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

Chapter 674 Please Tell Me Your Purpose

Under the weak, pitiful, helpless and terrified gaze of little Comrade Alexser.

Gin and Angostura finally put away their tense and murderous aura.

It is indeed inappropriate for two superiors to fight openly in public.

"Okay, I was planning to have them investigate these places. Since you're so considerate and have come over here, you can tell me the intelligence there."

Angostura raised his chin.

He was absolutely certain that Gin must have his own source of intelligence.

But he is not the kind of blindly loyal person in the organization. Even if Gin has other channels, he still has to make good use of them...

Unless there is real evidence of his 'betrayal'.

The others also turned their eyes to Gin.

Because the opposing force fields of the two people disappeared, the rest of the people also resumed their sparse standing positions.

But Kiel's gaze was still a little unnatural.

Gin sensed some of Gil's emotional fluctuations before he withdrew his aura. He lit a candle for this poor undercover colleague in his heart and took out a pen from his pocket and pointed it at the map. "I have currently determined where some of the remaining FBI forces live... They are hiding very deep, and I only know the approximate location."

Angostura looked at Gin and crossed out the points he circled on the map, and raised an eyebrow, "Are these the places?"

"No, none of the ones I drew are from this." Gin's words made Angostura choke for a long time, "They are from other forces."

"...Huh?" Angostura was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Wait, you mean, people other than the FBI? You fucking knew about this, too?"

Gin sneered, "Nonsense, those pufferfish have been wandering in Tokyo's rivers for a long time, how could I not know about it?"

Angostura's eyes narrowed:
"Fuck, there are pufferfish in Tokyo's rivers? How come I didn't know that? Can we eat it?"

"…I was just talking about metaphors. Can you please focus on something more normal?"

There were several black lines on Gin's forehead and he looked speechless.

He recalled the time when he had invited these two guys to dinner. It turned out that Angostura was also a foodie.

After being speechless for a while, he quickly returned to the topic, "However, there are some places where I am not sure if there are traces of those people's activities. However, my whereabouts today must have alarmed them, and I think they will take action soon."

"As for those people other than the FBI...they are staying in Japan, most likely to monitor our actions. It would be best to send some people to keep an eye on them and deal with them when we have the strength to do so."

"But I have no control over how to do it."

Gin said the last sentence in a very nonchalant manner, as if to say, "Do whatever you want, it's none of his business anyway."

But in fact, he has already made clear the subsequent plans.

It even gave others the illusion that the FBI and other forces were there to deal with the organization, and that they had to do something...

Angostura had also realized one thing long ago:
Gin sometimes consciously or unconsciously guides their thinking, and thinks there is nothing wrong with it...

But this in itself is very problematic.

He now wanted to find out whether Gin's purpose in guiding their thoughts in this way was what he thought.

Angostura lowered his eyes and hid his thoughts where no one could see them.

Only Gin looked at him with a sense of something as he left.

……

Beika-cho 3-chome.

into the night.

Hiroki Sawada went to the kitchen and brought out a cup of water and placed it on the coffee table. "Mr. Akai, please drink some water first."

“…Ah, thank you.”

Shuichi Akai came back to his senses from his trance, said thank you and took the cup of water.

After a brief pause, he asked, "Mr. Lin, are you back so late?"

He was somewhat confused and wanted to find Lie to confirm it, but he waited for several hours and no one came back. As for the phone call... he didn't know if Lie had blocked his number, so no one answered the call no matter how many times he called.

Hiroki, who had done his best to entertain the guests on behalf of Lie, was about to go upstairs to write code. He paused after hearing this, turned around, and answered naturally: "That's not the case. Uncle Lie stays at home most of the time. Unless there is something important that requires his son to go out, it is rare for him to come home so late."

"Important things?" Akai Hide's eyes flashed, "Well, Hiroki, do you know what Mr. Lin is going to do today?"

Although he knew that Hiroki was not an ordinary child, he still had some hope that he could get something out of him.

However, Hiroki had no intention of hiding it, so he said casually:

"Either they went somewhere to plant bombs, or they went somewhere to get supplies."

Akai Shuichi: "...?"

Install, bombs? Restock?
Is this stuff serious?

Well, maybe he shouldn't have asked that question.

Before going up, Hiroki seemed to think that it was a bit inappropriate to let Akai Shuichi stay alone for so long, and thought for a while, "Mr. Akai, if you really have something urgent... I can help you convey it to Uncle Lie."

At present, they have reached a cooperative relationship with the FBI...or rather, only with Shuichi Akai himself, so convenience in certain matters is still possible.

However, Akai Shuichi shook his head and said, "It's okay. I can wait a little longer."

Anyway, his colleagues have James to help coordinate, so they don't need him for the time being. He has nothing to do at the moment, so staying longer can save some water and electricity bills for his rented house...

why not?

Akai Shuichi was very happy.

Seeing this, Hiroki didn't say anything more. He boiled a kettle of water and went upstairs with the instant noodles.

After waiting for several hours, Akai Shuichi finally arrived not long after.

"Thump~thumpthumpthump~"

Lie hummed a little tune as he opened the door and came in, but for a moment he didn't notice that there was another person in the house.

After he put away all the bags, he noticed Akai Shuichi who was looking at him in amazement.

Blinked, "Hey~Xiao Xiuxiu? Why are you here?"

"...I came to see you, Mr. Lin. I have something to tell you."

The corner of Akai Shuichi's eye twitched, and his attention was completely attracted by the bags that Lie threw on the ground.

These……

Aren't they all bombs?

What is this trying to do!?

"Hmm? Something?" Lie's eyes lit up, "Is there something?"

Akai Shuichi: "?"

Please be a human being.

Lie clapped his hands, stuffed the mask hanging on his head into one of the sacks, stuffed the gray coat into another bag, and disinfected himself with alcohol all over his body before sitting down on the sofa and extending his hand to make a gesture of invitation: "Come on~ Please tell me your purpose~
Oh, and there have been some changes to our services and prices.

As for now, the starting price for any consultation is 50,000 yen. We will not sell any information, but only accept equivalent exchange.
There is also a new limited-time event! The bomb is only five million yuan, you can't afford to lose or be fooled...

Ah~ Of course you can buy on credit if you don’t have money, the interest rate is 5% a day~”

Akai Shuichi: "..."

Can he say it's dark?
Taking a deep breath, Akai Shuichi tried his best to ignore the bags of unknown objects, looked into Rei's eyes, and said seriously:

"Mr. Lin, what plans do you, or you guys, have?"

"Hmm?" Lie tilted his neck and started to act cute, "What plan? I don't understand what you are talking about~"

"You specifically told us the information about the Ooka family because you wanted to send us to Osaka, right?"

Akai Shuichi stared at him, "Because from the beginning, you never made it clear that the organization's actions must have some connection with the Ooka family."

(End of this chapter)