Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 146 Underberg

"Don't you think the scenery here is very good?" Stella raised her arms and made a hug, with a look of intoxication, "Only at such a height can I feel the power to control the overall situation..."

"It turns out that you have such low self-esteem that you need to rely on the Ferris wheel to improve your status."

Ambu put away his sniper rifle indifferently and put his guitar bag on his back, "I suggest you go to the Himalayas, it's high there."

Stella: "..."

Tsk, his partner is so ruthless.

Stella's expression was speechless for a while, and she quickly recovered to be indifferent, admiring the scenery outside the window: "Speaking of which, Amber, I remember you partnered with Gin before?"

"It's just a temporary team." Anbu leaned against the window with his guitar bag on his back, closed his eyes and fell asleep, "Although it happened 17 years ago...but he is much more stable than you."

'clang--'

As soon as the words fell, a throwing knife was so abruptly inserted into Anbu's face... the glass window next to him.

The instigator, Stella, smiled and played with another throwing knife in his hand.

"You should know that I hate him very much, Ambu...he is only one period older than us, but he was appreciated by that adult."

Stella's eyes suddenly changed, she showed a sickly smile, and slashed her face forcefully.

An Bu didn't say anything, just silently pulled out the throwing knife from his face and threw it back to him.

After being silent for a while, Amber glanced at him strangely with his light blue eyes: "Why are you crazy?"

Stella laughed softly:
"Just before this mission, I received instructions from that adult...he asked us to prepare."

Amber's expression changed.

"What to prepare?"

“Ready to go to Japan anytime!”

Stella threw three throwing knives at the place where Amber was originally standing - he really didn't want to throw Amber, but was simply venting at the window directly opposite him.

"I, Angostura (Angostura) finally, finally have such a day... Do you know how long I have been looking forward to Underberg (Underberg)!?" Stella's expression has been distorted, "Japan! That My lord's hometown! Damn it, that poor-born gin He De He Neng has occupied the position of Japan's chief executive for nearly 20 years!"

An Bu pulled out the throwing knife from the window again and threw it back, "Maybe he has a good temper?"

Stella paused when she threw the throwing knife, and looked at her partner strangely: "If you praise him again, believe it or not, I'll tie you into a hedgehog?"

Amber gave him a disdainful look: "Praise him? I'm just stating the facts, Captain."

"You're not praising him?" Stella leaned forward.

"It doesn't count." Ambu said calmly.

"Then try boasting." Stella fell back on the seat.

Ambu pondered for five seconds: "You are beautiful and kind?"

Stella: "...?"

He looked at An Bu strangely, "I'm afraid you are gay."

An Bu had a cold face: "That's because you don't know how to appreciate beauty... Also, I'm not interested in men."

Stella shrugged, her expression clearly saying 'I don't believe it'.

"Hurry up and clear up the tasks that have been piled up recently. We must be ready to go to Japan at any time."

"I think you are going to usurp the throne..."

"Shut up, Amber!"

-

The next day, Tokyo.

The organization base located at the junction of Mikacho and Kubado.

Gin held a newspaper in one hand and coffee in the other, and looked at the hands-free mobile phone on the table with half-moon eyes.

This mobile phone is a little different from before, but Gin just noticed—it seems to be a new generation, unconsciously.

Because for a period of time, he used the calendar that Noah gave him to keep time, and rarely paid attention to the clock that he brought with him in the company before...

Only now did he realize that the time had jumped by almost two years!
"Jing, do you know? This is the feeling of a heart attack..." Qin Jiu sighed into the phone.

"I don't feel anything. It seems that your 'time stop' plan is still effective."

On the other end of the phone was Gin Jiu, who seldom contacted by email, "So, if you call me in the base, you're not afraid of being discovered?"

Gin took a sip of coffee, "Then you look down on me too much... If the intranet surveillance is set up, I won't call you even if you kill me."

"Really?" Jing hehe said, "Okay, I'm going to be busy."

"Okay, hard work."

"Much better than you."

The phone hangs up.

Gin continued to read the newspaper.

The news of the bombing of the building last night was already published, but what was reported was that a chemical explosion caused a fire...

Qin Jiu was actually a little dazed: "It shouldn't be..."

He had planted so many bombs, hadn't a single blast remnant been found?The Tokyo police wouldn't be abolished like this...

The TV on the other side happened to be broadcasting the news at this time:

"Recently, there have been explosions in many areas of Tokyo. I hope that residents will pay more attention to fire hazards..."

Gin Jiu glanced at the TV, not interested in the content on it at all, and continued to read the morning paper.

Lie is most interested in explosions and so on, so he doesn't worry about it.

After reading the newspaper for a while, Gin's phone rang again—it was from Belmode.

There are already several phone calls to him today: Pisco, who was watching the show, Claret, who came to express condolences, and Calvados, who was helping Belmode with fishing in the UK...

"Bermod, what's the matter?"

"I heard from the boss that Shirley escaped?"

I don't know why, Belmode's voice is actually a little happy...

Listening to her tone, Qin Jiu knew what she was probably thinking, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "Boss said, it's better to bring her back to the organization, and don't mess around after you come here."

Although she knew that Belmode was worried about what happened back then, Gin still didn't quite understand her brain circuit...

Belmode smiled happily on the other end of the phone: "Don't worry, if Shirley is willing to return to the organization, I won't embarrass her... But if she really betrays, I can't blame me."

"Speaking of which, it's really rare to see such a big mistake in your mission. I don't blame the boss for being so angry."

Gin: "..."

I don't understand, is Belmode praising him or ridiculing him?
-

Cornflower Town.

Sawada Hiroki looked at Lie with excited face, a little helpless:
"Uncle Lie, where are you going?"

"Look for the bomb!" Lie hurriedly packed up the bomb disposal necessities, carrying a sackcloth bag on his back and planning to rush out, "I have missed so many explosions recently, I must find them this time!"

"Uncle Lie! Don't forget Xiaolan at noon today—"

Bang!
"... invited us to lunch."

After the door closed, Hiroki spit out the second half of the sentence.

Sawada Hiroki: "..."

I hope Uncle Lie remembers the time.

"Don't worry, Hiroki, Master Lie will remember." Noah comforted him with a voice from the TV.

"Hope it..."

Hiroki sighed.

There have been so many bombings recently... Can't Uncle Lie hope for Mihua Town?
Maybe the bombers went out of business today?
　(By the way, the reappearance of these two wines may be a long time later...)
　　(I'm afraid that if we don't release real wine, everyone will think that the winery is full of water)
　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)