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

Gin drove back to the base of the core members, intending to catch up on sleep.

Anyway, the company still has vodka.

In the basement's underground apartment, after washing with gin, he spent half an hour drying his hair. After setting a reminder for two hours to the electronic alarm clock, he lay down directly on the sofa, covering him with his coat as a quilt——

Sleep in seconds.

As a gin, it is really too difficult.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and the alarm clock sounded on time.

Gin opened his eyes reflexively, and looked at the time: 14:56.

"It's time..." Qin Jiu grunted and put on his coat.

Time waits for no one, the new plan must be drafted as soon as possible and told to others, otherwise everyone will be uneasy.

However, when Gin Jiu was about to turn on the computer, he suddenly remembered:

Vodka is still in pharmaceutical companies.

Gin: "..."

Forget it, let's go to the company to do it. It just so happens that he also wants to use the intranet to check the information of some original characters...

……

When Gin returned to the company, there was no one in the office.

Gin grabbed the doorknob and fell into thought:

What about people?

He put it here, so what about a big vodka?

"Oh!"

Gin closed the door and saw the note pressed on the table:

[Brother Gin, I just received an email from Scotch. The target of the 1D19M7 mission is in a hurry, so I'll go and have a look first—Vodka/12:41]

"..."

Vodka is a foolish person who still remembers to save time, which is good and worthy of praise.

But ……

Qin Jiu pinched the bridge of his nose, very glad that he chose to go back to catch up on sleep, otherwise this task would have been seamless.

But it's been more than two hours, why hasn't the vodka come back?

The time now is 03:30 PM.

Gin turned on the computer and took a look, and indeed saw the email from Scotch at [-] o'clock, other than that, there was no update... and Vodka has not sent him an email, nor has he called Telephone.

It doesn't take so long to just confirm a piece of information.

"Scotland……"

Gin's fingers tapped on the table, his eyes were fixed on the electronic screen, thinking about the possibility of something wrong with the other party...

Well, chances are it's not Scotland's problem, and neither is vodka.

Although vodka is a bit naive, but the style of acting is very neat, except that it is easy to leave handles, which cannot be changed;

It wasn't long before Scotland became a core member. To be honest, when Gin assessed him, he felt that the kid was too good-natured, and he didn't know how to join the organization.

Scotland has the possibility of being an undercover agent in Gin's heart...but the probability of turning his face now is not high.

But whether he is an undercover agent or not, as long as you don't point a gun at him, Gin generally doesn't care.

He never took the initiative to catch undercover agents, and what he cleared out was basically exposed and discovered, and then the organization issued a clearing order, and Gin did it...

Qin Jiu: ... Just kidding, he is really an undercover agent, okay?

Why make it difficult for an undercover undercover?

Chapter 6 Scotland: The world is too dark

Gin came back to his senses and remembered the address on the mail.

"...1D19M7, Scotland is really good at intelligence."

This string of task codes was created by Gin, which is actually [month + D (Day) date + task nature + serial number].

As long as he is free, Gin will update these tasks in his sticky notes and on his computer. It is not easy to confuse them if they are recorded in this way.

Today is only NO.17, and Scotland's intelligence work has been confirmed until the day after tomorrow...

Really efficient.

It just might happen...

Gin tried to call Vodka but failed, and then used a pager to send the mission code, but did not get a response, and the call to the base station in Scotland also failed.

—These two lost contact.

The probability of something happening is as high as 99.999%...

"...Interesting, Tai Sui is breaking ground."

Gin showed his cold white teeth.

On the organization's site, he wants to see who dares to touch his subordinates!

Gin quickly wrote an e-mail to the boss, and then wrote another e-mail, which was set to be sent automatically after 10 minutes, then put on his hat and slammed the door out.

……

7 minute later.

The only computer that was on was beeping a message.

An email was sent to Gin's mailbox:

【Do as you want—****】

3 minutes later……

【Follow your will, Boss——Gin】

The next moment, the computer seemed to have some program activated, and it automatically shut down...

Gin: plan to pass.

To be reasonable, the behavior pattern of the boss has basically been figured out by Gin... Only a fool would be in front of the computer, waiting eagerly for the boss to reply.

……

Honxiacho, 2-chome No. [-] street.

This is a relatively remote neighborhood in Tokyo. The sky is bright and the sun has not yet set, but there are only white snow on the road, and there are almost no pedestrians.

In the past, Gin must have been surprised that there seemed to be fewer and fewer people in Japan.

But now he won't--there is death, where can you expect more people?

However, some people did want to develop this place before. The real estate company also built several apartment buildings here, and even wanted to build a shopping mall...

But for some reason, it hasn't been built yet.

The organization's base station here is an apartment bought from the real estate, and even the basement of the abandoned building that has not been built has been hollowed out to store supplies.

——The above information was copied from the computer to Gin’s mind before departure.

Just a joke, he is a dignified gin, the general manager of Japan, how could he remember all the information of every small place clearly?

Don't even think about it, he doesn't want to be bald yet.

Gin parked his car on a street farther away, and walked to the apartment building.

A familiar car——Porsche 914—is parked in front of the apartment.

Look at the license plate again...

Gin let out a sigh: Good guy, isn't this a vodka car?

"The smell of prey..."

Gin looked up at an apartment building with no lights on, narrowed his eyes, and a sneer appeared on his face.

When he was away from home, he was designed to be a ruthless killer at all times.

……

The apartment building had ten floors, and an elevator was installed, but Gin didn't go to sit.

After he got into the elevator, he pressed every floor in a hurry, then quickly slipped out and rushed into the stairwell.

——The vodka car is parked here, which means that the people are likely to stay here, and if something happens, there is a high probability that everyone is still in the building...

If there is an enemy, someone with a little brain should guard the elevator, and go straight up to be a target for someone...

An entire apartment building belongs to the 'base station'.

Judging by Gin, even if someone discovers Scotland and vodka, they will not know that the entire building has been connected.

'jingle~'

On the 10th floor, Gin threw out a coin to test it out.

There was no movement.

Gin narrowed his eyes, took out his pistol, loaded it, and walked out of the stairwell unhurriedly...

...no one really.

Coming out of the stairwell is the corridor facing the street. Gin took out a wire and skillfully opened the leftmost door—as a killer, he had to learn not only to fly the plane but also to unlock the lock, which was really difficult for him.

Walking into the apartment, Gin walked around the tidy room, staring at the bookcase where the books were scattered, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

-

Fifth floor.

In the cramped single room, seven or eight well-dressed thugs and four men in suits stared fiercely at the two people tied to the chair.