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

Chapter 560 Who is the host in Xi'an?
"...Well, Master Angostura... It's almost time, I have to go to the TV station to urge the staff to set off, don't you think..."
'Oh, yes, let's confirm it first... I have arranged for the people at Gin to be at the designated place, Ambu, you will remember to go to BHC to check first...Amb!Claret!You two stop talking! '
Conan pressed the earphones and listened carefully to the movement over there.

When he heard Alexer say that their people had already monitored the parking lot area, Conan had already had the car stopped.

"Conan, what's the situation now?"

Next to Conan, sat a foreign woman wearing glasses.

— Judy Stein.

This female FBI didn't know when she got on Conan's intelligence network again.

"...They should be checking the action again." Conan tried to eliminate some redundant noises in the earphones, and extracted the most important content, "bhc, bho, bha... the pronouns of these places, what impression do you have, Teacher Judy ?"

Not long ago, Judy called Conan's mobile phone, and Conan knew that she had been monitoring the host named Rena Mizumu.

Judy frowned and thought for a while, picked up the phone and sent a text message to someone, then looked at Mr. James in the driver's seat, and Qi Qi shook his head, "No... I have no impression at all, these English abbreviations Are you sure it's the place name?"

"That one is called Angostura. Let a person named 'Alexis' go to bhc for a stay, and there are two other people in other places. The place name must be correct."

Conan's tone was firm.

But immediately, he said to Judy with a little seriousness: "Mr. Judy, since you can monitor each other, you should have some understanding of their actions, right? Is the organization planning to attack anyone again this time?" ?”

Judy smiled wryly: "This is what we want to know...Recently, the organization has begun to investigate us on a large scale, and we have been forced to transfer several times. We will find that there is something wrong with Mizurunai, or because of the Before this incident, the other party had frequent contact with Belmode."

Conan was a little disappointed when he heard this.

When he received a call from Teacher Judy before, he was a little surprised, thinking that this time the FBI had anticipated the organization's actions...

But after calming down, Conan also thought about the last time Akai Shuichi traded organization information to Lie.

A flash of light flashed in Conan's mind: "Member... that's right! They want to attack the candidate for the MP!"

"...The question is, there are nearly ten candidates for parliamentarians in Tokyo...Which one will they attack?"

James held the steering wheel and kept pointing his fingers.

"It should be the ones with a higher election rate." Judy recalled, "We have also been paying attention to these people recently, but we didn't expect the organization to act so suddenly."

"I remember that there are currently only three people with high public support. One is Eisaku Tokiwa, one of the heirs of the Tokiwa Group and a professor of biology at the university; A thousand-headed Shunji is quite powerful in the family." James took out a record book in the car, which recorded a dense pile of information composed of code words.

However, Conan is rarely distracted at this critical moment:
He thought of the note that Lie handed over to Akai Shuichi. In addition to a message about the organization's thoughts on congressional candidates, there was another...

'software?Speaking of which, the evening is Syndra's product launch event. Is this also their goal? '
Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but sweat in his hands.

if true...

Then I'm afraid there will be some danger at the press conference!
Do you want to stop Xiaolan and the others?

"Conan?"

"Conan!"

Zhu Di yelled twice before Conan came back to his senses, "What's wrong, Mr. Judy?"

"...How are those people doing now?"

Conan was silent for a while, listening to the increasingly chaotic voices in the earphones that he couldn't understand, he felt a little dizzy.

In his impression, the people in the organization are ruthless, right?Like gin, and the feeling that Huiyuan gave him before...

Why do you feel that the lively members of these organizations are not quite right this time?

Shaking off some unrealistic thoughts in his mind, Conan settled down, "They mentioned the target person, it seems to be called...'Xi'an host'?"

Judy Peas: "Host?"

Among these candidates... there seems to be no host?
And, Xi'an...

This seems to be the name of an ancient city in China, right?
James was deep in thought in the front row: "Among these three people, does any one have anything to do with 'Xi'an' or 'host'?"

His question, together with the continuous discussion of a group of people still coming from the bug, directly turned Conan into a mosquito-repellent eye.

Fortunately, Keir saved Conan's ears because he was going to urge the radio station personnel to leave early.

"I feel that on the surface, none of these three people has any connection with the 'Xi'an host', but that Rena Mizumu herself is the host." Judy frowned and thought hard, "However, if there is a tracking device... as long as If you follow her words, you will definitely know who the target is in the end."

Judy and James didn't seem to think that there was any problem with Conan, a schoolboy with bugs and tracking devices.

"But it's too late!"

Conan gritted his teeth.

If you just follow behind, you may be noticed by the opponent's people even if you get nearby, and it will definitely be even more difficult to interfere.

hateful!

Keel, Alexis, Amber, Angostella, Claret...and Gin!
How much wine did not show up!

damn it.

Who is the 'Xi'an Host'? !
Anyway, give him a hint, bastard!

……

Black Organization, Al Qaeda.

I don't know how many times the alarm clock wanted to challenge the great achievement, but was ruthlessly strangled by gin at the last critical step.

"Tsk, 10:30."

Gin yawned and glanced at his watch.

Well, the press conference starts at seven o'clock in the evening...he can hang around for about eight hours.

Speaking of which, Angostella should have almost started to act.

According to his estimation, no matter how unexpected the accident is, the goal should be settled before two o'clock, and he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

Gin walked out of the lounge, and patted the shoulder of Vodka, who got up early in the morning and sat in front of the computer to work seriously, "Vodka, is the system of the venue settled?"

(End of this chapter)