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

"I think you've got me wrong, Stella."

Gin could feel that Angostela actually had the idea of ​​​​cleaning up the remaining forces of the FBI.

He just smiled coldly, "I didn't say we would take action against those who slipped through the net, but...it is impossible for us not to be prepared to be wary of those people."

"Don't forget, the FBI has help now."

Gin added, "It's hard to guarantee what kind of agreement the FBI has made with those masked men. They might reveal things about the organization's headquarters to the masked men... What if they take advantage of the chaos in Europe to take action against us?

We cannot take no precautions."

"...That's true." Angostela couldn't refute this point.

He is still thinking about that group of masked men blowing up the base...

Until now, the real criminal has not been caught, nor has it been found out who leaked the clues about the base.

Angostela had suspected Gin before, but in this matter, he could not find any involvement of Gin in this matter.

Moreover, Gin was quite active in cleaning up the FBI and the masked man, and Angostela almost doubted her own judgment.

Angostela thought about it and felt that there was a certain probability that the FBI and those masked men would fight back against them, but he still didn't understand: "How can you be so sure?"

This is puzzling, why Gin is sure that the FBI and the masked man will definitely attack them.

Although in his words, he was just inferring, but it sounded to Angostela that Gin was sure that the FBI would make some small move.

Hearing this question, Gin swallowed a mouthful of potato chips, looked slightly solemn, and opened his mouth to compile a long essay about his grudges with the FBI...

"Wait! You'd better stop talking." Angostra suddenly stopped with a feeling, waved her hand, and continued to eat spicy strips, "Anyway, if a head-on conflict really breaks out, you are responsible for explaining to the boss."

Gin clucked his tongue, swallowed the story he had just made up in disappointment, and said calmly: "Don't worry, the boss won't blame us... You should know the principle of 'the military orders of generals abroad will not be tolerated'."

The unscrupulous bosses in Europe are probably too busy to take care of them.

Even if the headquarters blocked this incident...

It’s uncertain who will have the final say in the organization in the future.

"For people other than the FBI, you'd better be careful." Gin put away the remaining snacks, leaving only an unopened bag of potato chips on the table. "Those people from the CIA and SIS are nothing.

It’s a direct threat, but there are also potential dangers.”

Angostela suddenly glared, "Hey! Is this how you talk to your boss? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"...Yeah, right." Gin rolled his eyes, not bothering to pay attention to this guy who had convulsions from time to time, "I'll leave if it's okay."

"It's time for you to leave. Get rid of the remaining half of the dishonest guys!"

Gin shrugged his shoulders in response, shook his silver hair and stepped out of the bar door.

The Porsche on the roadside had been waiting for him for a long time. Gin opened the back seat door and got in directly.

"...Big, big brother, where are we going?"

In the driver's seat.

Vodka was apparently startled by the 'sudden appearance' of gin.

However, because of the sound of opening the door, he was not too frightened, but his speech was a bit stuck.

But what was rare was that Gin did not decide their next destination quickly. Instead, he took out his tablet and swiped it twice, looked at the map, and said without raising his head: "Find a hidden place to park first.

, this place is too sunny.”

He was now used to the treacherous days and weather.

With his big brother's instructions, Vodka had a goal even though he didn't have a clear destination. He started the car and drove smoothly towards the nearest old park...

Gin was sitting in the car, busy working every moment.

First, he sent text messages to some idle members, such as Cohen, Chianti and Belmode, asking them to help clear the mission targets.

Considering the current situation, he also specifically reminded Belmode to pay attention to safety, but he only received a ruthless '?' reply.

But after a while, Belmode sent another text message:

【Am I exposed? Or are you exposed?——V.M】

Gin quickly typed a reply: [I guess it will be soon, stay tight and don’t waste time——Gin]

【???

Wait, you’d better explain to me what’s going on?——V.M]

[Stella called me over today... He is currently investigating the Five-Star Group, but there is not much progress. You have also seen the message sent by that unscrupulous guy. He is mainly testing my reaction to this matter. Headquarters

Logically speaking, things over there will not be disclosed to us, especially the boss's suspicious character... Either the situation in Europe is more tense than I expected, or that guy wants to take advantage of this opportunity, and more

Exclude some outliers.

But no matter what the situation is, this is an excellent opportunity. There is chaos in Europe, and the boss has no chance to stretch his hands here again. The organization is likely to take action in the near future.

Success or failure lies in one fell swoop.——Gin]

It took some time to edit such a long paragraph.

It took a minute or two before Belmode replied.

【Are you sure there is no problem?——V.M】

[Don’t worry, you won’t die.——Gin]

【???Forget it, you just have to make a plan. When will you change your habit of texting?——V.M】

[Last time Xie got me a signal jammer... Also, I'm worried about eavesdropping devices.——Gin]

After finally sending a text message, Gin looked at the time and realized that it was almost done.

"Vodka, drive south."

"Huh?" Vodka was still thinking about how long he would stay under the shade of the tree, when he unexpectedly heard Gin's order, "Brother, where are you going?"

"...You drive first."

Gin opened the map again, glanced at it, and started to report the points, "Stop near Toriyamachi 3-chome 9th Street, no more than five minutes;

Stop at No. 217, 5-chome, Cupido-machi, it will only take a minute or two;

And Nishitama area..."

Vodka almost failed to remember the series of place names.

Although he remembered it in the end, he was still confused as to why he had to stop in these unremarkable places.

But after all, it was his elder brother's wish, and he would definitely not go wrong if he abided by it, so Vodka didn't ask any more questions.

Of course, these place names reported by Gin are not without purpose.

He read based on the content of a text message sent from an unknown number on his mobile phone.

'Those people at the FBI still don't have enough fun...'

Gin turned off the screen of his mobile phone, looked out the window at the sunny and vibrant urban environment, and twitched his lips.

We need to put more pressure on the FBI so that they have to fight to the death.

——There are no exceptions to these locations from unknown numbers.

They are all hiding places for some small fry.