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

Chapter 688 Confused Angostela

Angostela had not slept a wink all day and night.

Because as we all know, staying up late is harmful to the body, so...

He chose to stay up all night.

Of course, compared to staying up all night, staying up all night is definitely not recommended. After all, it is easy to die suddenly.

"Ah sneeze!"

After witnessing Anderborg beheading him three times in a row, Angostela finally couldn't help but wanted to curse, but coincidentally, someone was talking about him at this time, so he was forced to curse.

He cursed and sneezed instead.

Then he cursed:

"Anbu! Are you having a trance? From yesterday afternoon till now, are you interested?! Count how many times I have pulled you up!"

As he spoke, he slapped the table hard.

Anderberg looked at him coolly, "I don't remember, but I just wanted to fulfill your wish to become a medical soldier."

"...Go aside!"

In a rage, Angostela used awm to blast the heads of three enemies in a row.

Gee, it would be great if this gun was so easy to use in reality.

Neither he nor Anderborg is suitable for heavy sniping, and they prefer lightweight guns... but they are also limited by distance.

So if there is any unforeseen situation, they will usually bring one type of sniper rifle each.

——Of course, it refers to reality, not a game.

"You stayed up all night again?"

Noticing that his teammates were a little more irritable than normal, Anderberg made a reasonable guess.

He is the kind of person who goes to bed when the time comes, but his teammates do not have this good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and it has become even worse since arriving in Japan. It is common for them to stay up day and night.

I can only say that migrant workers have the soul of migrant workers. The migrant workers in the winery are not human beings...

"Isn't it? I always feel that something is going to happen." Angostra tried to search for enemies on the map with her eyes wide open, hoping to find someone alive to vent her anger with a few shots. "And it will definitely not be something good.

!”

Anderberg stared blankly at the screen and nodded, "Indeed...because you are going to die."

Angostela was confused: "...what?"

As soon as this question word popped up, the character he was controlling let out a scream, then fell to the ground with green smoke, and instantly turned into a box.

"..."

Afterwards, Anderberg, who lost his teammate, stopped giving away kills and shot down the sniper from a long distance away.

Finally, he took out a grenade and went to the body box of his teammate, pulled the safety button, and counted down for five seconds——

Just listen to the sound of 'pong', after the smoke has passed.

The box on the ground became two.

Looking at the two boxes, Angostela was silent for a long time, then threw the phone away, "Trash games, even dogs don't play! Go to bed, go to sleep..."

Anderburg glanced at his watch: "Don't you want to eat? You must have not eaten for almost ten hours."

Gulu~

Someone's stomach growled very inappropriately.

The dull hall became even duller.

"...Tsk."

Angostela smacked her lips, "Then help me pack a meal, preferably steak and salad."

"good."

Anderberg agreed very briefly, and without delay at all, he changed his clothes and took his bag and went out, as if he knew that time was running out...

In fact, he is aware of his teammates' annoyance, but he can't help much when it comes to action decisions.

Angostela watched his teammates go out, fell on the sofa, and took a nap first.

Last night he received a message from Belmod, saying that he was going to Osaka...

He learned through indirections...or rather, he asked directly. After learning that the other party's actions were under Gin's instructions, some of his originally clear thoughts were twisted into a ball of wool.

——Actually, there is nothing important in Osaka. They just need to get some money from the rich man of the organization. The boss has already told him to send someone to take over this matter a long time ago.

...But the problem is, he didn't tell Gin.

Even though Gin had been in charge of Japan for such a long time, and it was normal to know that one of the 'owners' of the organization was in Osaka, Angostela still felt that there was something wrong with it.

Why does Gin know the specific trading time? And let Belmode go to Osaka... to monitor the trading?

Although there is nothing wrong with this understanding, it is too far-fetched.

And at this juncture, Belmod, a person who has a close relationship with the boss, is sent out of Tokyo...

Angostela's mind came up with the idea of ​​"moving the tiger away from the mountain".

However, he also knew that Belmod was definitely not that 'tiger'. At best, she was just a silly sweetheart who was deceived and abducted by Gin by unknown means - at least in the eyes of Gin and Angostela, she was.

Silly and sweet.

It's just a bit fierce sometimes.

"By the way, that Ireland is not in Tokyo either..."

Angostela suddenly opened his eyes and got up from the sofa.

Not only Ireland, there is also Tequila who has never appeared in Tokyo from beginning to end. However, the latter's actions have always been relatively transparent. He also has records here. The other party seems to have been busy working to make money for the organization...

"There is nothing unusual about Pino teaming up with Grenz during this period...Although Kiel's performance is sometimes unsatisfactory, I can't say what's wrong..."

"...Bang! It seems that Claret is just a little bit normal." Angostela took a breath, "Oh, and there are those snipers, this time I went to Osaka with one of them."

Very good, the sniper here is -1.

Sure enough, whenever we evaluate these people, we come to the conclusion that there is definitely something wrong with the Gin people.

Angostela glanced at the current time.

Both his people and Belmode are going to Osaka tonight, but it will take at least two days to complete the handover before they can come back. During these two days, their defenses in Tokyo will be reduced to an extreme, which is why he is worried.

The origin of.

"Could it be that Gin knew something was going to happen and deliberately sent people away?"

If those fish in the stinking ditch find out that they are short of manpower these two days, will the other side make a desperate counterattack?

Angostela narrowed her eyes.

He remembered that Gin seemed particularly eager to deal with those smelly fish, and seemed to have a certain degree of confidence that those smelly fish would fight back...

Think darkly.

...Could Gin deliberately let the news out to let those bad fish come to your door?

Thinking of this, Angostela's expression became a little subtle.

This doesn't seem to be impossible...

No, he has to take some extra measures!

Just do it.

Angostela immediately opened the mailboxes on his computer and mobile phone and sent double emails to his own people - except for all the people who had interacted with Gin.

He did this just in case the worst happened and to prevent himself from being unable to backfire.

But what I didn't expect was.

A phone call in the evening completely confused him...

(End of chapter)