderburg took off his headphones, took out a recorder from his pocket and placed it on the table, his face expressionless, "Gin's hostility towards the FBI and the masked man tentatively named 'Five Star Group' does not seem fake, and his caution and vigilance seem to be genuine."

"……Gone?"

"Gone."

After receiving a positive response from his teammates, Angostura leaned against the table like a frustrated ball, muttering quietly, "Sure enough, this method of probing is unreliable... But which side is he on?"

Anderberg looked at his depressed teammates, thought for a moment, and suggested: "Let Grenz do the hypnosis?"

"Tsk! If he can hypnotize Gin, I'll call him dad. Do you believe it?" Angostura rolled his eyes, expressing his disapproval of this bad idea. "Forget it, Gin is an old fox. This simple test may be useless... What a pity. It would be great if we could find out which group he is on."

"Could it be that he simply wants to leave the organization?" Anderburg continued to speculate.

This time Angostura did not deny him, but smacked his lips and said in an inexplicable tone: "If he wants to leave the organization, do you think he will be like those small fish and shrimps who can't stay in the organization?

It is impossible for Gin to be like those people who want to escape by taking some money or information as their bargaining chips, or taking nothing and running away, thinking that the organization will never find them again.

If I were Gin, and wanted to leave the organization, I would definitely first find a way to wear down the living forces around me, and then wait for the right time... Hmm?"

As Angostura spoke, his expression became more and more strange, and finally he just stopped.

Wait, could it be...

"Stella?"

Anderburger tilted his head in confusion when he saw his teammates suddenly fall silent. Are his teammates also starting to act as riddlers?
"...Oh, nothing." Angostura came back to his senses, but did not continue to make assumptions. He asked calmly, "What else?"

Anderburg tilted his head to the other side, "What?"

"Um, Curly Teddy, is there anything wrong with him?"

"His name is not Curly Teddy, his name is Sparta."

Anderburger corrected a wrong answer, which was still wrong even after the correction, but he himself did not realize it. "There was nothing wrong with him, but he seemed a little excited when he mentioned the public security."

Angostura touched his chin and thought of a possibility: "Could it be that he is an undercover agent sent into the organization by the public security department?"

Anderburger munched on potato chips. "Why can't he be the one who wants to be an undercover agent in the police department? If he was an undercover agent in the police department, he wouldn't have refused so straightforwardly when you mentioned that 'there might be information about the masked man in the police department'."

"Okay, okay, I'll just assume that what you said makes sense." Angostura leaned back in his chair with a look of melancholy, potato chips in one hand and a wine glass in the other. "You better keep this recorder. I need to continue listening when I get back."

"Okay." Anderburg agreed straightforwardly, then took out a notebook, "Stella, I think I need to remind you."

"Go ahead."

"We are not a monolithic group internally, you need to be more careful." Anderburg's calm voice revealed a hint of earnestness, "Because of the mission, Alex had been working with Claret and Kiel for a long time, and the latter two were originally Gin's capable subordinates, especially Claret, who respected Gin very much;
We need to consider the possibility that if Gin betrays, Clarette will follow him and lead Alex astray.

Also, after we rescued Keel from the FBI, she was in a much worse state than before... During the period of being supervised by Grenz, she showed some lack of confidence in some issues and to some extent, and this behavior was not obvious. If Grenz had not been proficient in human nature and was sensitive to people's emotional changes, he might not have been able to detect it. "

After a brief pause, Anderburg looked at his teammates who had lost all hope in life and continued:

“Also, Grenz deliberately concealed certain aspects.

In the last sweep against the FBI, when summarizing the operation, he not only expressed his regret for not catching the 'silver bullet', but also some enthusiasm when he heard the 'masked man'...

Although there is a slight gap in strength between him and the 'Silver Bullet' Akai Shuichi, the other party is carrying a burden. It is impossible for Grenz to lose him. I think he must be hiding something."

Anderburg's notebook contains records of possible problems that the organization may currently be facing.

"No more?" Angostra glanced at his notebook.

Anderburg paused and turned the page. "There's more."

Angostura closed his eyes in despair. "Oh my god, why didn't you tell me this in the base?"

"I'm afraid there's a bug."

"…You think that's all, don't you?"

Angostura was very upset and took out his throwing knife.

The reflection of the blade flashed before Anderburgh's eyes...

'Dong~'

The bartender standing at the bar fell on the counter, his head against the table, and the tip of the knife protruded from the back of his head.

Just one look and you'll know this guy is beyond saving.

Angostura withdrew his hand. "Okay, keep talking. Speak quickly and give me a quick answer."

"it is good."

Anderburg nodded and quickened his pace:
"In addition to Grenz, Pino also has some big problems. From his historical data, he was basically an intelligence officer with little presence in the Gin Group and rarely participated in actual operations... But after being transferred here, he obviously participated in more missions. The reason is questionable."

"And Ireland, which is often visited for the purpose of finding traces of Chablis..."

"Tequila has never appeared in Tokyo..."

"Vermouth, who appears to be firmly on Gin's side..."

Bombarded with a bunch of news, Angostura sadly raised his head and looked up at the chandelier at a 45-degree angle.

Well, he knew that all of his 'own people' had ulterior motives, so he stopped talking...

After a long while, Angostura sighed:
"There aren't many loyal people like me in the organization."

Anderborg, "..."

Please have some shame.

(End of this chapter)