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

Qin Jiu suddenly had a different idea.

"Forget it, let's talk about it after leaving the organization." Qin Jiu thought for a while, but still focused on his eyes.

I don't know that it will be the year of the monkey when I leave the organization... Maybe it will be 2222 in a few months.

At least, we have to wait until the headquarters in Japan is completely exposed and destroyed, or it is controlled by his people, so that the British headquarters will lose control of this side.

It's too early to think about this now.

Gin kept a relaxed mood, and Shi Shiran stepped into this abandoned factory.

——The first stop, the abandoned factory in Chiyoda.

These places for investigation are mainly for Belmode fishing: they need to find a place with good Feng Shui to be used as the FBI's cemetery.

But for Gin, he'd better find a 'Colosseum' that is easy to block.

The FBI, the organization... none of them can escape.

Gin squinted his eyes and walked around the abandoned factory first, then shook his head in disappointment.

"Without the commanding heights, snipers have no room to play."

He took out a notepad that hadn't been used for a long time, took a pen and wrote a place name on the paper, wrote the word 'disadvantage' next to it, and copied the content he was muttering silently.

That's why Gin needs a person to investigate, and would rather give up Vodka as the driver.

Because vodka doesn't help at all...

In terms of reconnaissance, a hundred vodkas are not worth one hundredth of him. It is a waste of time to drag it out. Unlike other missions, it can at least deter the mission target.

Throw vodka at the base and help with the mail, it's the right way to do both!

"...Well, there are no good hiding spots nearby."

Gin looked around again, pressed the brim of his hat, and looked around.

Good, no one.

With a little effort in his legs, he jumped onto the wall very lightly, and stood on top to look at the general environment of the entire factory.

Afterwards, Gin jumped into the factory and began to wander, while constantly recording his own judgments in the notebook:

"Feng Shui is not good, unqualified..."

"There are too many blind spots, and the sniper position can't be used. Give it up."

"If the road is wide, two trains can walk side by side, which will easily lead to a frontal fight between the two sides, and bad reviews."

"The layout of building x in district x is not bad..."

Because there were no outsiders around, Gin let himself go here, and took a look at every corner of the abandoned factory in less than 10 minutes.

——Actually, if you just want to find a suitable place to contain the FBI, you don't need to be so detailed.

The main reason is that Gin has a little thought of his own:

Organizations can block the FBI today, and they can block the day after tomorrow...

Everyone knows who they want to block.

However, this place obviously didn't meet Gin's wishes. He shook his head, put away his notebook and pen, and Gin drove a Porsche by himself to the next destination.

The remaining three places are in Minato District, Hirakawa District and Ota District.

Except for Chiyoda, the remaining three places are all coastal areas, and the locations are also factories, warehouses and docks near the sea.

This kind of place where there are usually people, but there is not much traffic, and it is remote, but it will not cause too much vigilance by the FBI, is perfect for fishing.

Moreover, these places were not only chosen for themselves - they were also prepared for the FBI to deploy their own personnel.

Just imagine, when people from the FBI found out where they planned to operate, they ran over to inspect it, and found that the place was very well-feng shui, especially suitable for burials...

Can you not be moved?

Don't you have to figure out how to arrange it nearby so that they can be wiped out?

So finding a place here is a technical job.

Gin took a look and still didn't match the wharf he had in mind, and silently crossed it on the notebook.

Chapter 315 Chablis: Have pity on me!my dear friend!

"At the docks in the port area, the lanes are narrow, and containers are easy to hide, but there is a lack of shelter at high points."

On a tall building.

Gin held up a super high-power lens as a telescope, observing the terrain of the pier.

After roughly looking around, he retracted his gaze and took notes in his small notebook.

After a little comparison, Qin Jiu found out with emotion that the good things are usually left for the last.

At present, only the pier in the port area is more suitable for ambushes... But it is only relatively speaking, and it is still far behind Gin's psychological expectations.

But that can't be helped. In Gin's mind, the best place is to set up a field in the mountains. The FBI will surround it, and they will surround it further outside. Moreover, it is easy to fight guerrillas in the mountains...

