Conan: I'm Really Not a Model Worker at a Winery

"Please rest assured that the warehouse I manage has not had any problems so far. As for the equipment, I don't need to worry about it." The person in charge of the warehouse is an old member, who looks much older than Gin.

But in fact, he should be about the same age as Gin.

It just so happens that the members of this age group are also the most annoying category of Gin - they think they have higher qualifications than him and like to show off, and sometimes they don't necessarily listen to his orders...

What annoys Gin even more is that most of these people dislike him and want to kick him out of the stage if they get a chance.

For example, the newly transferred warehouse manager occasionally looked at Qin Jiu with a sense of 'how old are you'.

Before changing, Gin might have to suppress it a few times, or put some murderous deterrence on it.

now...

"That's good." Gin threw the list to the other party nonchalantly, not intending to check it again, "It's better as you said that nothing will happen..."

After finishing speaking, Gin left the guard warehouse calmly.

The organization has too many armed forces around Tokyo, it's time to help the organization to 'reduce staff'.

Gin returned to his Porsche, quickly took out a lollipop from his pocket and put it in his mouth—it suffocated him to death.

"Brother, where are you going next?"

This time, vodka was also on board.

Shirley escaped and the stronghold was destroyed.

Naturally, gin and vodka do not need to implement the shift guard system, and one person can be responsible for driving and one person can paddle as before.

"Just stop here for a while." Gin cracked the lollipop, "You've been driving all day, take a rest."

"Okay big brother."

Vodka is all right.

Now the time has jumped to summer again, the two of them went out wearing all black, and almost died of the heat during the day...

Fortunately, there is air conditioning in the car.

Gin saw that Vodka had nothing to do while resting, so he threw a few coffee candies over for him, and changed the sachet that had been hanging in the car for an unknown amount of time.

Then, Gin took out a note pad and wrote down a string of Chinese characters, tearing it up and handing it to Vodka:

"I'll go to Kanagawa City's 7-chome [-]th Street later, and put this in the mailbox of that household."

Vodka put away the note, nodded solemnly, "Okay brother...do you have any action?"

Gin yawned: "It's nothing, it's just preparations before the battle."

Vodka: "?!"

Brother is going to break with the organization so soon?too fast!

As if seeing through the frightened eyes under the vodka sunglasses, Gin explained with drooping eyelids:

"Relax, it's just a proper weakening of the organization's military power in Japan."

"weaken?"

Vodka was puzzled, and took out the note with Gin's permission to read it.

Learning Chinese for so many years is not in vain. I immediately understood the specific meaning of the content, and immediately looked at my elder brother with great concern:

"But if that's the case, brother, you will definitely be held accountable..."

"Accountability is good, accountability is normal."

Gin crushed all the lollipops and chewed them in his mouth.

"It's better to be so disappointed in me and take me out of this position."

Vodka looked puzzled: "Why, brother? It's easy to control now, isn't it?"

"That's all in the past tense." Qin Jiu sighed helplessly, "Think about it, if the five-star team debuts, there will be organizations like the FBI and Japanese police behind them. The person in charge, who should bear this firepower?"

"...Yes, brother?"

"Yes."

Gin bit the stick of the lollipop, and turned on the radio: "But the problem is, rounded up, they are all friendly troops... Why should I bear the firepower of friendly troops?"

Hearing what Gin said, Vodka couldn't understand his train of thought:

"But big brother, why can't we cooperate with those people internally and externally?"

Vodka thinks very simple.

The five-star group, the FBI, and the Japanese public security are united, plus their internal agents in these organizations... Isn't it a big force if they are directly united?

Gin could see what was going on in Vodka's mind at a glance, and after feeling how simple his teammate's brain circuit was, he patiently explained:

"Vodka, first of all, you have to be clear...the five-star group can cooperate with those forces occasionally at most, and it is impossible for the Japanese police, FBI, and CIA to cooperate closely."

"Spy agencies in that kind of country must obey the upper-level arrangements, which is different from ours."

Qin Jiu paused for a while, and continued: "Also, even if we are really united, we can serve as internal support... Then what?"

Vodka tilted his head: "Then... just deal with the organization?"

