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

Chapter 7 If the stronghold is exposed, then blow it up

As a member of an organization, how can you not hide some small parts in your body?

Just when Scotland was trying to cut the rope with more force and find a way to break out, the gangsters who went out came back cursing.

"Damn it, what little kid is so naughty..."

Scotland:"……"

Not Gin? That’s right, it’s probably impossible for the boss of Gin to come up so openly.

Vodka: "..."

It's over, big brother is here...

Many gang members thought they had been fooled, and they stood at the door and cursed non-stop. However, the members who were originally arguing about the mission target and the peripheral members looked at each other like the gang leader, with solemn expressions on their faces.

"Yes, could it be that... the support from that organization is coming?"

The target of the mission is a young glasses clerk, who still retains the primitive fear of the black organization in his heart.

The peripheral members who had rebelled twitched and said, "After such a long time, the higher ups must have discovered that something is wrong! I told you to destroy the data and clean up the traces, just knock them out and you won't listen!"

"Then don't think about it. If these two people are alive, they will definitely find me again!"

The mission target roared hysterically.

The sounds outside the room reached Vodka and Scotland's ears without any hindrance.

Ta~

A very faint sound sounded, and no one heard it except Scotch and Vodka.

Scotland successfully cut the rope on his hand. He made a few gestures on Vodka's hand. Vodka immediately understood the intention and pressed his hand down slightly without saying a word, so that Scotland could help him cut the rope...

Vodka looked at these gangsters who were pointing guns at them, gritting his teeth in his heart:

If he didn't have too much trust in the members of the organization, he wouldn't have been slapped and his gun taken away when he came over!

I have to find a way to grab a gun and cooperate with my big brother inside and outside.

suddenly.

"--who?!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout outside the room where the two were detained.

Then messy footsteps sounded one after another, leaving the room. The people guarding Vodka were stunned for a moment, and four of them, four strong men in suits, followed them out to take a look at the situation.

Gangster: "..."

Why did they all run out? What should they do?

"Boss, are they out? Should we continue to watch?"

"...What else? The boss didn't let us follow him either."

The majority of the troops had gone out, and the dozen or so gang members who stayed behind chatted with each other.

They still lacked knowledge of the black organization and did not think that the two people tied to the chairs posed any threat to them... Little did they know that Scotland was already communicating with Vodka in sign language on how to grab the gun.

…

At the elevator room.

The tattooed gang leader had a gloomy face and came over with a group of his younger brothers, "Did you see anyone coming just now?"

The younger brothers were stunned: "No, boss..."

"Then what happened to the footsteps just now?"

The tattooed leader looked suspicious.

"...Um, Mr. Shigeguchi." The bespectacled man swallowed, "It's very likely that help from that mysterious organization has arrived. How about we leave first..."

"leave?"

The heavy-mouthed leader narrowed his small eyes, "Then the reward agreed before..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Shigeguchi, we will pay you the reward."

The man with glasses wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The pressure on him from these gangsters was no less than the pressure he faced from members of the organization...

The rebellious member of the organization is silent now, but feels extremely regretful in his heart: Why did he believe the nonsense about this mission target?

Does this idiot think the gang can compete with the people of that organization?

Stupid, extremely stupid...he himself is stupid.

But once betrayed, there is no turning back...

'Da da~ da da~'

Extremely fast footsteps suddenly sounded from beside him.

"who?!"

The traitor was suddenly startled, and his shout made the leader of Chongkou look over.

"what happened?"

"Footsteps!" The traitor looked at the apartment door next to him in fear, "Yes, it's coming from inside."

"oh?"

The heavy-mouthed leader's glasses shimmered slightly.

In the room? In other words, there might have been other people hiding here before?

If they are from the mysterious organization mentioned by the client, maybe they can make another fortune... The three hostages should be relatively valuable, right?

The heavy-mouthed leader has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Go in and have a look."

He said this to his men.

Even if the door is locked, they still have a hundred ways to get in, but the gangster who went up to try to open the door was stunned, "Boss, this door is not locked..."

Leader Zhongkou was also stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Oh! It seems that he has chosen a way out. Let's go in and take a look."

The five boys walked in front, and the remaining four were behind him. The target man with glasses and the organization traitor stayed outside the door, and two gang members stayed at the elevator entrance.

There is a section of the entrance to the apartment building that is door to door, only around the elevator entrance.

After the heavy-mouthed leader brought people in, the traitors in the organization wanted to escape - he really had a bad feeling.

However, before he could implement his sneak plan, his eyes suddenly caught a reflection.

...that is?

The traitor's eyes widened.

It's a fishing line from the opposite door to that room!

"Come out! Don't go in!"

The organization traitor shouted, attracting everyone's attention.

But it was too late——

"boom--!"

Burning smoke, fire.

Accompanied by a deafening sound, it erupted from the room where the heavy-mouthed leader entered.

The four people who stayed outside suddenly lost their spirits: How could there be a bomb here!?

"Ding~"

The sound in the elevator startled several people: "Someone is coming down!"

The two gangsters suddenly came to their senses, raised their guns and pointed them at the elevator entrance.

The elevator door slowly opened under the gaze of four people. The gangster with a gun was ready to shoot, but——

Empty.

"Dip~"

Drop~drop~

"What's the sound?" The mission target's voice was trembling before he could calm down.

It's a pity that no one can answer him.

The next second——

boom!!!

The explosion was stronger than before, and the heat wave generated engulfed the four people without hesitation. The oncoming impact made them fall into coma instantly...

…

When Gin walked out from the opposite side of the explosion room, he saw four neatly burned corpses.

"Tsk, how miserable."

Gin felt helpless, so he took out another bomb from his pocket and placed it among the corpses, and then walked towards the house where Scotland was originally without looking back.

Gin's eyes were cold, he had already held the pistol in his right hand, and was about to take off the dagger tied to his thigh with his left hand, when he suddenly stopped.

"...These two are not too useless." Gin murmured in a low voice.

Well, he has heard those screams, it seems that vodka and Scotland should have nothing to do with it...

...probably.

"asshole!"

At this time, a gangster rushed out of the room in front of Gin, turned his head fiercely, and was about to shoot into the room. By chance, he saw Gin's tall figure.

"...oh haha."

When the gangster rolled out, Gin had already targeted the gangster, pulled the trigger, and directly took away the gangster's life.

Gin: Thank God for the gift.

His expression softened slightly.

Gin had already begun to prepare a lesson for Vodka and Scotland. At this moment, another gang member rolled out...

"..."

Can these two people do it?

Gin silently took another shot and stuck a bomb on each wall——

He was preparing to destroy the stronghold. Anyway, since the building was exposed, it could no longer be used, and it was not his own property, so he wouldn't feel bad if it was blown up.

Fortunately, there were not many gangsters, only thirty. The small bombs saved him a lot, so he could get greedy...

Gin stood silently at the door, waiting for the screams inside to disappear before speaking, "Vodka, Scotch, the backup data is ready to be withdrawn."

"Brother!"

"Boss Gin..."

Gin's voice successfully summoned the two of them.

Seeing his deliberately darkened expression, neither of them dared to say anything more. They honestly backed up the information in the base station computer on a hard drive, then searched around and brought all the communication equipment with them. Vodka and Scotland were in a very embarrassed state.

Leaving the apartment building...

As for the gin, he took nothing—except the bomb.

After their car drove away, Gin silently pressed the remote control detonation button.

The sky-high firelight illuminated the gloomy sky, successfully adding a lot of "fireworks" to this unprosperous area.

The real "smoke" and "fire".

(End of chapter)