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

UK, London.

"Boss! This is probably a trick of the enemy. You can't believe it easily!"

The housekeeper with a vicissitudes of life looked at the person in front of him, his tone full of anxiety.

The old man in front of him put down his mobile phone with slightly trembling hands, his eyes blurred by the stimulation of the surrounding screens.

"This is not a trick."

The old man seemed thin, but his voice was still full of energy. After turning off the surrounding screens, his eyes looked very sharp, not like an old man at all. "I can't believe that this little fish who ran away actually knew this."

kind of secret."

This is the headquarters of the organization.

But few people know where this place is...

Even the old man himself occasionally forgets where he is, and sometimes he needs to look at a map to recall it - because he has not stepped out of this territory for decades.

"But the boss!"

The butler, who was much younger than the old man, was a little anxious. "Think about it, that guy has never been exposed to the core secrets of the organization... How could he suddenly know something two years after leaving the organization? I'm afraid this is a scam!"

The old man picked up the cane beside him, stood up slowly, and said with a sneer: "I'm afraid? No, this must be a scam!"

He punched the floor twice, his voice sounding breathless perhaps due to excitement:

"However, I cannot tolerate any mistakes! That secret... must not be leaked out!"

His old eyes were shining with a spicy light.

He knew very well that the person calling could never mean the FBI... There was a force behind it!

Perhaps, they are those masked people who never really dare to show their faces.

Moreover, the other party didn't even bother to play tricks this time and directly threatened him with his most important secret - this was a conspiracy.

If he does not agree to the other party's request, the secrets he has treasured may really be exposed to the world, at least in front of MI6 and the FBI...

Driven by interests, the situation may not be as simple as the current trivial fight.

If it doesn't work well, a war may really break out...

And when the real national war machine emerges, these organizational foundations will become slightly insignificant. Whether it can still exist by then is a big question.

He also has no doubt that there must be informants of the mask organization here in Europe.

...Oh, maybe we should call them the ‘Five-Star Group’?

‘What a strange name.’ The old man also had this idea when he learned the name of this organization.

Of course, on the surface, in order to keep secrets, he will do what those people want, but that doesn't mean he can't do tricks secretly.

The butler seemed to know the importance of the ‘secret’ and immediately became troubled, “Then, boss, what should we do now?

If it continues to be delayed, those in MI6 will definitely find something is wrong, and the headquarters will be in danger of falling..."

"Call up."

"...Who are you calling?"

"Angostela." The old man slowly read out a code name with a calm look, "Tell him the requirements of those people and let him find a way to deal with it."

Those people must know that what mi6 is attacking is not their real headquarters, so they dare to make such a request.

The housekeeper was stunned: "Leave it over there...is that okay?"

The old man's eyes were calm:

“Let the other side try to delay it as much as possible, and then let the other side transfer resources as quickly as possible.

If you really can't hold it off, let those people go south, I believe they will be interested in the old immortal."

He said after a while, "You are the person I trust most, don't let me down."

The butler's body trembled slightly and he lowered his head:

"Yes! I obey."

He couldn't control his heartbeat.

The meaning of the boss could not be more obvious: those members in Japan were treated as outcasts, and their only value was in exchange for the vitality of the organization.

Even though the housekeeper felt that it was not necessary to do this, he couldn't understand this person's character very well.

Can……

'That's all the hard work of the organization!'

When the housekeeper dialed the phone, his heart was still bleeding.

Although there are not many members in Japan, the proportion of elites is much higher than here in Europe, because the environment here, except for those who come from the training ground, is too comfortable for others...

The housekeeper's mental activities didn't last long, as the phone was already connected.

He immediately turned on the voice changer, adjusted his voice to sound similar to synthesis, and reluctantly gave the order: "Angostela, there is one thing I need you to complete..."

While he was on the phone, the old man stood quietly next to him, motionless, like a stubborn clay sculpture.

…

Japan, Tokyo, underground base.

Angostela listened to the content on the phone with no expression on her face. She just squeezed the phone hard, with veins on the back of her hand exposed.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know if he noticed his slightly heavy breathing, and paused for a moment, "Do you have any more questions?"

"...No, no." Angostela took a deep breath, "I will obey your order, boss."

"Well..." The voice on the other end of the phone showed some satisfaction, "I believe you can handle everything, don't let me down, Angostela."

"yes."

The last 'yes' was almost forced out of him by suppressing the urge to get angry.

When the call ended, Angostela simply threw the phone down.

And because of too much force, the entire phone fell apart and even the chip fell out - luckily this is a backup phone.

If it breaks, just replace it with a new one.

Anderberg silently came up to pick up the fragments on the ground, threw them into the trash can, and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"tonight."

Angostela rarely had an expressionless face, "At midnight, go to the North District to negotiate."

"With whom?"

"Akai Shuichi."

…

In a villa at 2-chome, Mika Town.

Akai Shuichi slowly put down his phone and watched as the originally bright screen turned into a mess of garbled characters.

——This is Noah’s protection measure for the information on his mobile phone.

Of course, Akai Shuichi also knew that now he might have no secrets in front of the five-star group.

He put the phone on the table and realized that there was a little sweat on his palms.

"What I said is really useful?" Akai Shuichi was still a little doubtful.

He looked at the note lying quietly in his other hand:

[Crow Family, I already know the Palace of Eternal Life that you are looking for, and your sins are buried underground in Yingri... I declare to you on behalf of my power, make a deal with me at midnight on the ruins of Kita District, Tokyo

, Otherwise, the Palace of Eternal Life will be exposed to the world.

From now on, if you continue with your plans for mi6, you will also lose everything you have now.

It's up to you to choose. I believe that you will make the right choice for the sake of the Karasuma family.

Mouse Tail Juice.】

Shuichi Akai called the headquarters directly through Noah, the boss’s private phone number.

Except for the last idiom... it should be an idiom, which is a bit confusing, the rest of the content is very clear.

Shuichi Akai didn't quite understand part of the content, but the naked threat in it was very prominent.

So Akai Shuichi was worried from the moment he got the note - would an organization that refuses to accept hard and soft policies really compromise and negotiate with them because of the content on this note?

Akai Shuichi was really doubtful.

Of course, apart from this, he is also worried about——

If the boss really compromises.

Then he probably has nothing to do...after all, all the anger of the organization is concentrated on him.