"To whom? Pisk?" Gin asked back.

That little old man and his core subordinates can defeat them all by himself.

"..." Vodka was suffocated and speechless.

Like, indeed, no one can fight?

After thinking for a while, Vodka carefully said: "Then, deal with the headquarters?"

Gin chuckled and rolled his eyes: "Do you know where the Japanese headquarters is?"

"do not know……"

"I do not know either."

"..."

Vodka has nothing to say now.

Even the eldest brother doesn't know the location of the organization's headquarters... so what else is there to play?

"This is the cunning of the unscrupulous boss."

Gin's cell phone rang at this moment.

Before picking up the phone, he said one last thing to vodka:

"I don't really know where the Japanese and British organizations are headquartered...but I do know where the decentralized organizations are headquartered."

"Similarly, the subordinates of those decentralizers don't know where their headquarters are, but they know where our general base is." Qin Jiu grinned and picked up the phone, "That's why the relationship between us and the decentralizers The reason why you don’t want to have conflicts... What’s the matter, Belmode?"

Chapter 152 Calvados' rent is due

"Ah, who are you in conflict with? Gin."

When Gin answered the phone, Belmode just heard the next few words.

However, the relationship between the direct members of these unscrupulous bosses and the decentralizers is an open topic in the organization, so Gin Jiu didn't hide it at all, and simply said:

"It's nothing, it's just to give vodka science a little bit about our relationship with decentralization."

Gin was biting the stick of the lollipop, and his words were slightly blurred.

Over there, Belmode thought that he rarely smoked, and joked: "I have to talk to Vodka about this point, so as to save him from thinking that those who share power are our own... Speaking of which, how long have you not Smoked?"

Gin silently took out the calendar produced by Noah, glanced at it, and said without emotion: "It may be three months, or it may be several years."

Well, this year jumped three years in one month, which is really good...

According to this progress, within a month or so, he will be able to use a smart phone.

I heard before that Hong Shu had created a template for a smartphone, but unfortunately Gin knew that he had no chance to see it.

Belmode on the other end of the phone slowly issued a question mark:

Could it be that Gin has a time perception disorder?Can't remember how long you haven't smoked?

After being slightly stunned, Belmode laughed a few times: "Forget it...don't you want to know why I called you?"

"I don't want to." Gin Jiu switched to another radio channel, narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's okay to hang up."

"Wait, wait, I've convinced you, you're always so indifferent..." Belmode complained, "I'm going back to Japan, let me tell you first."

Gin looked at the planned time: "You are five days earlier than expected."

"Well, isn't this just to see what Pisk wants to do? I'm tired of the peace here in the United States."

Belmode's tone was full of sarcasm.

After hearing this, Qin Jiu also sneered: "Yes, that kind of country with constant shootings is really a paradise for organizations... Rum is really lucky."

The incidence of shootings in the United States is much higher than in Japan, and there are no restrictions on gun control.

Here in Japan, it is very difficult for ordinary people to get a gun, and the police control of firearms is quite strict. No matter how abolished the Tokyo police are, they have to investigate the shooting case to the end.

Therefore, when members of the Japanese organization act, they generally dare not do it too obviously, especially with pistols and the like. After killing people, they usually use a bomb to destroy the scene and the corpse.

Members in the United States are comfortable, and they don’t need to make any preparations for destroying corpses in advance. As long as a few people help to take a look, walk up to the target’s face and kill the other party suddenly, and then buy some gangsters or police, the task is easy. loose.

"There are still ten days before Pisk's estimated character time..."

Gin checked the calendar again, and suddenly raised his voice, "Bermod, do you have money with you?"

While on the phone, Gin tapped the vodka and motioned for him to tinker with the radio—he couldn't.

The vodka was clear, and he said 'ok', and then started to pick up the gin and continue to tinker...

On the phone, Belmode was still a little confused: "Money? Of course, but I didn't change the cash into Japanese yen..."

"Do you have a bank card or passbook?"

The sound of gin was inexplicably urgent.

Belmode was a little speechless: "...for sure."

After all, she came out as a star, how could she not bring money?What does Gin want to do?