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

London, England.

"Boss! This might be a trick of the enemy. Don't trust it!"

The butler with a haggard face looked at the person in front of him, his tone full of anxiety.

The old man in front of him put down his phone with trembling hands, his eyes a little dazed by the stimulation of the screens around him.

"This is not a trick."

The old man looked frail, but his voice was full of energy. After turning off the surrounding display screens, his eyes looked very sharp, not like an old man at all. "I can't believe that this little fish who fled in panic actually knew such a secret."

This is where the organization's headquarters is located.

But few people know where this place is...

Even the old man himself occasionally forgets where he is, and sometimes he needs to look at a map to recall - because he has not set foot out of this territory for decades.

"But it's the boss!"

The butler, who was much younger than the old man, was a little anxious. "Think about it, that guy has never been exposed to the core secrets of the organization... How could he suddenly know everything two years after leaving the organization? This might be a trick!"

The old man picked up the cane beside him, slowly stood up, and sneered: "I'm afraid? No, this must be a trick!"

He pounded the floor twice, his voice a little breathless, perhaps because of excitement:
"But I can't afford any mistakes! That secret... must not be leaked out!"

There was a hot light flashing in those old eyes.

He knew very well that the person who called him could not have been the FBI's intention... there was another powerful force behind it!
Perhaps, it is those masked people who never dare to show their faces in public.

Moreover, this time the other party did not even bother to play any tricks or schemes, but directly threatened him with his most important secret - this was an open conspiracy.

If he didn't agree to the other party's request, the secret he had kept for a long time might really be made public, at least in front of those people from MI6 and the FBI...

Driven by interests, the situation may not be as simple as the current minor conflicts.

If things go wrong, a war might really break out...

However, when the real national war machine emerges, the organization's foundation will seem insignificant, and it will be a big question whether it can still exist at that time.

He also had no doubt that the mask organization must have spies in Europe.

...Oh, maybe we should call them the 'Five-Star Group'?
"What a strange name." The old man had the same thought when he learned the name of the organization.

Of course, on the surface, in order to keep the secret, he will act the way those people want him to, but that doesn't mean he can't do tricks in secret.

The butler seemed to know the importance of the 'secret' and immediately became distressed, "Then, Boss, what should we do now?

If we continue to delay, those people in MI6 will definitely find out something is wrong, and the headquarters will be in danger of falling..."

"Call up."

"…Call, who to call?"

"Angostra." The old man slowly read out a code name with a calm look, "Tell him what those people want and let him find a way to deal with it."

Those people must know that MI6 is not attacking their real headquarters, so they dare to make such a request.

The housekeeper was stunned: "Leave it to them... Is that okay?"

The old man looked calm:

"Let's hold off the enemy there as long as possible, and transfer resources here as quickly as possible.

If you really can't delay it, let those people go to the south. I believe they will be interested in that old immortal."

He paused, "You are the person I trust the most, don't let me down."

The butler's body trembled slightly and he lowered his head:
"Yes! As you wish."

He could hardly control his heartbeat.

The boss's meaning was clear: those Japanese members were treated as abandoned pawns, and their only value was in exchange for the survival of the organization.

Even though the butler felt that there was no need to do so, but... he knew this person's character very well.

Can……

"That's all the hard work of the organization!"

When the butler dialed the phone, his heart was still bleeding. Although there are not many members in Japan, the proportion of elites is much higher than here in Europe, because the environment here is too comfortable for others except those who come from the training ground...

The housekeeper's thoughts didn't last long, as the phone was connected.

He immediately turned on the voice changer, adjusted his voice to a synthetic sound, and reluctantly gave the order: "Angostra, there is one thing I need you to do..."

While he was on the phone, the old man stood quietly beside him, motionless, like a stubborn clay sculpture.

……

Japan, Tokyo, underground base.

Angostura listened to the content on the phone with no expression on his face. He just clenched the hand holding the phone tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand were exposed.

The person on the other end of the phone paused, perhaps not noticing his slightly heavy breathing, and asked, "Any other questions?"

"...No, I haven't." Angostura took a deep breath, "I will follow your orders, Boss."

"Well..." The voice on the other end of the phone revealed a hint of satisfaction, "I believe you can handle everything. Don't let me down, Angostura."

"Yes."

The last 'yes' was almost forced out by him as he tried to suppress the urge to lose his temper.

When the call ended, Angostura simply slammed the phone.

And because he used too much force, the entire phone broke into pieces and even the chip fell out - fortunately this was a spare phone.

It broke, so I just got a new one.

Anderburger came up silently, picked up the pieces on the ground, threw them into the trash can, and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"tonight."

Angostura remained expressionless for the first time. "At midnight, go to the North District to negotiate."

"with who?"

"Akai Shuichi."

……

In a villa in Beika-cho 2-chome.

Shuichi Akai slowly put down his phone and watched the originally bright screen turn into a mess of garbled characters.

——This is Noah’s protection measure for the information on his mobile phone.

Of course, Shuichi Akai also knew that now he might have no secrets at all in front of the Five-Star Team.

He put his phone on the table and realized that his palms were sweating.

"Will it really work if I say this?" Akai Shuichi was still a little skeptical.

He looked at the note lying quietly in his other hand:
[Crow Family, I already know the Palace of Eternal Life that you are looking for. Your sins are buried underground in Yingri... On behalf of my forces, I declare to you that at midnight, on the ruins of the northern district of Tokyo, you must make a deal with me, otherwise, the Palace of Eternal Life will be revealed to the world.

From now on, if you continue with your plans for mi6, you will also lose everything you have now.

It's up to you to decide what to choose. I believe that you will make the right choice for the Karasuma family.

You will learn from your mistakes. 】

Shuichi Akai called the boss's private phone at headquarters directly through Noah.

Except for the last idiom...it should be an idiom, which is a bit confusing, the rest of the content is very clear.

There were some parts that Shuichi Akai didn't quite understand, but the blatant threat contained therein was very prominent.

Therefore, from the moment Shuichi Akai got the note, he was very worried - would this unyielding organization really compromise and negotiate with them because of the contents of this note?
Akai Shuichi was really skeptical.

Of course, in addition to this, he was also worried about——

If the boss really compromises.

Then he probably has no choice... After all, all the organization's anger is definitely focused on him.