Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 146 Underberg

"Don't you think the scenery here is very good?" Stella raised her arms to hug her, with an intoxicated look on her face, "Only at such a height can I feel the power to control the overall situation..."

"It turns out that you have such low self-esteem that you need to rely on a Ferris wheel to improve your status."

Anbu put away the sniper rifle indifferently and put on his guitar bag, "I suggest you go to the Himalayas, it's high there."

Stella: “…”

Gee, his partner is so ruthless.

Stella's expression was speechless for a while, then she quickly returned to being careless, admiring the scenery outside the window: "Speaking of which, Anbu, I remember you partnered with Gin before?"

"It's just a temporary team." Anbu leaned against the window with his guitar bag on his back, closing his eyes and taking a nap. "Although it was seventeen years ago... but he is much more stable than you."

'clang--'

As soon as he finished speaking, a flying knife was suddenly inserted into Anbu's face... on the glass window next to him.

Stella, the instigator, smiled and played with another throwing knife in her hand.

"You should know that I hate him very much, Anbu... He is only one year older than us, but he is appreciated by that adult."

Stella's eyes suddenly changed, she showed a sickly smile, and slashed her face hard.

Anbu didn't say anything at this moment, but silently pulled out the flying knife from his face and threw it back at him.

After probably being silent for a while, Anbu glanced at him strangely with his light blue eyes: "Why are you so crazy?"

Stella laughed lowly:

"Just before this mission, I received instructions from that adult... He asked us to prepare."

Anbu's expression changed.

"What preparation?"

“Ready to go to Japan at any time!”

Stella threw three more flying knives at the place where Anbu was originally standing - he really didn't want to throw Anbu, he was just venting his anger on the window directly opposite him.

"I, Angostura, finally, finally have this day... Do you know how long I have been looking forward to Underberg!?" Stella's expression was already distorted, "Japan! That one

My lord’s hometown! Damn it, that low-born Gin is so virtuous and capable that he has occupied the position of the general responsible for Japan for nearly twenty years!”

Anbu pulled out the throwing knife from the window again and threw it back, "Maybe it's because he has a good temper?"

Stella stopped throwing the throwing knife and looked at her partner with a strange look: "If you praise him again, do you believe I will turn you into a hedgehog?"

Anbu gave him a look of disdain: "Praise him? I'm just stating the facts, captain."

"You're not complimenting him?" Stella leaned forward.

"It doesn't count." Anbu looked calm.

"Then give me a compliment." Stella fell back on her seat.

Anbu pondered for five seconds: "People are beautiful and kind-hearted?"

Stella: “…?”

He looked at An Bu strangely, "You're probably gay."

Anbu had a cold face: "That's because you don't know how to appreciate beauty... Also, I'm not interested in men."

Stella shrugged, her expression clearly saying 'I don't believe it'.

"Hurry up and clear out the tasks that have been piled up recently. We must be ready to go to Japan at any time."

"I think you are going to usurp the throne..."

"Shut up, Anbu!"

——

The next day, Tokyo.

The organization base is located at the junction of Yoneka Town and Aipido.

Gin held the newspaper in one hand and the coffee in the other, looking at the table with half-moon eyes and turned on the hands-free mobile phone.

This mobile phone is a little different from before, but Gin has just noticed it - it seems to have changed a generation, unconsciously.

Because for a period of time, he kept track of time by looking at the calendar Noah gave him, rarely paying attention to the clock that had the year, month and day in the company...

Only now did he realize that time had jumped almost two years!

"Mirror, do you know? This is the feeling of a heart attack..." Gin sighed into the phone.

"I don't feel anything. It seems that your 'time-stop' plan is still effective."

On the other end of the phone was Jing, whom Gin rarely contacted via email. "So, you can call me from the base without fear of being discovered?"

Gin took a sip of coffee and said, "Then you are looking down on me too much... If the internal network surveillance is arranged, I will kill you without even calling you."

"Really?" Jing chuckled, "Okay, I'm going to be busy."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"Much better than you."

The phone hangs up.

Gin continued to read the newspaper.

News of the building explosion last night has been published, but the report stated that the fire was caused by a chemical explosion...

Gin looked a little confused: "It shouldn't be..."

He planted so many bombs, didn't even a single explosive residue be discovered? The Tokyo police wouldn't be so useless...

The TV on the other side was broadcasting news at this time:

"Recently, there have been explosions in many areas of Tokyo. I hope residents will pay more attention to fire hazards..."

Gin glanced at the TV, not interested in the content at all, and continued to read the morning paper.

Lie is most interested in explosions and other things, he doesn't worry about them.

After reading the newspaper for a while, Gin's phone rang again - it was Bellmode.

Several people have called him to express their condolences today: for example, Pisk who was watching the theater, Clarett who came to sincerely express his condolences, Calvados who was helping Belmode fishing in the UK...

"Belmod, is something wrong?"

"I heard from the boss that Shirley escaped?"

I don't know why, but Belmod's voice was actually a little happy...

Listening to her tone, Gin knew what she was probably thinking, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "The boss said it would be better to bring her back to the organization. Don't mess around after you come here."

Although he knew that Belmod was very upset about what happened back then, Gin still didn't quite understand her brain circuit...

Belmode smiled happily on the other end of the phone: "Don't worry, if Shirley is willing to return to the organization, I won't make things difficult for her... But if she really betrays, I can't be blamed."

"Speaking of which, it's really rare to see such a big flaw in your mission. I don't blame the boss for being so angry."

Gin: "..."

I don’t understand, is Belmode praising him or ridiculing him?

——

Rice flower town.

Sawada Hiroki looked at the excited Lie and felt a little helpless:

"Uncle Lie, where are you going?"

"Look for the bomb!" Lie hurriedly packed up the bomb disposal necessities, carrying a linen bag and planning to rush out, "I have missed so many explosions recently, I must find it this time!"

"Uncle Lie! Don't forget Xiaolan at noon today -"

Bang!

"...Invite us to lunch."

After the door closed, Hiroki uttered the second half of the sentence.

Sawada Hiroki: "..."

I hope Uncle Lie remembers the time.

"Don't worry, Hiroki, Lie-sama will remember you." Noah made a comforting voice from the TV.

"I hope..."

Hiroki sighed.

There have been so many bombings recently... Uncle Lie, can't you hope for something better in Rice Flower Town?

Maybe the bombers are out of business today?

(By the way, it may be a long time before these two wines appear again...)

(I’m afraid that if we don’t put real wine in, everyone will think that the winery is full of water)

(End of chapter)