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

Chapter 457 Air Responsibility
After the explosion.

The room was filled with a choking smell of smoke.

Belmode was thankful that he had predicted Gin's trajectory, and took away the vodka before Gin detonated the bomb and took the door behind him.

Now the scene is a bit messy:
Except for Belmode and Vodka who escaped the direct impact, the faces of the other members present were basically covered in soot.

Some members standing in the front row were even overturned by the blast...

Claret, Keir, and Calvados were called over, because they were originally subordinates of Gin, and after seeing Gin's injury, they all expected that nothing good would happen—the only one who didn't quite Clarett, who knew about it, was also pulled back by Keir, so there was nothing wrong with him, and he wasn't even ashamed.

Belmode looked at these members of the organization who were greatly frightened and looked at Gin with frightened eyes, and sighed and held his forehead:
Who is not good for these people to provoke, they have to provoke Gin?
Well, yes, the culprit is still Angostura...

The corners of Belmode's mouth twitched, and he looked at the two instigators of the accident:
Angostella and Gin also moved to sit on the inner wall of this wide old house because the original location was blown into darkness.

——Both of them are fine.

It was Angostella whose head was blown up and bleeding.

He and Gin sat alone on the same sofa and glared at each other, neither of them would give in to the other.

Obviously, I just saw two people facing each other yesterday, but they seem to have disliked each other for a long time...

Apart from the head, Angostella's clothes were also torn, and Anderberg was next to him, wrapping bandages around his head round and round.

"I said, is there something wrong with you? As for a disagreement that detonated a bomb?"

Angostella said such a sentence, but the wound on his face was pulled, and he grinned for a while.

"Heh... an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye." Qin Jiu grinned.

Like Angostella, he was also in a bit of a mess: part of his face was burned, and several hairs were singed.

But for Qin Jiu, these skin injuries can be recovered in minutes if he thinks about it, and this is because he didn't use Qi to protect himself.

The main reason is that his clothes were also torn a lot, which made his desolation slightly increase.

"...Are you paying back a hundredfold?" Angostella's mouth twitched.

To be reasonable, he just left a knife to cut Gin's face, but the other party directly took the bomb... I didn't expect that he made an explosion yesterday, and he was sanctioned by the bomb today.

Fortunately, the gin was not that powerful, and the amount was small, and the center of the explosion was just a burn...

After bandaging his teammates, Anderberg turned to gin again.

He studied Gin's wound, gestured a few times, and without asking Gin's opinion, he pulled off the bandage expressionlessly, and wrapped Gin around a few times.

"Next time, you can consider adding a few times more." Gin showed a cold smile at Angostella, and turned his head to look at Anderberg, and restrained his expression, "Thank you."

He didn't reject Underburger's offer.

Even though Gin thought that his injury would heal after a while...but under the eyes of other members of the organization, he still tried his best to restrain his body's self-healing ability to avoid being found out about any problems.

However, Gin probably felt that there was no sincerity in thanking verbally, so after thinking about it, he took it out of his pocket.

... and took out another box.

Everyone turned pale with fright, and Angostella almost jumped up.

Fortunately, the next moment, Gin opened the box calmly, took out a bag of tea from it and handed it to Underburger, and swept the audience with a cold look.

Everyone who met his gaze bowed their heads.

What contempt, disdain, complacency... All kinds of emotions have completely disappeared from the faces of other members; only fear and fear remain in the depths of their eyes-in the organization, capable people are not scary, and those with status and incompetence are not to be feared. It is also difficult for people to be obedient.

Only when both ability and status are superior, will the people below admire him.

...But now, in the eyes of many people, Gin, the person in charge who has lived in Japan for nearly 20 years, has 'fallen out of favor'.

but.

In the organization, there is another kind of person that can make people fear from the bottom of their hearts: that is the madman.

Gin didn't care that he was injured at all, he just took out a bomb to die with Angostura after being cut by a knife. In the eyes of others, he acted like a lunatic...

Here, Anderberg readily accepted the gift of gin, but there was a little friendliness on his indifferent face, especially the very friendly eyes:
"You're welcome."

Tea is a precious oriental product, and the quality of the tea in Gin's hands is definitely not low...

If he could get some thank-you gifts every time he bandaged Gin's wound, he hoped that this kind of thing would happen more times today.

After Underburger accepted the tea leaves, he made some small calculations in his heart, and even secretly calculated whether to wrap a few more bandages on the gin.

Naturally, Angostella didn't know that his teammate actually had such an idea of ​​"abandoning the light and turning to the dark" in his heart, but he simply had some opinions on Anderberg's behavior: "Hey! Ambu, why are you taking this guy's stuff? "

Seeing that he started yelling again, Gin gave a sneer, and took out a small bomb with a timer under everyone's horrified eyes: "What's your opinion?"

If he blows up alone, everyone may die together.

Angostella stared wide-eyed: "What's the matter? I intend to... woo woo woo!"

A large roll of bandages was suddenly stuffed into his mouth by Anderberg, and then Anderberg quickly slipped to the corner, and gestured "Please" to Gin from a distance.

Gin gave an approving look to Anderberg Mingzhe's way of protecting himself.

But at this time, Belmode, who had been watching everything from the sidelines, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and frowned weakly: "...I said, have you played enough?"

"Pfft! Cough...Of course not! Ambu, wait for me!" Angostella pulled out the bandage roll that was almost stuffed down his throat, accused his teammates, and then looked at Belmode , "Speaking of which, who are you? Vodka?"

Belmod: "..."

Does she look like a driver?

Seeing that Angostella not only did not recognize Belmode, but also called the wrong code name, Gin sneered mercilessly: "I said Stella, are you blind?"

He didn't bring vodka at all today.

Behind Belmode.

Vodka silently raised his hand: "Well, I'm Vodka..."

Gin: "..."

Hey, when did he bring the vodka?

Oh yes, Vodka helped him drive here...

Angostura: "..."

When did this guy with sunglasses come in?

Vodka: "..."

For some reason, he felt like he was being ignored.

(End of this chapter)