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

Chapter 4 About the Boss Letting Gin Visit Undercover

After briefly lamenting that his life was in vain, he thought about today's affairs, and Gin felt relaxed all over.

"I can finally have a good sleep..."

Gin drooped his eyelids, yawned, and saw Vodka sleeping on the chair with his head raised.

Gin: "..."

Feelings: Did Shirley see this guy just now? No wonder his expression was so indescribable...

Gin took off his windbreaker and hat again and planned to go to the nearby lounge to rest for a while.

However--

"Dududu~"

The big brother in the windbreaker pocket turned on the vibration mode.

Gin: "..."

His uncle, who is calling him at this hour?

Gin's eyes were cold, and his whole body began to feel cold. He took out his mobile phone with an expressionless face and looked at the caller ID...

Look, this familiar phone number...

Oh, boss, it’s okay then—what a ghost!

Why do you always contact him when he wants to rest! He is not an iron man. Although he is mentally better than others after practicing Qigong, he still has to sleep, bastard!

Gin took a deep breath, took a second to finish complaining in his heart, and calmly answered the phone: "Boss, what are your orders?"

"How are things going over there?"

An electronically synthesized chaotic voice came from the other end of the phone.

Gin lowered his eyes, suppressed the urge in his heart to greet the eighteenth generation of the other party's ancestors, and said in a deep voice:

"It went very well. I have already told Shirley about the preparation of the drug, but her age..."

"Fourteen years old is enough." Boss's words seemed to bring a smile, "You were only fifteen years old at the time, weren't you Gin?"

"...Yes, I understand."

He suspected that the boss was hiding from him but he had no proof.

Seemingly realizing that the topic had gone too far, the voice on the other end of the phone paused and continued: "Gin, Arrack recommended a good new member, who is now at the training base... Your operations team is short of manpower.

I thought you might be interested."

...Alex? He remembers that this code name has been active in the United States, so why did he come to Japan?

Gin's eyes twitched twice: "Yes, boss, I'll be there right away."

I have to thank you for interrupting my sleep, love?

He——tui! What dog is better than a boss!

After hanging up the phone, Ginjiu took a cold look at Vodka who was still snoring. He didn't like it, so Ginjiu punched him hard in the shoulder.

"Vodka, wake up."

"Eh...ah, oh?"

Gin looked indifferent.

After all, he resisted everything...

…

After asking Vodka to help check company personnel and computer emails, Gin drove to the organization's training base.

It was another half hour's drive, and for a moment Gin really felt that he might as well just die.

"Garbage organizations ruin my youth, ruin my spirit, and consume my money..."

Only endless thoughts are the driving force that supports Gin's survival.

"The boss of the organization is a fool. Vodka is his biological father, and I am Namo Amitabha, his ancestor..."

If some blind person installs an eavesdropping device on the gin car, then it is possible that after hearing so many beautiful Chinese words, the eavesdropper will definitely doubt whether he is being tampered with.

In the endless thoughts, Gin finally arrived at its destination.

After getting out of the car, Gin slammed the door as hard as he could - anyway, the car broke down and he would be reimbursed, but if he held it in for too long and became angry, he didn't know what extraordinary things he would do.

…

The organization's training camps are built underground, but there are more than one.

There are different training camps for newcomers, peripheral members, and core members at different levels.

The bright floor tiles and the projection facilities on display give people the feeling of being in the 21st century again... It would be better if the gray-black cement walls and some flickering lights overhead could be ignored.

The military boots on Gin's feet stepped on the ground, making a dull sound. He straightened his collar, pushed down the brim of his hat, and tried to bury his face in the shadow...

He was afraid that he would look too ugly and frighten the newcomers.

Directly ahead, on the lift.

A long-haired figure wearing a black knitted hat turned his back to Gin, holding a sniper rifle in his hand, aiming at the target in the darkness...

Gin's eyes lingered on the other person's long black hair for a while, and then he looked away.

I really didn’t expect that besides him, there were other men with long hair in the organization...

However, part of the reason why Gin kept his hair was to fulfill his dream of martial arts in his previous life, and part of it was because of laziness - I don't know if it was because he practiced Qigong too early in this life, but his hair grew very fast.

I had my hair cut when I was five years old, and half a year later it grew back to my butt...

Get a haircut every six months?

Sorry, he chose to destroy it directly.

Gin's eyes moved to the table in the rest area, where there was a very obvious folder, a mobile phone and a computer.

——It is self-evident for whom it is prepared.

Gin came to the table and sat down, opened the folder and took out a pile of personal information.

I glanced at the man in the photo and then at the back on the lift platform. I had to admit that this man looked quite handsome...

However, according to Gin's personal experience, generally good-looking people also have a high defection rate - such as himself.

"...Zhu Xingda? What a weird name."

Gin complained in his mind while reading the information, maintaining a cold expression on his face, "The middleman Hirota Masami... hmm? It seems to be a peripheral member of my staff..."

I am 27 years old, my parents are away, I graduated from a prestigious school, and I am working outside.

This is a flawless resume.

Gin concluded.

When he was about to put down the information, the phone rang at the right time:

"How about gin?"

It was a call from the boss. It seems that the boss is also very interested in this Zhuxingda.

only……

"Completely comparable to Cohen and Chianti. If you practice for a while, you may be able to surpass Calvados." Gin's eyelids jumped wildly as he watched the star blast the target's head from five hundred yards away.

He bet that this Zhu Xingda was definitely an undercover agent sent by some agency, or sent by another terrorist organization...

Are you kidding me? Can I hit 500 yards with a sniper rifle for the first time? I hit all five shots without shaking my hands.

Moreover, there are obvious traces of practice in holding a gun, but the person on the resume is clean... If he were not an undercover agent, he would stand on his head and eat shit.

And this face, Gin always felt a little familiar.

The boss’s voice on the phone continued:

"Really? It seems that you have a good opinion of him... However, after all, he has just joined the organization, and his loyalty and ability remain to be seen. I will leave it to you to be responsible for his actions."

Gin's face was expressionless, "Follow your will, boss."

"Do not disappoint me……"

beep!

The phone was hung up.

Gin looked at the data on the computer, then looked up at Comrade Morohoshi, who was still shooting selflessly, and laughed secretly.

He had just temporarily checked Masami Hirota's information.

This name is actually a pseudonym. Her real name is Miyano Akemi...

This name makes an impression on Gin.

This is one of the few main storylines in his memory. In his memory, in the Billion Yen Incident, Miyano Akemi did use a pseudonym.

In other words, the information he obtained through passive science popularization in the past: Miyano Akemi = Masami Hirota.

While Gin was supplementing his knowledge from various websites, he learned that Miyano Akemi's boyfriend was Shuichi Akai, an undercover agent of the FBI...

Looking at Moro Hoshida's information, there is a special note: 'I am a lover with Hirota Masami'.

What else doesn’t Gin understand?

"Hehehe... don't think I can't catch you if I haven't cleared the main plot."

Gin looked at Morohoshida, whose stone hammer was the pseudonym of Shuichi Akai, with the eyes of a prey, and kept thinking in his mind.

These undercover agents are the weapons he uses to deal with the organization in his new plan, and they must be well protected. They will rely on these people to contain the main force of the organization in the future.

Gin mentally re-planned a blueprint for breaking away from the organization, planning to lay it out properly during his break.

...But Alex was really unlucky, and he recommended an undercover agent just by making a casual recommendation.

Gin silently lit a candle for this old comrade whom he seemed to have never seen before.

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(End of chapter)