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

Chapter 553 You Can't Count

"Gah-"

A crow flits across the street, making a call that cannot be ignored.

It's just that when pedestrians looked up, no one found out where the crow went...

……

Central District.

A silent and nameless street, ushered in a lot of weird people in strange costumes.

...but not entirely to blame.

After all, they are just a group of people who wrapped themselves up like black bears in the early winter, that's all.

In addition to these crowded people, there are many vehicles of various shapes parked on both sides of the road.

Keir sat in the driver's seat, checked his weapons and equipment, looked at the entrance of the convenience store where people entered one after another, but no one came out, took a deep breath, got out of the car, locked the car, and slowed down. Walk towards the convenience store.

What a terrible 'hunting' operation that requires the participation of so many people...?

Even if there were not so many people when we attacked the FBI last time!

Could it be that the organization found out about them?Or was there any action above that was targeted by the organization?or...

All kinds of conjectures kept flashing in Keir's mind.

In the end, her train of thought was interrupted by a call:

"Keil! You're here so early?"

"Claret..." Keel turned his head and smiled, "It's getting late, I saw a lot of people go in just now."

The person who stopped Keir was obviously Claret.

The other party is also dressed in black today, with black boots and black boots, plus a black top and bottom... If it is left at night, it is estimated that no one can even touch it.

Claret quickly came to Keir, walked side by side with her towards the entrance of the meeting place, and chatted naturally: "Are there a lot of people here today?"

Kiel nodded: "Yeah, I'm surprised... It seems that there are many more people than the last operation."

"More than last time?" Claret frowned, and together with Keir nodded to the one-eyed old man at the counter of the convenience store, walked into the hidden secret door next to him and continued, "Gin Did the adults tell you the specific content of the action?"

As soon as he mentioned the last action, Clarett felt a little uncomfortable.

The mere FBI dared to plot against them, and even caused a lot of casualties to their organization members... Is the organization preparing to fight back this time?
She felt a little hopeful in her heart.

Kiel smiled wryly, "Not at all...Speaking of which, we don't seem to be working under Lord Gin anymore. If there is anything, it should be Lord Stella who gave orders."

For the action team that she was transferred from Gin, Keel actually felt a pity in her heart-after all, she has been with Gin for four years, and she is more or less an old member.

"...That's right." Clarett twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

Looking at her appearance, it seems that she is not very happy with Angostella.

While talking, the two walked into the depths of the darkness together.

At the end of the darkness is a bright hall. The layout is like an ordinary bar, but instead of scattered tables and chairs, there is a huge round table in the center.

It's just that there are cut marks in different directions on the tabletop, which seem to be pieced together after cutting from various original small tables.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen people sitting around the table, their eyes turned to the two who had just entered the venue.

These people are no strangers to Keir and Clarett, and they are all 'acquaintances' who Angostura called them to the scene for the first time.

So, probably thinking of the abnormal behavior of the two of them last time, most of them changed their faces, pretending that they didn't see anything, lowered their heads and continued to be in a daze...

Only Alex, who had worked with them before, established a revolutionary friendship with them, and raised his hand to greet them:
"Kill, Clarett, there is still room here."

"Thank you."

Gere and Clarett saw them sitting scattered, and they didn't know where to get in.

Alex's shout gave them a goal.

It's just that the other people looked at Alexer a little strangely: their companions, won't be spoiled by this task-crazed witch and the rude girl who casually pointed a gun at her boss, right?

Should they save it?
After Keir and Clarett took their seats, everyone, whether they were whispering before or speculating about this operation, fell silent and fell into deep thought.

Seeing how quiet the scene was, the people who came one after another from the back also quietly found a place to sit down, as quiet as chickens.

until--

"Cough hum!"

Snapped--

A crisp sound startled everyone.

When they came back to their senses, they realized that it turned out that their immediate boss had arrived with a stack of documents in his hand.

"Come on, report the number... Ah forget it, Ambu! Take a roll!"

Angostella rapped the table twice with a stack of papers rolled in her hand, and ordered to Anderberg.

After the latter got the order, he glanced around at the crowd present, then nodded with certainty, "Well, it's all set."

Angostella looked back, "I asked you to call the roll."

Underburger nodded calmly, "I can't remember the name."

A crowd of wine: "..."

Lord Anderberg was as offensive as ever.

"Then how do you know everyone is there?" Angostella's eyes were sharp.

Anderberg took out his notebook: "Last time, Stella, you recorded 25 members. This time, 22 are present. It's just right when you count us."

"Who told you that these 25 people count us? And even if we count ourselves, there are only 24!"

"Stella, you seem to have forgotten the gin."

"...Oh, there is one more gin, that is 23, what about the remaining two?" Angostella reacted, patted the table, with a cold face, "If the remaining two did not come, then we will never use it Here it comes! Ambu, after you go back, clean up those two people—”

"Ahh~ You have a big tone, who do you want to clean up?"

As soon as Angostura finished speaking, a beautiful female voice came from the entrance.

Angostella was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, and saw Belmode appearing from the darkness of the exit on a catwalk.

She completely ignored the others, and after saying a word, she naturally walked to the seat next to Keel and sat down.

"...cough, well, so it's Belmode, you, that's all right." Angostella coughed without embarrassment, and turned her head, "That means there's only one left, Ambu, you— —”

Before he finished speaking, Belmode interrupted him again, with a tone of disdain: "The remaining one, I think it should be vodka? Angostura, your calculations seem to be worse than What about Underburger?"

Anderberg immediately returned a noble salute to Belmode: "Thank you for your affirmation."

Angostura: "..."

He is not as good as Anderberg?
Pure slander!
He simply forgot about three people!

(End of this chapter)