Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 150 The organization is very touched

Belmod: "..."

There are always people who have to suffer in this world, but some people seem to suffer too much, like Gin.

The repeated terrorist attacks in his own jurisdiction are really unpleasant and run counter to the 'mysterious' purpose of the organization.

The first two terrorist attacks were easy to talk about, but the matter with the embassy...

When daybreak comes, the whole world will know that a terrorist group in Tokyo attacked the embassy and successfully killed the FBI investigators inside.

Even if the organization will not claim responsibility for the incident.

"But this has nothing to do with you," Bermod said fairly. "That gentleman already knew about the embassy, ​​and he didn't get angry."

After saying that, he added nonchalantly, "He hasn't replied to me yet."

There was no reply for a long time. Rounding it up can be directly understood as not caring and not getting angry because of it.

Belmode continued as if nothing had happened, "Call, no matter what, FBI support is on the way,"

She picked up the black tea again and said softly: "The leader of the FBI support team this time is not a simple guy. He is a hyena who can spit out foul breath whenever he opens his mouth and barks."

This means that the other party is not a good thing, but a carnivore with both black and white. From the perspective of black people, it is not a good thing, and from the perspective of ordinary people, it is not a good thing.

"A person like him is best suited to bite people. With just one bite, he can tear off large pieces of meat. Even many FBI think he is quite troublesome, so they sent him and his men to support. "

To face the bloody enemy, of course you have to unleash the bloody dogs.

"Besides," Bellmode added, "that phone call was weird, wasn't it?"

"In case, there is still room for change..."

She talks a lot, to the point of saying, "I want to make up for a future, but I find it's a bit outrageous, and I can't really make up for it, so I have to bite the bullet and make up for it."

Gin sneered coldly, "Concentrate your little thoughts."

Belmod's tone suddenly became calmer, "That gentleman's wish is my wish."

"Let's call."

"Sir will want to know the details."

This phone call was a bit difficult to make.

Gin glanced at the cell phone that was currently on a call, put it in the background, maintained the call, and dialed another number.

It was clear that the phone screen had black text on a white background, which was very clear in black and white, but when he made the call, Gin had an inexplicable and subtle illusion: it was a crazy blood red waving afterimage.

He waited quietly for the call to come through.

The phone didn't ring for long, and soon someone answered, and a voice with a rather brisk tone from the future said, "Hello, good morning."

"It's only five o'clock." He glanced at the time and expressed concern for his boss, "Did you actually get up so early? Do you get up so early every day?"

And said in awe, "Wow, no wonder you don't like to laugh by nature."

He still had the nerve to complain, "I didn't sleep all night."

Complaining is very effective and can stimulate human emotions.

Seven emotions: anger, fury and fury.

Six desires: desire to shoot, desire to shoot, only desire to shoot.

Gin: "..."

He said coolly: "It's not that I just got up, it's that I haven't slept yet."

"Huh?" Mirai Ichijo pretended to be surprised and became even more awe-struck, "No wonder you don't like to laugh by nature!"

"It's your fault that you don't like to laugh by nature. It's the organization's fault and it has nothing to do with me," he sighed. "And I'm gradually becoming less inclined to laugh. I actually worked overtime until past five in the morning."

He is quite concerned, "After I get my code name and become a full-time employee, will I have five insurances and one fund? Will I work [-] to [-], [-] days off and [-] days off? What is the salary, will there be rental benefits, and how will overtime pay be calculated? ?”

"If you work overtime until early in the morning, your overtime pay will be at least ten times higher, right?" Gin: "..."

If there is a choice, he hopes that one will play 0 and 7 in the future.

Again: Do organizations really need this?
"I heard the police call," Gin skillfully suppressed the slight ups and downs of high blood pressure, forced to ignore the mental trash talk, and asked in a stiff tone, "What are you going to do?"

He heard some faint sounds coming from the other end of the phone.

Ichijo Miku seemed to have covered his cell phone, turned around and said something to someone. Only some sporadic sounds could be heard faintly, which sounded quite gentle, like a husband who had been tired for a day and was gently communicating with his beloved wife. :
"Okay...good job...you are great...be good..."

It's also like meeting an underground lover, "Thirteen hours?"

"Okay... call me by phone... don't worry, it will be soon... 10 minutes..."

"Sniper rifle?"

"You are at ease."

... a sniper rifle?

Gin immediately became alert, and the moment the voice on the other end of the phone became clear again, he asked in a deep voice, "What sniper rifle?"

A somewhat surprised voice came from the future, "Hey, are you eavesdropping?"

"It's nothing," he replied patiently, as if to comfort his ignorant and angry girlfriend, "There are sniper rifles in the embassy."

"I'm the tenth...I only found out after I found dozens of bullets. Isn't this not in line with the rules? I didn't expect that he looked like a human being and actually hid a sniper rifle. It was so kind."

"What else did you hear?" Mirai Ichijo asked nonchalantly, "You are quite curious."

He explained truthfully, "I just had a friendly exchange with the person sent by the FBI to investigate me. He has already memorized his lines and confirmed from the intranet transfer order that the second batch of FBI has taken the bait, and there are still thirteen hours to go." The rod is reeled in.”

After thinking for a while, he explained, "Oh, it means that the second batch of FBI investigators have already boarded the plane and will arrive in Tokyo in thirteen hours."

"The FBI meeting was too serious and scary," Ichigo Mirai complained. "The kind-hearted FBI man was so frightened that he almost alerted other people in the embassy. I had to comfort him first and then put it into his head." Order, alas.”

So in the beginning, it was comforting.

It's like I just remembered Gin's initial question, "What's the call to the police?"

"Oh, I asked Mr. FBI for a small favor."

"They internally speculate that I am a retired veteran, the lame kind." A future complaint said in a serious tone, "Really, is this too much?"

"Even if I opened my mouth and yelled 'Teacher, Caicai, Laolao', I was embarrassed for a long time before I took back 'Classmate, it's time to hang up', and I barely pretended that they got the answer right and gave them high marks."

"Tsk."

Gin: "..."

In the trash talk that was almost like a hurricane, which could easily turn the ocean of mentality into darkness, he caught the key word, "The second batch?"

The first batch of FBI investigators were in the embassy.

The second group of FBI investigators, on the plane.

One future term is a fishing term.

He threatened an FBI investigator and made a distress call with false information, which attracted a second group of FBI investigators. After the terrorist attack without using a sniper rifle, he said he had discovered a sniper rifle and praised the staff at the museum. Very kind.

What does this mean?
Gin: "...What are you going to do?"

He heard the compliment, "You're so smart."

Mirai Ichijo smiled, "I heard that every novice fisherman will receive a fishing gift package. In order to satisfy you, dear leader, I plan to catch a few more fish."

"The first fish was a little small," he apologized, "but the second one was bigger."

"Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy the organization."

(End of this chapter)