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

After reading the email, Ireland feels bad all over——

This outrageous thing is actually true?

What are the FBI guys doing?

Ireland looked at the email sent by the Gin Group, and for a while didn't know whether he should laugh...

——Laugh, he thinks he can laugh at this group of FBI, but he just finished scolding Chablis, and laughing now seems to be a slap in the face;

Don't laugh, he feels a little out of place again.

Ireland suppressed a smile, and continued to keep a straight face, "This can only show that...the FBI has a problem with its professional capabilities, and maybe it's the other party's plan to deliberately throw off our investigators. Did they get lost soon after?"

Although he felt that this had nothing to do with the trick and was purely an accident, it did not prevent him from teaching Chablis a lesson.

"Hahaha hiccup~ Hey, what you said makes sense." Chablis stopped laughing and expressed his expression, pondered for a while, then raised the corners of his mouth again, "But even this is very funny, these days I think I am Shark fry was kidnapped hahaha—”

Chablis' laugh was so contagious that Ireland almost broke...

The latter took several deep breaths before barely maintaining a serious face:

"Chablis, you look like a leader...Look at Gin, did he smile when he told you?"

"Hi~ I don't think so, but I suspect he's already laughed."

Chablis boldly speculated, and his expression gradually returned to normal, leaving only Graf still staring at the mail with a very adulterous expression.

After laughing enough, Chablis began to be suspicious again, his eyes were full of wisdom: "Ireland, tell me, could this be a trick by Gin?"

Ireland:"……"

Why, Chablis's gin-only conspiracy theory hasn't died down yet?

Graff, who was laughing naively next to him, turned his head and asked curiously, "Chablis, what did the Lord tell you?"

"Go to your god!"

Chablis routinely gave Graf a vicious glance, and then stopped looking at him, rubbing his chin and guessing, "You guys didn't see such an obvious scheme?"

"...If you have something to say, just say fart, can you let it go?" Ireland said weakly.

"Okay, okay~" Chablis spread his hands helplessly, his expression became serious, "I suspect..."

"Gin Jiu, he wants to laugh at me to death on purpose and take away my rights."

"..."

That stern and stern face made Ireland think for a moment that what he said was true.

Ireland held his forehead.

God, why should he hope that Chablis might say something normal?

Chapter 294 Chablis' Conspiracy Theory

Ireland looked at the ceiling suspiciously, and walked out without looking sideways: "Then you continue to doubt slowly, and I will go to cook."

He can't stay here anymore, or he might be killed by this lunatic...

No, it should be driven crazy by two lunatics.

As soon as Chablis heard that he was going to cook, he immediately raised his hands: "Oh! My dear Ireland, please help me make a steak, medium-rare is fine! It's fine if it's too late!"

Ireland:"……"

Then you might as well eat it raw.

Graf also came up to Ireland and held up the cross: "The Lord said, eat broccoli and duck eggs today..."

Ireland:"……"

He swore there was no such line in the Bible.

Afterwards, Ireland waved his hand to show that he knew, and hurriedly left the huge lounge.

After Ireland leaves.

The expression on Chablis' face was slightly indifferent.

He went back to the computer and went through the email from Gin carefully.

"Chablis, what's the matter?"

Graff didn't find Chablis's behavior strange. He stood next to him with his cross in his hands, and read the email content again.

"What could be wrong?"

Chablis yawned, with a troubled expression on his face, "This matter really can't be faked...and don't you have any impression of the sender that Gin Jiu forwarded?"

"Ok?"

Graf looked at the name of the forwarded email, "I don't remember."

"Mr. Dubonit's news, this person is one of the boss's cronies." Chablis took off his gloves and played with his nails, "Gin...I really don't understand him."

"Are you still suspicious of him?"

Graf took a sip of the coffee that Chablis hadn't had yet, and smacked his mouth twice, "But as far as it looks, he doesn't seem to have anything to do with the FBI."

Chablis gave him a strange look: "When did I say he has something to do with the FBI?"

Graf's eyes were deep: "You didn't say it, but the Lord did."

"..." Chablis was silent, the armor knife flexibly bent his fingers a few times, and a sharp cold light shone from his fingertips.

