Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 11 Daiquiri recommended a trading partner

After checking some information, Gin was moved to find that it was still dark, so he took the time to sleep for a few hours.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Gin calls out Vodka on time - not letting Vodka be the driver.

There are a lot of things to do today, so he and Vodka are running tasks in dual lines to save time.

Gin has already made arrangements: Vodka's mission is going on normally, but part of his mission involves corruption, and Vodka is not very good at it yet.

With the lessons learned yesterday, Vodka will definitely be very cautious today... After today, this village may not have this store next time, so we have to make good use of it.

And didn’t the boss ask Gin to pay more attention to Scotland and vodka?

so.

Gin also sent Scotland out, asking him to cooperate with Vodka, in the name of spying on each other.

…

Thinking of his perfect arrangement, Gin raised the corners of his mouth coldly, and pulled the trigger under the horrified gaze of the target——

"call out!"

A line of blood spattered from the target's forehead, and he responded to the end.

After taking the target's suitcase, Gin fired a flare into the air and immediately drove away.

The place where you meet the mission target is a forest named after the "Head God". It is rumored that this place is haunted and is also a suicide sanctuary.

But Gin's signal is not just for peripheral members of the organization...

One minute after the flare is sent out.

A man in black robes wearing a star mask walked out of the dark forest and took away the unconscious body of the target on the ground.

…

Gin drove to three more places before finally completing the tasks within his jurisdiction.

The tasks that require him to get started are all large-scale tasks, which basically start with 100 million yuan, or even more...Other tasks ranging from tens of millions to 100 million yuan will naturally be completed by other code members, and those with less than 10 million yuan will be completed by peripheral members.

When it comes to wholesale, there are also dedicated people responsible for supervision.

Gin took the time to call Vodka and after confirming that there was no problem there, he rushed to Miwa Town with peace of mind.

…

Mihua Town, the top floor of Daikoku Building, the nameless bar.

To be honest, Gin wanted to complain about the name of the building where the stronghold is located - Daikoku? He was still Xiaokoku.

What? This is the world of Conan?

That's okay.

It's no wonder that after Gin transferred back to Japan and came to Tokyo, he always felt that these place names sounded familiar...it turned out that they were all childhood memories.

In the bar, Daiquiri, Gin's subordinate and old comrade in the organization, has been sitting at the bar waiting for a long time.

The old comrade also ordered himself a Daiquiri cocktail and a glass of gin.

After Gin sat down, he took it unceremoniously and took a sip, but his eyes drifted to the Daiquiri glass - he actually wanted to drink Daiquiri made from rum, orange juice, and syrup.

Rum tastes really good with juice.

Unlike gin, pure wine has a bit of medicinal flavor mixed in it, so it's better for him to mix a medicinal wine himself...

But to be honest, he prefers to add rice wine when cooking - it is so fragrant.

…

Daiquiri is a very kind-looking old man. Although he is bald, the white hair around his head is still very thick. The most conspicuous thing is the large white beard that is longer than Guan Gong.

The old comrade's eyes are always squinted.

He noticed Gin's gaze, took the initiative to hand over his glass, and said with a smile:

"It seems that the adults are still very interested in the old man..."

"I'm just more interested in your wine." Gin drank the Daiquiri in one gulp and corrected his words, "Let's get down to business, what's the situation with the trading target?"

Daiquiri nodded, "This is what the old man has done... Sir, please take a look."

Daiquiri took out a bag of folders from his briefcase and handed them to Gin.

This old comrade was once a combatant of the organization. When he got old, he turned to intelligence. He was a good person in the gin team. The important thing is that he was also very loyal to gin...

It's a pity that the other person is too old and is ready to retire, so he probably won't be able to work for a few more years.

When Daiquiri saw that Gin had finished reading the information, he spoke:

"The transaction target is my current boss..."

Gin's hand holding the information paused, "...As expected of you, Daiquiri."

After changing hands, he sold his boss's information. No wonder it was more detailed than any information he had seen before.

"However, if your boss is defeated, it may affect your current job." Gin reminded him.

Daiquiri said nonchalantly: "It's okay, Mr. Gin, my boss seems to have given up on the art museum. Recently, I have been managing the facilities with my own money. All the boss's money has been used to invest in other entertainment projects...

Anyway, instead of wasting it in vain, I might as well leave it to you to take care of."

Gin: "..."

If you don't invest money for me, I will hand over your money. There is nothing wrong with Daiquiri's thinking.

Moreover, Daiquiri has not reported it in the organizational system, so it is a "private job" that only he and Gin know about. If everything goes well, Gin will be able to swallow the money 100%.

After carefully examining the boss's dirty information, Gin sneered happily: "What do you estimate is his bottom line?"

"At least 700 million." Daiquiri stroked his beard and was very sure. After all, this was his boss. "Once these black materials are exposed, your reputation will be ruined, and you may even be wanted internationally. Keeping your innocence is far more important than money... But once

It may be difficult to have too much sex, but if you divide it into batches, three or four billion each time, divided into three or four times, the time will be longer... More than one billion is not a problem."

Tax evasion, money laundering, drug smuggling, suspected human trafficking...

Just one of them would be enough to put him in jail.

But Gin was a little surprised: "Is your boss so resilient?"

After being blackmailed more than twice, most people will easily become rebellious and even have murderous intentions towards the blackmailer. Some people who behave badly will choose to expose themselves and call the police.

"Don't worry, Gin-sama, my boss...hehe, he is cowardly and can't see the light of day."

Daiquiri assured with a smile.

Gin was silent for a moment: "...Okay, that's it. When do you plan to retreat?"

"Don't worry, I already have an idea. I can at least help you with your affairs for a few years."

"As long as you have a plan, you can report it to me if necessary." Gin drank himself dry, put the information in the inner pocket of his windbreaker, stood up, and said, "Let's go."

"Please."

…

Gin immediately went to a nearby hotel, took out the luggage that was always kept in the trunk of the car, and walked upstairs.

Windbreaker, take it off.

Hat, taken off.

After taking off his windbreaker, a dagger tied to Gin's leg was very conspicuous. The next second, he took another piece of clothing to cover his thigh.

Gin's pants and boots were both military-style. He didn't plan to change them, so he just changed his upper body into a different outfit:

Dark blue short windbreaker, hair tied into a ponytail and covered with a hood, the collar of the sweater turned up, covering half of the face...

Gin changed his clothes, and suddenly he didn't look like Gin anymore.

After doing all this, Gin did not forget to put some of the dangerous items in the black windbreaker on his body, including pistols, mini bombs, bugs, trackers, locators, blades, ropes...

Gin paused while packing his things.

He has the illusion that Conan has everything he owns...

Well, it must be an illusion.

After putting on a little disguise, Gin left the hotel and drove away in another car.

It has been more than 20 years since he returned to Japan, and there is still no problem if he wants to do something small without telling the organization.

As long as you don't make any big noise and get targeted by people from the organization, that'll be fine.

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