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

Chapter 591

'Go to hell!to die!to die! '
'The ungrateful man...'
'Go to hell! '
The illusory and vicious cursing made Qin Jiu's brain swell, and his eyelids felt a little heavy.

At this time, another real voice gradually became clear:

"Big brother? Big brother!"

"...Big Brother! We're here, Big Brother..."

The illusory abuse completely disappeared, but the voice of vodka became more and more clear.

Gin opened his eyes, and closed them again in the next second, stimulated by the glare of the sun. He straightened up and rubbed his eyes: "It's here?"

In the driver's seat, Vodka twisted his body 180 degrees. Seeing that the gin had woken up, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes! Brother, we have arrived..."

After adapting to the light for a while, Gin raised his chin: "Stop by the side of the road, there's no room inside."

"Okay big brother."

The vodka was all right, and I started the car and drove forward for 100 meters, and stopped on the side of the curb.

"Brother, is there any mission for us to come here this time?"

Vodka, who has been keeping his own place as a driver along the way, expressed timely concern for this trip.

He didn't receive any mission notification all morning, but he was woken up by Gin with bullets before he woke up from his nap. He thought it was some kind of urgent mission.

Gin took out a lollipop from his pocket and threw a stick of vodka along the way, "It's nothing, but that Angostella guy can't stay idle...you'll know when it's over."

Looking at the factory area without any fog, Gin couldn't help but tugged at his collar.

The scenes he dreams of now are getting weirder and weirder, but the way of death is very consistent...

The scene here in the factory is completely different from the one in the dream, but Gin still feels inexplicably that there is a high possibility that an unmanned machine gun will shoot out of the corner and shoot himself to death...

It's terrifying.

'In addition to training to keep up, I guess I have to get some medicine for peace of mind. '
Otherwise, he would have this kind of dream every day, and he really couldn't get enough sleep...

Gin was thinking while walking, causing him to almost bump into a telephone pole while walking.

Vodka's worries about his elder brother's physical condition were clearly visible, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

……

The underground base can be directly entered through the factory outside, but there are many defensive measures at the entrance, which can basically prevent outsiders from entering.

Although this place is remote, almost no one will come.

Moreover, it is a miracle that such a place that has been abandoned for an unknown period of time has not been demolished, and it can continue to be preserved.

Since he had never been here before, Gin wandered around with vodka for a while before he determined the location of the entrance.

'Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-'
The sound of machinery running is endless.

Gin quickened his pace and dragged Vodka deep into the training ground.

'Clang——'
Gin is all too familiar with the sound of sniper guns with silencers installed.

He paused subconsciously in his footsteps, and then realized that this was some people's 'entertainment'...

Sure enough, after walking another passage, he heard a burst of mocking laughter:
"Aha! Belmode, you're playing crooked again, why don't you be so mean?"

"Angostra, shut up!"

"Why? Are you still angry? Ouch, I'm so scared."

"If you say one more word, I will castrate you!!"

"Tch, do you believe me? Huh? With your marksmanship..."

"That, that... Lord Angostura, Lord Belmode, please stop arguing..."

"Alexis, this is none of your business!"/"Shut up, too!"

Gin: "..."

These people are really energetic...

In other words, Belmod sounds like he is in good condition. After reading such a long series of text messages, he thought that Belmod's tortured life would not be long...

——Bermode sent countless text messages to Gin, dozens of phone calls, and even repeated emails several times, the main purpose is for one:
Find Gin as foreign aid.

And the reason...

The main reason is that Angostura doesn't know what to do. Yesterday, he was busy with so many bad things, and today he has nothing to do...

'Organizing a core member shooting competition'?

Anyway, at first, Gin thought that Keir's whereabouts had been found out, or that he had discovered the whereabouts of those from the FBI.

As a result, when he saw the content of the email, he almost didn't spit, and even wanted to hang Belmode up and give him a beating.

Gin led the vodka and leaned against the entrance of the training ground, looked at Belmode who was aiming the sniper rifle at the virtual screen on the sniper elevator, and whistled.

It was the first time he saw Belmode holding a sniper rifle... To be honest, Gin thought it was funny.

Although the whistle was not loud, in an instant, the core members gathered at the training ground all looked in the direction of Gin, and even Belmode and Angostella, who were fighting each other, turned their heads.

"Hey! Who's here? Gin, don't you want to see what time it is?" Angostella was the first to shout loudly, with inexplicable excitement in his eyes, "I'm late for the first group action, Qin Jiu, this time I will punish you for writing—"

"It's noisy."

Gin was chewing on a lollipop, and cast a cool look at him, "Group action? It's entertainment, right? Is it interesting to call me here for such a boring thing?"

Angostella grinned: "Whether it's interesting or not is up to you... Hey! Belmode, why are you in a daze? Can you compare?"

"He's taller than you! Which bastard asked me to come up just now? Huh?"

When Belmode saw the gin coming, he threw the sniper rifle on the ground, smashed it on the spot, paused the virtual shooting training with the remote control, controlled the elevator to descend, and slammed Angostella viciously.

"Hey! I said Belmode, you are here, why are you here?"

"Hehe... Gin! Come on, blow his head off!"

Belmode expressed that he didn't want to talk nonsense with Angostella, and threw a sniper at Gin.

Gin was holding a gun, lost in thought, and looked at Belmode inexplicably: "What happened to him?"

Today, Belmode still seems to be full of fire.

I don't know if it's menopause.

"He asked me to snipe yardage with Anderberger." Belmode rolled his eyes, "I'm not a professional sniper, how could I be better?"

Gin nodded, grasping the point: "So, you are just angry when you lose?"

Belmode Half Moon Eyes: "Can't you?"

"...Okay, it's too much punishment."

Gin shook his head, took off his hat and threw it to Vodka, muttering in a low voice, "Isn't it just that I lost the game, how narrow-minded..."

Belmod: "..."

She heard it! Hey!

Isn't she just trying to save face?what happened?Is there something wrong?Where the hell is the bastard Gin on?
Angostella looked at the interaction between the two with great interest, "I said, do you two have enough ink? Hurry up and discuss who will replace you? Don't waste time!"

Gin put the gun on the iron rack and tied up his hair: "Rules? Scoring method? I replace Belmode, how do you count?"

It's not that the organization has never held a shooting competition before, but it's the first time that Angostura has drawn so many people over at once.

"Rule? The rule is to see who has the highest yardage accuracy... But Gin, I will add some requirements, and it will only be counted if you hit the end." Angostella looked up, and the application was a little frustrating, "Before Belmode You have already lost two rounds, so recalculate your words, and the one who loses must meet any requirements of the other party."

(End of this chapter)