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

Chapter 316 Chablis: Have pity on me!my dear friend!

"At the docks in the port area, the lanes are narrow, and containers are easy to hide, but there is a lack of shelter at high points."

On a tall building.

Gin held up a super high-power lens as a telescope, observing the terrain of the pier.

After roughly looking around, he retracted his gaze and took notes in his small notebook.

After a little comparison, Qin Jiu found out with emotion that the good things are usually left for the last.

At present, only the pier in the port area is more suitable for ambushes... But it is only relatively speaking, and it is still far behind Gin's psychological expectations.

But that can't be helped. In Gin's mind, the best place is to set up a field in the mountains, surrounded by the FBI, and then surrounded by them outside, and guerrilla warfare is easy in the mountains...

Maybe it's because he's watched too many guerrilla movies, and from time to time, Gin's mind would replay the scene where he led this group of people to fight guerrillas with the FBI...

"Forget it, this pier is not bad."

Gin muttered again, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Belmode and Chablis.

I don't know if there are better locations in Belmode and Chablis.

This mission should have been considered Belmode's job, but...

Isn't this guy guarding at Mihua Town?
Moreover, finding a suitable location will definitely take a certain amount of time and manpower, so Gin and Chablis had no choice but to step in and accept orders, while Belmode continued to sit in Mihua Town, accepting FBI surveillance while counter-surveilling the FBI.

Of course, after Gin and Chablis had almost done their investigations, Belmode would also like to do some investigations—choose a few good places and take a group of tails for a walk.

Let this group of tails choose their own cemetery...

"It's so miserable."

Gin pretended to shed a crocodile tear.

...but not a drop.

After sending the text message, Gin hummed 'count the ducks', and prepared to go downstairs in a normal way and take a look around the pier.

Because it is still broad daylight, he is not good at bouncing on the containers at the dock, so he can only wait and see from a distance first. For the specific details, he has to go around in a low-key manner first to get the result.

When Qin Jiu got into the car and was about to start it, his cell phone rang suddenly.

When he took it out, he saw that the incoming call was a very familiar number - Chablis's number.

Gin frowned, and pressed the answer button. Before he could ask the other party what he wanted to do, Chablis' ghostly cry pierced his eardrum like a sharp arrow:

"Gin! My friend, have pity on poor Chablis! My dear friend!"

"Oh my friend, why aren't you talking? I know you're there! You just texted me..."

"Damn God! Gin, my friend, I need your help..."

Gin: "..."

Brother, why are you so fat?

Gin wanted to ask Chablis why he was going crazy, but he saw that Chablis was a little crazy now, and he was afraid that he would not want to jump into the river if he was stimulated again later, so he said indifferently:
"Speak up, don't howl with me."

Chablis nearly deafened him in his left ear when he first called him.

Hearing the sound of gin, Chablis calmed down a little, "Oh, my friend! I knew you wouldn't leave me alone..."

"……Bye."

"Hey! Don't, don't! I'll say it, I'll say it." Seeing that he might lose the chance to ask for help, Chablis quickly got to the point, "Aren't I going to go to thirteen places today? Oh, Qin Wine, you may not know, I have only inspected seven of them now..."

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, but his eyelids were still drooping: "Then you're pretty fast."

He glanced at the time, and it was only half past one, not two o'clock.

However, Chablis said in a resentful tone, "Oh, it's not fast at all! You have to know, I left the house before five o'clock today..."

Gin fell silent.

Hiss... It was less than five o'clock, more than eight hours, and I ran to seven places...

Tsk tsk tsk, Chablis is miserable.

"So? You're calling me to complain, aren't you?" Gin took out a lemon drop from his pocket and chewed it in his mouth, making a 'click', 'click' sound.

"I mean..." Chablis paused suddenly, "Wait, my friend, what are you eating?"

Gin chewing stopped for a moment: "...lemon drop."

Does this Chablis have good ears?
"wait……"

Chablis hurriedly finished this sentence, and suddenly fell silent.

Qin Jiu waited for a while in confusion, and then heard the sound of 'cracker' coming from the other end of the phone.

"..."

Good guy, are you going to get candy?
Gin recalled the last time a group of people had a meeting in the stronghold, and Chabli also had a pack of lemon candies in his pocket, and the corners of his eyes twitched twice.

"...Gin, let alone, this thing is really refreshing." Chablis was probably stimulated by the sour taste of lemon, and his voice became more normal, "Well, actually, I want to ask... My friend, would you like to help me see the remaining six spots?"

Gin: "..."

He knew that it would be no good if Chablis called him.

So, Qin Jiu did a simple arithmetic problem, rolled his half-moon eyes, "I've already done four on my side, you give me another six... and you are three less than me?"

"Damn~ Isn't that why you've run away now?"

Qin Jiu didn't want to take this order in vain at all, and said coldly: "Give me a reason... You seem to be busy right now, don't you?"

"That's true, but I'm going to have afternoon tea later... I thought I could finish it before three o'clock." Chablis seemed to sigh.

Qin Jiu snorted coldly: "Then I'm not obliged to take on the tasks you clearly have time to complete."

Did Chablis consider him a philanthropist?Targeting him all day and expecting yourself to do things for him?
There are no doors.

After all, Gin took the phone away from his ear and was about to press the hang up button.

But at this moment, Chablis laughed:
"Oh, my friend... you don't want to see anything happen to 'Pino' do you?"

Qin Jiu's movements paused, and his pupils shrank slightly.

This guy……

"Let me guess, Pino or Tequila, which one is yours?" Chablis seemed to be smiling happily on the other end of the phone, "Hey, Gin, why don't you talk?"

"Hehe." Qin Jiu sneered twice, "Why, what do you want to do to them?"

When he said this, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it seems that Chablis is suffering from illness again... But why does this guy think there is something wrong with these two?Could it be that he didn't call these two people because he was afraid of trouble?
It's head-scratching.

"Ah? Are you acquiescing?" Chablis pretended to be surprised, then laughed, "Help me investigate those places, how about I help you hide it? It's a good deal, right?"

(End of this chapter)