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

Chapter 270 - The Black Gathering - The Guest
The bar hall at night is full of breath of life.

It's just that it's still early, and there aren't many people in the bar.

The coffee shop on the opposite side was already closed, and the two young men in poor clothes lingered outside the shop for a while, then shook their heads and left.

Not long after they left, one after another, dark cars drove into the quiet street. The noise and exhaust of the engine made the road more smokey.

……

Inside the bar.

Gin held the wine glass and sipped one mouthful at a time.

But judging from the heat rising from the mouth of the cup, this is not wine...

Look at the black dust that settles at the bottom of the cup, and you can be sure - this is tea.

Drunk driving is risky, but tea driving is not.

On the side, vodka was also sipping.

There was also steam coming out of the cup and crumbs from the bottom of the cup, so what he drank should be the same as what he drank with gin.

Gin drank the last sip of tea and put down the cup. Seeing this, the bartender who was waiting next to him immediately came to take away the glass and refilled Gin with boiling water.

Giving the bartender a look of approval, Gin took out his phone and looked at it.

"Ten minutes left."

He just frowned, but the sound of the engine outside made his expression slightly eased.

Fortunately, it is not necessary to step on the spot.

'jingle~'

The outer door of the bar was pushed open, and the only bartender and attendant in the bar, that is, the person waiting at the gin table, rushed up to greet him, and said in a respectful tone, "My lords, what do you need?"

"A Kir...and a Korn and a Chianti."

"OK, just a second."

The bartender replied respectfully again, returned to the bartending table, and began to make the drinks that the three needed.

This bar is one of the strongholds of the organization. It is very small and compact, and usually there are not many members who come here to hand over tasks.

And today, this bar is about to usher in its Klang pinnacle.

"...Kill, Cohen, Chianti." Gin glanced at them, "Find a seat."

He felt a little sad in his heart—why did only his subordinates arrive on time?

A flock of pigeons!
"Yes."

The three people who came in responded in unison, and then sat down on a table behind the gin, which happened to be a table.

Keir still had obvious makeup on his face, but he changed his clothes, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a black women's windbreaker.

Chianti and Cohen were still dressed in normal overalls, with a rectangular backpack on their backs.

After the three of them sat down, they saw that the gin didn't open their mouths, so they didn't make a sound, and when their own order came up, they didn't move, they just looked at themselves on the table in a daze.

The practice of being a core member in a bar is equivalent to an identity card, and the waiter at the bar will judge whether he is a member of the organization based on this... But tonight is a special case.

After the good wine was served, the bartender continued to stand between the two tables-he didn't know how many drinks he would have to mix tonight.

There was silence in the bar.

Just when the hour hand was about to reach 10, the bar door was suddenly pushed open roughly, and a rough and sharp male voice sounded loudly:

"Hey! A glass of Grappa!"

The bartender who was about to go up to greet him was stunned by the loud voice, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Ah, okay..."

This roar is estimated to be [-] decibels...

And the gentle female voice that followed was very refreshing: "Claret, thank you."

"Okay, please wait a moment, both of you." The bartender responded respectfully and returned to the bartending table again.

Gin looked towards the door, ignored the strong man in front of him staring at him unkindly, and nodded to the brunette woman behind him.

Clarett, Grappa, the two subordinates of Pisc...

He directed the former for a period of time, and also helped to find an undercover agent. Later, after Pisk was shot by him, Claret also had a phone call with Gin, so Gin was very impressed.

The latter... If Gin didn't mix up the member information, Grappa should be a sniper, just like Cohen and Chianti.

Just looking at the other person's eyes, it is estimated that they were originally Pisk's confidantes, and they must be worried about the fact that he killed Pisk.

Gin took a sip of tea calmly, and silently labeled Grappa as 'unusable'.

Showing love and hate so clearly in the organization, I don't know how to survive until now.

"Master Gin, long time no see." Claret walked up and greeted Gin under Grappa's very dissatisfied eyes, with a faint smile on his face.

"It's just over a month, Claret... Where are the people from Chablis?"

Qin Jiu continued to drink his own tea, and asked casually, without putting on airs or air-conditioning.

Generally, when there is no task, he is relatively kind in front of his own people, especially his subordinates.

"Well... we don't know where Lord Chablis is." Claret smiled wryly, "He just told us to gather here at ten o'clock in the evening, and didn't say what to do..."

Since Chablis took over, she, Grappa and other people who originally belonged to Pisque's faction seem to have been forgotten, and even Chablis has never seen him.

Today is the first time they have received instructions from their new boss.

"...Tsk, that guy."

Qin Jiu narrowed his eyes and raised his chin, "Sit down, don't stand still."

"Yes."

Claret nodded, dragged the reluctant Grappa to sit next to Kiel and the others, greeted them, and looked at Kiel with a slightly wary expression.

After the wine she ordered was served, she picked herself up and looked at the untouched wine glasses of the three people next to her, with some doubts in her eyes:
"Why don't you drink?"

"Come here by car."

Keir, Cohen and Chianti answered very briefly and neatly.

Clarett: "?"

She silently looked at her glass.

She also came here by car... But does it have anything to do with not drinking?Could it be that these people are all in one cup?
Keir looked at Clarett who was staring at them suspiciously, then at Gin's back, and whispered:
"Master Gin said, you can't drink while driving, and you can't drive while drinking, otherwise you will easily increase the risk of traffic accidents..."

Although she was full of resentment towards the organization and Gin, it had to be said that Gin was really good at risk control.

Claret looked stunned, "It's like this..."

Since it's Master Gin's education...why doesn't she stop drinking it?

Only Grappa snorted disdainfully after hearing Kiel's words, looked at Gin with disgust in his eyes, and continued to muffle himself.

And their words could not escape Gin's ears at all.

His eyelids twitched.

Very good, it seems that his group rules can be fully carried forward today.

(End of this chapter)