Maybe it's because he's watched too many guerrilla movies, and from time to time, Gin would think about the scene where he led this group of people to fight guerrillas with the FBI...

"Forget it, this pier is not bad."

Gin muttered again, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Belmode and Chablis.

I don't know if there are better locations in Belmode and Chablis.

This mission should have been considered Belmode's job, but...

Isn't this guy guarding at Mihua Town?

Moreover, finding a suitable location will definitely take a certain amount of time and manpower, so Gin and Chablis had no choice but to step in and accept orders, while Belmode continued to sit in Mihua Town, accepting FBI surveillance while counter-surveilling the FBI.

Of course, after Gin and Chablis had almost done their investigations, Belmode would also like to do some investigations—choose a few good places and take a group of tails for a walk.

Let this group of tails choose their own cemetery...

"It's so miserable."

Gin pretended to shed a crocodile tear.

...but not a drop.

After sending the text message, Gin hummed 'count the ducks', and prepared to go downstairs in a normal way and take a look around the pier.

Because it is still broad daylight, he is not good at bouncing on the containers at the dock, so he can only wait and see from a distance first. For the specific details, he has to go around in a low-key manner first to get the result.

When Qin Jiu got into the car and was about to start it, his cell phone rang suddenly.

When he took it out, he saw that the incoming call was a very familiar number - Chablis's number.

Gin frowned, and pressed the answer button. Before he could ask the other party what he wanted to do, Chablis' ghostly cry pierced his eardrum like a sharp arrow:

"Gin! My friend, have pity on poor Chablis! My dear friend!"

"Oh my friend, why aren't you talking? I know you're there! You just texted me..."

"Damn God! Gin, my friend, I need your help..."

Gin: "..."

Brother, why are you so fat?

Gin wanted to ask Chablis why he was going crazy, but he saw that Chablis was a little crazy now, and he was afraid that he would not want to jump into the river if he was stimulated again later, so he said indifferently:

"Speak up, don't howl with me."

Chablis nearly deafened him in his left ear when he first called him.

Hearing the sound of gin, Chablis calmed down a little, "Oh, my friend! I knew you wouldn't leave me alone..."

"……Bye."

"Hey! Don't, don't! I said, I said." Seeing that he might lose the chance to ask for help, Chablis quickly got to the point, "Aren't I going to go to thirteen places today? Oh, Qin Wine, you may not know, I have only inspected seven of them now..."

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, but his eyelids were still drooping: "Then you're pretty fast."

He glanced at the time, and it was only half past one, not two o'clock.

However, Chablis said in a resentful tone, "Oh, it's not fast at all! You have to know, I left the house before five o'clock today..."

Gin fell silent.

Hiss... It was less than five o'clock, more than eight hours, and I ran to seven places...

Tsk tsk tsk, Chablis is miserable.

"So? You're calling me to complain, aren't you?" Gin took out a lemon drop from his pocket and chewed it in his mouth, making a 'click', 'click' sound.

"I mean..." Chablis paused suddenly, "Wait, my friend, what are you eating?"

Gin chewing stopped for a moment: "...lemon drop."

Does this Chablis have good ears?

"wait……"

Chablis hurriedly finished this sentence, and suddenly fell silent.

Qin Jiu waited for a while in confusion, and then heard the sound of 'cracker' coming from the other end of the phone.

"..."

Good guy, are you going to get candy?

Gin recalled the last time a group of people had a meeting in the stronghold, and Chabli also had a pack of lemon candies in his pocket, and the corners of his eyes twitched twice.

"...Gin, let alone, this thing is really refreshing." Chablis was probably stimulated by the sour taste of lemon, and his voice became more normal, "Well, actually, I want to ask... My friend, would you like to help me see the remaining six spots?"

Gin: "..."

He knew that it would be no good if Chablis called him.

So, Qin Jiu did a simple arithmetic problem, rolled his half-moon eyes, "I've already done four on my side, you give me another six... and you are three less than me?"

"Damn~ Isn't that why you've run away now?"

Qin Jiu didn't want to take this order in vain at all, and said coldly: "Give me a reason... You seem to be busy right now, don't you?"