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

Chapter 7 If the stronghold is exposed, then blow it up

As a member of the organization, how can you not hide some small parts on your body?
Just when Scotland wanted to work harder to cut the rope and find a way to break through, the gangsters who went out came back cursing.

"Damn it, which brat is so skinny..."

Scotland:"……"

Not gin?That's right, it shouldn't be possible for the gin boss to come up so openly.

Vodka: "..."

It's over, the big brother is here...

Many gangsters thought they had been tricked, and stood at the door cursing non-stop, but the mission target and peripheral members who were arguing originally looked at the gangster leader with a dignified expression on their faces.

"Yes, could it be... the support from that organization came?"

The target of the mission is a young clerk with glasses, who still retains the original fear of the black organization in his heart.

The peripheral members who had already turned their backs twitched, "After so long, the higher-ups must have found something wrong! I said earlier to destroy the data and clean up the traces, and just knock them out. You must listen!"

"Then don't even think about it. If these two people are alive, they will definitely find me again!"

The mission target roared hysterically.

The voice from outside the room reached Vodka and Scotland's ears without hindrance.

Click~
There was a very small voice that was heard by no one but Scotch and Vodka.

Scotland successfully cut the rope in his hand. He gestured a few times on Vodka's hand, and Vodka immediately understood the intention, and pressed his hand down slightly without saying a word, so that Scotland could help him cut the rope...

Vodka looked at these gangsters with guns pointed at them, and gritted his teeth in his heart:
If he didn't trust the members of the organization too much, he wouldn't have been beaten with a sap and shot when he came over!
I have to find a way to grab a gun and cooperate with my elder brother.

Suddenly.

"--Who?!"

There was a sudden shout from outside the room where the two were held.

Then there was the sound of messy footsteps, leaving the room, the vodka guards froze for a moment, and four strong men in suits went out to check the situation.

The gangster: "..."

Why did you run out?What should they do?

"Boss and the others went out? Shall we continue to watch?"

"...Then why not? Boss didn't let us follow either."

The big troops have all gone out, and the dozen or so gang members who stayed behind chatted one after another.

They still lack knowledge of the black organization, and they don't think that the two people tied to the chair pose any threat to them... But they don't know that Scotland is already communicating with Vodka in sign language about how to grab a gun.

……

At the elevator.

The leader of the tattooed gangster had a gloomy face, and walked over with a group of younger brothers, "Did you see anyone coming over just now?"

The younger brothers were taken aback: "No, boss..."

"What happened to the footsteps just now?"

The tattoo leader looked suspicious.

"...Well, Mr. Heavy Mouth." The man with glasses swallowed, "It is very likely that the assistance from that mysterious organization has arrived, why don't we leave first..."

"leave?"

The heavy-mouthed leader narrowed his small eyes, "Then the reward agreed before..."

"Mr. Chongkou, don't worry, we will pay you accordingly."

The man in glasses wiped the cold sweat from his brow, the pressure from these gangsters was no less than that from members of the organization...

And the rebellious member of the organization is silent now, but regrets in his heart: Why did he believe the nonsense of this mission goal?
This idiot thinks that the gangster can compete with the people of that organization?
Stupid, stupid... he was stupid himself.

However, once betrayed, there is no turning back...

'Da da ~ da da ~'
The sound of extremely fast footsteps suddenly sounded from beside him.

"Who?!"

The traitor was taken aback suddenly, and his voice made the heavy-mouthed leader look over.

"what happened?"

"Footsteps!" The traitor looked at the door of the apartment next to him in horror, "Yes, it came from inside."

"Oh?"

The heavy-mouthed leader's glasses shone slightly.

in the room?In other words, maybe there were other people hiding here before?

If they were members of the mysterious organization that the client mentioned, maybe they could get another fortune... The three hostages should be worth more, right?
The heavy mouth leader has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Go in and have a look."

He said so to his men.

Even if the door is locked, they still have a hundred ways to get in, but the gangster who tried to open the door was stunned, "Boss, this door is not locked..."

The leader of Chongkou was also taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, "Oh! It seems that I am in a panic, let's go in and have a look."

The five younger brothers walked in front, and the remaining four were behind him, while the task target, the man in glasses and the traitor of the organization, stayed outside the door, and two gangsters stayed at the elevator entrance.

There is a section of the portal of the apartment building that is door-to-door, and only exists around the elevator entrance.

After the heavy-mouthed leader led people in, the traitors of the organization wanted to escape—he really had a bad feeling.

However, before he could carry out his sneaking plan, his eyes suddenly caught a reflection.

……That is?
The traitor's eyes widened.

It's a fishing line from the opposite door to that room!

"Get out! Don't go in!"

The traitors of the organization shouted, attracting everyone's attention.

But it was too late—

"boom--!"

Smoke out, fire.

Accompanied by a deafening sound, it burst out from the room that the heavy-mouthed leader entered.

The four people who stayed outside suddenly lost their spirits: how could there be a bomb here! ?
"Ding ~"

The voice in the elevator made several people excited: "Someone is coming down!"

The two gangsters came back to their senses immediately, raised their guns and aimed at the elevator entrance.

The elevator door opened slowly under the watchful eyes of the four, and the gun-wielding gangster was ready to shoot, but——

No one is empty.

"Drip~"

drop ~ drop ~
"What's the sound?" The mission target's voice was trembling.

It's a pity that no one can answer him.

The next second—

boom! ! !
The explosion was stronger than before, and the heat wave generated engulfed the four of them without hesitation, and the oncoming impact made them fall into a coma instantly...

……

When Gin Jiu came out from the opposite side of the explosion room, he saw four neatly scorched corpses.

"Tsk, how miserable."

Feeling lost, Gin took out another bomb from his pocket and placed it among the corpses, then walked to the house where Scotland was originally without looking back.

Qin Jiu's eyes were cold, the pistol was already in his right hand, and his left hand was about to remove the dagger tied to his thigh, but suddenly stopped.

"...These two are not too useless." Qin Jiu muttered in a low voice.

Well, he has heard those screams, it seems that vodka should have nothing to do with Scotland...

……Maybe.

"asshole!"

At this time, a gangster rushed out of the room in front of Gin, turned his head fiercely, and was about to shoot into the room, when he happened to see Gin's tall figure.

"...oh shit."

When the gangster got out, Gin had already aimed at the opponent, pulled the trigger, and took the opponent's dog's life directly.

Gin: Thank you for the gift of God.

His expression softened slightly.

Gin has already started brewing to teach vodka and Scottish words. At this moment, another gangster came out...

"..."

Can these two people do it?
Gin silently fired a shot, and stuck a bomb on each side of the wall——

He was preparing for the destruction of the stronghold. Anyway, since the building was exposed, it would be impossible to use it again, and it was not his own property, so he didn't feel bad if it was completely blown up.

Fortunately, the number of these gangsters is not large, only thirty, and the small bombs have saved him a lot, so he can be greedy by the way...

Gin stood silently at the door, waiting for the screams inside to disappear before speaking, "Vodka, Scotch, the backup data is ready to be withdrawn."

"Big brother!"

"Boss Gin..."

The sound of gin successfully summoned the two of them.

Seeing his deliberate gloomy face, neither of them dared to speak more, and honestly backed up the information in the computer of the base station with a hard disk, and then searched around to bring all the communication equipment with them. Vodka and Scotland were very embarrassed out of the apartment building...

As for the gin, he took nothing--except the bomb.

After their car drove away, Gin silently pressed the remote control detonation button.

The soaring flames illuminated the gloomy sky, successfully adding a lot of "fireworks" to this unprosperous area.

The real "smoke" and "fire".

(End of this chapter)