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

Chapter 699: An Insincere Organization
Shuichi Akai avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and even surveillance equipment, and came to the Kita District from Beika Town. No one knew how he did it, except himself.

Maybe satellites too.

However, he himself said that he did not want to experience flying high again... Even though it seemed very cool to watch various superheroes flying in the sky in the movies, he did not want to experience it again.

After all, she was flying actively, and he was flying passively...

The time now is ten o'clock.

Akai Shuichi glanced at his watch and once again couldn't suppress his restless mood, so he began to walk around in the dusty hall.

He had only a pistol and the shotgun he was most comfortable with.

"Ok?"

Akai Shuichi suddenly seemed to sense something and abruptly turned his head towards the door where moonlight was shining.

……coming!
……

The clouds and fog completely blocked the last bit of stubbornness of the moon, forcing it to hide in the snow.

Gin stood in the shadow of a loophole less than two hundred meters away from the ruins, listening to the sounds nearby all the time. He held the Beretta in his left hand, with a silencer already installed, ready to fire a burst of bullets if he spotted any suspicious person.

But unfortunately, Gin just walked around the nearby alleys twice and didn't find any trace of other people.

Not to mention that this place was originally sparsely populated. The bombing of the base caused quite a stir, and the few residents nearby also felt that this place was a place of trouble, so they moved away if they could...

As for why Gin started taking action at this point?
joke.

If you, Shuichi Akai, say it’s midnight, then it’s midnight. Doesn’t their organization have any face?
The organizer's idea is simple: find the person, and either kill him or take him away, and that's it.

And the so-called negotiations?

From the moment he received the call from Angostra, Gin knew that no one in the organization, from the boss to their level, took the so-called "talk" seriously.

Negotiations at 12 o'clock, right?
Okay, then they should prepare in advance and surround the people to see who wants to talk.

but……

None of this has anything to do with gin.

After all, he is just a worker, right?
After comforting himself, Gin took out his cell phone with his right hand and began to ask about the other Vodkas as usual.

But at this moment, Gin's ears suddenly moved.

'call out'--

A very slight sound of breaking air came from the east, on the other side of the ruins.

Because it was a bit far away, the sound was not very clear... but Gin could still tell that it was the sound of gunfire.

And it is the unique smoothbore sound when the pistol is equipped with a silencer.

"Are you going to take action so soon?"

Gin narrowed his eyes, with a hint of murderous intent emanating from him, and quickly sent text messages to Vodka and several others.

Then, a phone call came in:

"Gin, the target location is at three o'clock. My people lost contact there..."

"I've heard the sound." Gin grinned, "At ten o'clock."

The call was from Angostura, and Gin didn't expect that he could use the human wave tactic to exclude people so efficiently. But Gin was very curious, where did everyone else go?
Is there really only one Akai Shuichi?

Gin absolutely didn't believe it.

Angostura raised his voice slightly. "You've heard it? Then why are you still wasting time? Hurry up and get that silver bullet... get it into the interrogation room! My men are on their way to surround you."

It can be heard that what Angostra originally wanted to say was to kill him quickly...

Gin sneered, "Are you okay? Just because one member can't be contacted, what does that mean? Can you be sure how many people are there? Are there no ambushes around?
You also believe the lies that the traitor came alone to negotiate with us?"

Although he said no, Gin's body still moved forward honestly, but not far away from the safe zone he had planned for himself.

Gin had not lied to Vermouth before, so he really didn't know what the other side's action plan was. He just came to a small conclusion through his own reasoning, and the rest... he could only prove it after it happened.

Therefore, as a loyal member of the organization, Gin is very worried that there may be murderous intentions hidden in the quiet suburbs of the North District. He is worried that dozens of fully armed masked men may suddenly jump out from the corners.

"What are you afraid of? We are so many in number, why should we be afraid of the FBI? Oh, you are worried about those masked men, right? Don't worry, as long as you can lead them out, I will definitely use your ashes... I will definitely avenge you!"

Gin: "..." He guessed that Angostra meant to scatter his ashes?

The two of them cursed at each other for a few more times before Gin put away his phone with an expressionless face.

In just one minute, he detoured from the original ten o'clock direction to the twelve o'clock direction.

At the same time, his aura was completely released, forming a human detector - as long as there was a living person within twenty meters of Gin, there was no one who could not hide.

In some ways, it's better than night vision goggles.

……

"No. 013, confirm the six o'clock direction again."

"No. 027, watch the intersection at three o'clock..."

"No. 121, one o'clock alley... What? Someone's passing by? What kind of person?
Oh, silver hair? That's fine."

On the street next to the original base, a black sedan was parked carelessly on the side of the road, seemingly not afraid of being noticed at all.

Angostura was holding a list and chattering into the intercom...

He is actually a little tired now: temporarily mobilizing more than a hundred people, and commanding them in real time, is definitely not just a simple physical job... because he cannot explain the task situation in too much detail, and those who are mobilized cannot be too low-level, and at least have some strong abilities, but these people tend to have their own ideas.

Now three poor fellows who were in charge of liaisons at Angostura have been shot for being too naughty and disobeying orders...

After continuing to contact the dozens of people under his management, Angostura felt a little dry in the mouth.

Although the personnel have been dispersed and managed, it is still tiring to talk to dozens of people at a time.

The members of these organizations were not specialized operatives. Some were intelligence agents, and some were criminals with criminal records but who were still obedient. Therefore, the tasks assigned to these people were not very core. They were at least 500 to 600 yards away from here, and all observation depended on telescopes...

"But what on earth is wrong with the FBI this time?"

Angostura picked up his phone and sent a text message to his people, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

They are directly threatening the boss...what's the point?
In other words, what does the person behind this want?

Do you really think that you can act recklessly just because you have a group of masked men of unknown origin backing you up?
That's just right.

He also wanted to see what the people in that organization were capable of!
(End of this chapter)