It's just that he seemed to think of something, glanced at the door that was still closed, snorted coldly, and put away the blade.

Although I really want to fight with Graff, it will be bad if Ireland comes back halfway.

Chablis was still a little apprehensive about Ireland's physique—it was as strong as a cow, and one could stand up to both of them.

Because he was one of his own, Chablis thought he couldn't beat the opponent in a duel that couldn't be based on the premise of killing the opponent. After all, he was not good at strength.

Hey, he was so poor, weak, and helpless.

After feeling sorry for himself, Chablis successfully ignored Graff's 'lord', "I don't know what Gin is planning, but at least he has little to do with the FBI..."

"And what Ireland said makes sense. We should send some people to pay attention to the Japanese police." Chablis squeezed his chin. "What if the FBI really hooked up with the Japanese police?"

"You mean, the FBI got away with the police today?" Graf lowered his cross.

"It's possible, isn't it?"

Chablis grinned and smiled sickly, "But to be honest, I don't really care about those small fish that can be fished out casually. I care more about what Gin wants to do."

For a moment, he suspected that Gin was secretly operating all of this.

It's just that the disdain for the FBI in his heart made Chablis not think that someone as arrogant as Gin Jiu would belong to the FBI... because it was too disdainful.

Even the famous "silver bullet" in the organization, Shuichi Akai and Chabli didn't take it very seriously.

When it came to business, Graf no longer used the cross to play tricks, and said indifferently: "How many people do you want to mobilize?"

"Two or three are enough. The Japanese police station... the Metropolitan Police Department, the local police station, and the public security that specialize in handling special affairs. Gin has been in Japan for so long, so there must be manpower in these places. If There are too many nails put in, and it will be bad if he finds one that is not pleasing to the eye and pulls out all of them."

Chablis returned to the sofa and nestled comfortably, making a well-founded analysis.

"That's right, as long as you can grasp the wind of the police a little bit." Graf agreed, and then began to send instructions on the computer.

Chablis put his gloves back on and poured himself a glass of haute Graff.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and asked Graf, "By the way, Graf, did I tell you to pay attention to the news from Yokohama?"

Graf paused while typing on the keyboard, then turned around: "Didn't I send you an email?"

"Is there?" Chablis looked innocent, "Okay, then I will go back to the garbage station to look through it."

In the past, Graf always sent him that kind of missionary emails. He might have blocked people at some point.

Graf, who heard this, took out the cross silently, with a sad expression on his face:

"The Lord said that the noble Graves should not compare with the cheap Chablis."

Chablis: "..."

Itchy hands, he really wants to grab something, what should I do?

The urge to go up and scratch Graff's face lingered in Chablis's heart for a long time, and finally, he felt that he should take some practical actions.

However, just when he was about to get up from the sofa, the door of the lounge made a 'beep', and then slowly opened.

Chablis dropped his butt just a centimeter away from the sofa, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip as if nothing happened.

Sure enough, a fair-haired, slightly dark-skinned, handsome-looking man walked in from the outside...

……Eh?

Chablis blinked, stared at the door carrying a suitcase of luggage for three seconds, and showed a big smile:

"Oh! Bourbon, my friend, it's you! I thought it was Ireland, it scared me to death..."

"Uh...Mr. Chablis, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Bourbon was at a loss for a moment, then blamed himself in embarrassment, and at the same time thought to himself:

Is the Irish big man of high status?How could even a person of the same status as Qin Jiu be afraid of him?

…Speaking of which, it was only after Bourbon returned from the United States that he gradually realized how deep the waters of the organization were.

He didn't know before that besides Gin, the members of the Japanese organization actually had a high-level...

Moreover, the personnel transfer procedures are really troublesome. It took Bourbon two days to arrange all the duties clearly.

Including the areas he managed before, sub-bases, and subordinate members.

"Hahaha~ It's not too late, my friend... Oh yes, I have a joke, do you want to listen to it?"

"...Huh?" Bourbon showed bewildered eyes.

What the hell, members of the organization can tell jokes?Outrageous!

Chablis didn't care about Bourbon's blankness at all, and said with a very happy smile:

"I'm telling you, it's just..."