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

Chapter 666 Cleaning up pests

A bar in Cupido Town.

In the entire bar, except for one bartender, there were only three customers.

"Didn't you say that the files can't be stolen? Then what are these?"

Angostura raised a stack of case files in his hand and looked at the person opposite, his face full of amusement.

Matsuda Jinpei didn't look at the other party at all, and continued to take out the remaining files from the briefcase and put them on the table, "Some evidence happened to be stolen. If you don't take it, you won't get it."

"exhibit?"

"A bunch of masks, left at the scene of a murder case a few days ago." Matsuda Jinpei explained casually.

When Angostela heard the key word 'mask', she became confused, "Mask? Is that that group of people?"

Matsuda Jinpei squinted his eyes: "No, it's just a bunch of masks with cursed legends. The official name is 'Xiao Bol's Mask'. If you are interested, you can search it. I heard that all the holders of these masks did not die well.

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"Are you sure it has nothing to do with that group?"

"I'll take it if you don't look at it."

Matsuda Jinpei stretched out his hand to take away a stack of files on the table.

Angostela hurriedly brought the dossier to herself like a food protector, and waved her hand in disgust: "Go, go! I will return it to you after reading it, and just stay there."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

If he hadn't been unable to defeat him, would he have beaten him with one punch?

Considering the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, Matsuda Jinpei silently suppressed his anger, picked up the mojito on the table, took a sip, and rolled his eyes at an imperceptible rate to observe the bar.

He was already thinking about how to stuff more bombs inside...

Speaking of which, the bombs I procured from the arms dealer for free are almost used. It's time to buy some more...

Matsuda Jinpei was thinking while drinking;

Next door, Anderberg was lying on the table, probably catching up on his sleep.

The file in Angostela's hand was flipped through in a short time, and he didn't know if he had read it carefully.

"That's it? Don't you police have any useful information?" Anjiu put down the file with a look of disappointment on his face.

These files are all theft cases, and all these cases have only one thing in common:

A mask was left at the crime scene, with a five-pointed star printed on the forehead.

But apart from the manner of committing the crime and the way the remaining masks fell to the ground, there is absolutely no useful information found in these files...

Not even a single criminal was caught!

Matsuda Jinpei shrugged, "It's unrealistic for you to expect the Metropolitan Police Department to have information about these masked men. It's like there is no information about our organization within the Metropolitan Police Department."

Let's face it, being an undercover agent is actually quite interesting...if you don't get caught.

However, Matsuda Jinpei's words also reminded the other party.

Angostela's eyes lit up: "Oh? What do you mean, the police might have some information?"

"...Let me tell you first, there is no way I can get information from the public security department. We are not in the same department at all." Matsuda Jinpei almost rolled his eyes.

"Tsk, I didn't expect you either." Angostela smacked his lips, flipped through the file again, and then threw it back to Matsuda Jinpei.

He originally came here for the internal information that the Metropolitan Police Department might have about the Masked Man, but it turned out that the Metropolitan Police Department didn't know as much as he did when he found someone to find out, and they didn't even have the name of the other party's organization...

But he learned about it through the underworld forces...

"Five-star group? Weird name."

Angostela muttered softly.

Matsuda Jinpei's ears twitched and he raised his head: "What?"

Angostela waved her hand, "It's none of your business, just put your files away."

Seeing that he was unwilling to talk to him, Matsuda Jinpei didn't take it seriously.

If the other party really opens up to him and tells him everything, then he will feel that there is something wrong with him.

Silently putting all these things back into his briefcase, Matsuda Jinpei stretched out his hand and prepared to drink the rest of the drink.

But just when he touched his cup, he suddenly noticed that a pack of snacks had appeared in the empty corner of the table.

...and more than one pack.

He saw potato chips, jelly, lollipops, cookies, chocolate...

Angostela obviously also noticed these gadgets that appeared out of thin air, and was stunned for a moment. Together with Matsuda Jinpei, he slowly raised his head and looked at the air to the side.

In the air, a touch of silver is particularly clear——

"What the hell!?"

"哐啷~"

Frightened, Angostela almost fell to the ground along with her chair.

Although Matsuda Jinpei was not that embarrassed, he was still so frightened that he even moved his chair back one meter.

And the culprit of the source of the fright, Gin, was sitting upright on the chair next to the two of them, wearing a casual shirt, eating potato chips and looking at his mobile phone...

Hearing the sound of a chair falling to the ground, Gin slowly raised his head, glanced at Angostela with a cold gaze, and then continued to focus on his mobile phone.

The Internet age is really exciting.

"...Hey, hey, hey! Gin, what do you look like?" Angostela took out the knife angrily, "When did you get here? You walk silently, are you a ghost?"

Matsuda Jinpei also calmed down at this time, silently pulled up the chair and sat down, sipping the remaining drink in one gulp to calm down his shock.

Although Gin seemed to have appeared suddenly and silently before, it was definitely not as scary as today...

"It's been a while."

Gin concentrated on reading the tidbits on his phone and replied casually, "While you were reading the files...haven't you found the whereabouts of those masked men yet?"

Angostela snorted and put away the knife, "No, those people can hide better than the FBI. Apart from knowing the gang names of these masked men from some underground forces, there is no other information at all. They are probably some emerging forces.

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Gin couldn't deny it, "Oh, really? Then you are really good at it."

"..." Angostela took out the knife again, "You want to fight, right?

Oh, by the way, I haven’t settled the score with you yet! I asked you to clean up those traitors, what do you mean by leaving half of them for me?"

"Haha, isn't it enough that I've cleared half of it?" Gin sneered, "And the list you gave me just before midnight the night before yesterday, you'd better be satisfied if you cleared half of it."

"Am I content? Tsk, Gin, you are really thick-skinned. It took five days to solve half of the problem. On average, one person per day, even a tortoise can climb better than you!"

Gin slowly asked a question: "Five days?"

Angostela cursed and said, "What? Is there a problem?"

Gin looked at him with caring eyes: "Stella, you are hopeless."

It's only been one night, okay?

Angostela: "...Come! Let's duel!"

Onlookers:

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Why is this so noisy? He didn't understand.

Anderberg: "Zzzzz..."

The new book has been signed, but the status has not changed yet, Zzzz... (▽ )

(face covering) I forgot to change the chapter name, please ignore it.

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(End of chapter)