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

Tokyo.

Tonight is a cold winter night.

The moon in the night sky is exceptionally bright and bright, and its cool light brings a little bit of warmth to people at night...but it's actually just a psychological effect.

Gin wore an everlasting black windbreaker, put his black courtesy on his head, and walked out of the Porsche with Vodka.

"Coordinate positioning, North District, Chianti, Cohen, go to Changji Street to find a place to ambush."

"Zi~ It's..."

The instant messaging signal was a bit poor, but Gin didn't take it to heart.

After hearing the accurate responses from Chianti and Cohen on the channel, he temporarily turned off the intercom.

There are still more than three hours until midnight.

Gin's current location is not on the ruins of the base that was bombed before - there were some old abandoned buildings on that base, which collapsed because of the bombing of the base. However, due to the impressive efficiency of the official work, that place

It has not been cleared yet and the ruins are still rubble, but the police have removed the fence.

He is still relatively close to the edge, looking at the moon in the sky, thinking about it, and making a call.

"Ireland, where are you from?" Gin kept his cold voice and asked about the itinerary of someone he hadn't known about for a long time.

Ireland is still his subordinate, but he seems to have not talked to him for a while, which is indeed a bit unkind.

Maybe Angostela paid more attention to him than him.

Ireland hadn't received a call from Gin for a long time, and his voice sounded a little surprised, "I'm here in Toyama Prefecture now...do I have any missions?"

"...What are you doing there?" Gin paused, "Have you received an email from the boss before?"

On the phone, Ireland's rough voice paused for a few seconds, as if he was thinking about which question to answer first.

"My...boss's email? Oh, is it about Europe? Don't worry, I acted very carefully and never exposed my identity." After a pause, he said, "I am still the same as before in Toyama Prefecture.

Look for those missing people... Chablis and Bourbon should not be in the hands of the police. I don't believe they will disappear silently."

Gin's eyes were deep, "I want to open up a little bit about Ireland, what if they just died?"

"..." Ireland was choked, and it took him a long time to regain his composure, "Then he won't die without a body..."

"Maybe it was dragged and cremated, or thrown into the sea to feed sharks...and it's been so long, it's rotten even if it's buried in the same place."

Ireland:"……"

Why does it feel like Gin is warning him secretly?

Ireland actually knew that his persistent search for Chablis and Bourbon had aroused dissatisfaction among some people, and even the boss had some objections to him.

But he didn't quite understand that the person who wanted to find Chablis and the others in the first place was also the boss...

But in the end, he really tried his best to look for it, but the boss vaguely told him not to do it again...

Maybe Gin is also reminding him in disguise now?

"...Okay, I understand." Ireland sighed, "I'll take a walk around Toyama and then go back."

Listening to this voice full of sadness and helplessness, a colon popped up on Gin's forehead: What is this guy from Ireland thinking about?

I thought about it for two seconds, but to no avail.

Gin decided to give up thinking, "There's no need to come back."

Ireland: “…what?”

"Tomorrow, maybe you can go to Shizuoka, which is right in Yokohama." Gin said in an inexplicable voice, with some strange emotions, "Maybe you will find something special."

"...?!"

Ireland on the other end of the phone was shocked.

But before he could speak, Gin unceremoniously turned off the phone. The Irish people were probably still a little confused.

Afterwards, Gin called to greet the agave that had been in the wild for many years.

Listening to the other party's voice crying with joy, Gin felt a little unnatural...

To be honest, he really didn't mean to throw the tequila so far away, but it was really troublesome for this guy to do things.

Gin even changed the fund submission point to one of his own before, but this guy still worked diligently to hand over the money extorted from him on time - in other words, to simply understand, all the money that originally belonged to the organization was used by Tequila

Leave it to the five-star team.

Although Tequila himself didn't know it, Gin still felt that he was a very useful tool man.

After making a solemn promise on the phone that he would raise the other party's position after a period of time, Gin hung up the phone again.

Neither man was notified of the emergency operation.

It seems that Angostela realized something and took precautions... Maybe even Kiel didn't receive the message?

Gin thought about it again and again, but in the end did not make another call to confirm the matter.

"It's a pity, so what if I'm careful?"

Gin laughed a few times with joy from the bottom of his heart.

How should I put it? In a sense, the situation this time is very similar to the previous "anti-FBI encirclement and suppression campaign" led by Chablis.

Of course, they are not exactly the same. The only difference is that the bait has changed from the FBI as a whole to Shuichi Akai as an individual, plus the entire five-star team.

This time, the members of the organization were also scattered, and the situation in Europe made many members restless.

During this period, Angostela probably cleaned up a lot of restless little bugs...

In a sense, the organization has fallen into the same pit twice.

Hmm...

It seems like he was the one who dug it?

"No, what does it have to do with me?" Gin suddenly realized that his thoughts were dangerous and quickly threw all these thoughts out of his mind.

He is a loyal member of the organization, how could he dig holes for the organization?

Gin began to brainwash himself.

He was holding an electronic tablet of vodka next to him. He looked up at his big brother from time to time and hesitated to speak.

His elder brother seems to have some symptoms again... Do you want to take out the prepared medicine?

"...Brother, what should we do now?"

However, considering the side effects of those drugs, Vodka did not take out the medicine in the end.

"wait."

Gin held a lollipop in his mouth and sneered, "It's still some time before midnight... just wait, Tokyo will definitely become lively in a while."

He believed that Angostela must have his own countermeasures, but the latter would definitely not tell him.

As for the Metropolitan Police Department... Matsuda Jinpei has also made arrangements.

certainly.

All these things, Vodka is completely in the clouds, and I can't understand it at all.

He only knows one thing:

"Brother, do we really want to fight the FBI this time?"

Vodka is worried.

Gin smiled half-heartedly, "FBI? No, it's not necessarily the FBI. Maybe it's just Shuichi Akai."

Vodka's sunglasses shook and he asked his real concern: "But aren't we undercover agents?"

Gin: "..."

Asshole, don't say such an important thing directly!

He finally forgot about this!!