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

Tokyo.

Tonight is a cold winter night.

The moon in the night sky is exceptionally bright, and its moonlight is as clear as a silver thread. The cool light brings a hint of warmth to people living at night...but in fact it is just a psychological effect.

Gin was wearing the timeless black windbreaker, with black politeness suppressed on his head, and got out of the Porsche with Vodka.

"Coordinates are located in the North District, Chianti and Cohen, go to Changji Street to find a place to ambush."

“Sizzle~Yes…”

The instant messaging signal was not very good, but Gin didn't take it seriously.

After hearing the accurate responses from Chianti and Cohen on the channel, he temporarily turned off the walkie-talkie.

There are still more than three hours until midnight.

Gin's current location is not on the ruins of the previously bombed base - there were some old abandoned buildings on the base, which collapsed when the base was bombed, but due to the touching efficiency of the officials, the place has not been cleared yet, and the ruins are still ruins, but the police have removed the fence.

He was still relatively close to the edge, looking at the moon in the sky, thinking for a while, and making a phone call.

"Ireland, where are you?" Gin kept his voice cold and asked about the itinerary of someone he hadn't known for a long time.

Ireland is still his subordinate, but he seems to have not paid attention to him for a long time, which is indeed a bit unfair.

Maybe Angostura paid more attention to it than he did.

Ireland hadn't received a call from Gin in a long time, and his voice sounded a little surprised, "I'm in Toyama Prefecture now... What's the mission?"

"...What are you doing there?" Gin paused, "You received an email from the boss before, right?"

On the phone, Ireland's gruff voice paused for a few seconds, as if thinking about which question to answer first.

"My... my boss's email? Oh, it's about Europe? Don't worry, I acted very carefully and never exposed my identity." After a slight pause, "I'm in Toyama Prefecture, still looking for the missing people... Chablis and Bourbon should not be in the hands of the police. I don't believe they will disappear silently."

Gin looked deep in his eyes, "Think positively, Ireland. What if they are just dead?"

"..." Ireland was choked, and it took him a long time to recover, "It's not like there's no body left..."

"It may have been towed away for cremation, or thrown into the sea to feed sharks... Besides, it has been so long, it will rot if it is buried in one place."

Ireland:"……"

Why does it feel like Gin is secretly warning him about something?

Ireland actually knew that his persistent search for Chablis and Bourbon had caused dissatisfaction among some people, and even his boss had some opinions about him.

But he didn't quite understand. The person who wanted to find Chablis and the others in the first place was also the boss...

But in the end, he really tried his best to look for it, but the boss told him implicitly not to do it again...

Maybe Gin is now reminding him in disguise?
"...Okay, I get it." Ireland sighed, "I'll just take a look around Toyama and then go back."

Listening to this voice full of sadness and helplessness, a colon popped up on Gin's forehead: What is this Irish guy thinking about?

I thought for two seconds, but to no avail.

Gin decided to give up thinking, "There's no need to come back."

Ireland: “…what?”

"Tomorrow, maybe you can go to Shizuoka, which is near Yokohama." Gin said in an inexplicable voice with some strange emotions, "Maybe you will find something special."

"...?!"

Ireland on the other end of the line was shocked.

But before he could say anything, Gin hung up the phone without any hesitation. I guess the people in Ireland were still a little confused.

Afterwards, Gin called and said hello to Tequila, who had been free for many years.

Listening to the other person's tears of joy, Gin felt a little unnatural for once... To be honest, he really didn't mean to throw Tequila so far away, but this guy was really easy to do.

Gin had even changed the fund submission point to his own people, but he still diligently handed in the money he extorted on time - in other words, to put it simply, all the money that originally belonged to the organization was handed over to the Five-Star Group by Tequila.

Although Tequila himself is unaware of this, Gin still thinks he is a very useful tool.

After solemnly promising on the phone that he would promote the other party to a higher position after a while, Gin hung up the phone again.

Neither man was notified of the emergency operation.

It seems that Angostra realized something and became cautious... Maybe even Kiel didn't receive the news?

Gin thought about it again and again, and finally did not make another call to confirm the matter.

"What a shame. Even if I'm on guard, what's the use?"

Gin let out a few happy laughs in his heart.

How should I put it? In a sense, the situation this time is very similar to the previous "anti-FBI encirclement and suppression campaign" led by Chablis.

Of course, they are not exactly the same. The only difference is that the bait has changed from the FBI as a whole to Shuichi Akai alone, plus the entire Five Star Group.

This time, the members of the organization were also scattered, and the situation in Europe made many members restless.

During this period, Angostura probably cleared out a lot of restless little bugs...

In a sense, the organization fell into the same pit twice.

Well……

It seems like he dug them all?
"No, what does it have to do with me?" Gin suddenly realized that his thoughts were very dangerous, and quickly threw all those random thoughts out of his mind.

He is a loyal member of the organization, how could he possibly set a trap for the organization?

Gin began to brainwash himself.

Vodka, who was holding an electronic tablet next to him, looked up at his elder brother from time to time, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

His elder brother seemed to be showing some symptoms again... Should he take out the prepared medicine?
"...Brother, what should we do now?"

However, considering the side effects of the drugs, Vodka finally did not take out the drugs.

"Wait."

Gin sneered while holding a lollipop in his mouth, "It's still a while before midnight... just wait, Tokyo will definitely be lively soon."

He believed that Angostura must have his own countermeasures, but the latter would definitely not tell him.

As for the Metropolitan Police Department... he had also made arrangements with Jinpei Matsuda.

of course.

Vodka was completely confused by all these things and couldn't understand them at all.

He only knew one thing:

"Brother, are we really going to have a showdown with the FBI this time?"

Vodka was worried.

Gin smiled, "FBI? No, it may not be the FBI. Maybe it's just Akai Shuichi."

Vodka's sunglasses trembled twice, and he asked his real concern: "But, aren't we undercover?"

Gin: "..."

Asshole, don't say such an important thing directly!
It took him a long time to forget about this!!