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

Gin's behavior of traveling around in his car, in a sense, caused a certain degree of panic.

His car is not a secret at all in front of all parties, but for various reasons, no one will choose to order the interception or capture of the Porsche when they see it.

——They are afraid of the organization.

At the same time, the organization is also afraid of them.

As the saying goes, to capture the thief first, capture the king...but this is an unspoken rule when the two parties officially fight.

Now, although there are already sparks of friction between the organization and these forces, there is still some distance between the formal war and some forces even want to resolve the organization through "peaceful" means and are completely unwilling to waste gunpowder.

This phenomenon can currently ensure the safety of the organization and the top leaders of all parties.

Just like when two countries are in contact, their relationship may not be good. On the surface, each takes a step back, but secretly, each takes a step forward. The sparks can hardly be hidden.

But as long as there is peace on the surface, it is unquestionable peace...even if people continue to sacrifice for it.

Once the semblance of peace is broken down, for example, when one party's ruling class is assassinated by the other party...

Okay, isn't this a naked declaration of war?

The same situation exists for forces such as organizations and the FBI.

They were indeed fighting, but not completely. It can be said that no matter which side was really fighting, the casualties each time could only be counted as heavy casualties.

And Gin, the person who has the most information and is the most famous in their intelligence, is equivalent to their 'leader' level - they are jealous, but they can't take action.

The fear is that once they order a task such as capturing Gin, it will cause a backlash from the organization, and they will fight them at all costs... This may cause a large-scale war, and official organizations like them cannot afford such a

as a result of.

Even if the probability is not high, they don't dare to gamble.

so……

When Akai Marie, the mother of Shuichi Akai and Masumi Sera, received the report from the following person, her reaction was exactly the same as that of the FBI:

"Don't act rashly! Let some people evacuate immediately, and while investigating nearby, find other places to stay!"

After Akai Mari gave the order, her brows did not loosen.

As soon as she received the news about her son, the same thing happened to the people below her...

This gave her a bad feeling.

Fortunately, she asked her little daughter to move to Mihua Town by herself, so it should be safer.

only……

"The people in the organization...what do these guys want to do?"

…

"What the hell is this guy Gin doing?"

Angostela looked at the text message and fell into deep thought.

To be on the safe side, he hired someone to follow Gin and see where Gin went throughout the day.

I originally thought that Gin would go on a mission, but in the end he didn't go. He just wandered around various districts, occasionally stopping at certain places...

Angostela checked it on the map, and her expression gradually became strange.

Most of these places are relatively remote and are living environments that are not easy for ordinary residents to choose. Although there are people there, they are not considered complete gathering places.

"... Could it be that he is so eager to attack those people?"

Angostela circled several places where Gin stopped and planned to find someone to investigate.

Anderberg continued to lie on the table, and raised his head after hearing this, "What?"

"...You can see for yourself, these places may be hiding places for fish that have slipped through the net."

Angostela threw the phone to his teammate.

They are still in the bar now - it's too hot and they plan to wait until nightfall before leaving.

And the poor bartender's body is still hanging on the bar.

In order to prevent the body's smell from coming out too quickly, they also threw a bag of ice cubes onto the body to cool it down.

"A fish that slipped through the net?" Anderberg took the phone and took a look at it, and said with some confusion, "But haven't we never found those people?"

"It's not that we haven't found it at all, but the target is not very clear."

Angostela rubbed her brows, "So where did you get this information?"

Underground intelligence dealer?

Yakuza organization?

Or is it some unknown organization? Or has it reached an agreement with certain forces?

...Tsk, there are too many possibilities.

After reading it, Anderberg silently recorded these locations in his notebook without expressing any opinions.

When it got dark later, Angostela could no longer sit still. After calling someone to dispose of the body, she took Anderborg and hurriedly prepared to return to the base.

As a low-carbon and energy-saving people, they walk every time they go out...it's so hot that they kill themselves.

Since this poor place is quite far away from the base, Angostela and Anderburg chose to take the subway.

They were not wearing all black on a hot day, so they were not very conspicuous in the crowd...

But perhaps because it was not obvious enough, Anderberg was hit hard by a passerby while following his teammates against the flow of people.

Fortunately, the body of the organization was strong enough, and the body was only stunned after the impact.

Anderberg showed no expression and paid no attention.

but……

The person who hit him suddenly took a step back and got close to his back.

Feeling an inexplicable threat, Anderberg stuffed his hand into the travel bag and grasped the handle of the pistol...

"Hey~ my dear friends, if you want to find evidence to prove that traitor, you may need a little help~"

A slightly frivolous and erratic voice sounded, very close to his ear, but then immediately moved away——

"Jiangbin... No. 236..."

Underberg turned his head sharply, but only saw a flash of black disappearing into the crowd.

He judged that it would be very difficult to catch up with the opponent, so he gave up the idea of ​​catching him, walked forward quickly, and caught up with his teammates.

"Stella, just now..."

"Oh, I heard that." Angostela picked her ears and didn't look back at all, "It's okay, don't pay attention to him."

Anderberg blinked, "But, he said the evidence."

"I will find the evidence myself... No, it's best to let him be exposed directly."

Angostela's attitude remained the same, with a somewhat disdainful tone, "This loser has the nerve to come back. It's already good that I didn't kill him, but he still dares to approach us...

Ireland is really useless, such a big person can’t be found.”

"Is there a possibility that they are covering up for each other?"

"...Zhuo! Anbu, can you stop talking?"

Angostela had a dark look on her face.

He thought again of the pile of records in Anderberg's notebook about the evil intentions of 'one of his own', and almost fell into a quagmire of despair and couldn't extricate himself...

"If you keep talking, I will feel like there are undercover agents all around me!"

"Is there a possibility?" Anderberg's eyes were bright, "What you feel is true."

Angostela said dumbly: "Shut up, do you believe I will sacrifice you to heaven again?"

"...God won't help you deal with undercover agents."

"So shut up!!"