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

Chapter 708 If you want to rob, just say so

Akai Shuichi was leaning against the door of the abandoned building, his mind still a little confused...but at least he was a little more awake than before.

It was just because of this that he felt even more upset:

——Why gin?

Even if the traitor is said to be vodka, it is better than gin, so it is not that outrageous!

Akai Shuichi covered the wound on his body, endured the pain, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit the cigarette butt with a lighter that could barely make a fire, and then took a deep breath.

He was not stupid. When he calmed down and thought about Angostela's words and Gin's reaction, it was difficult not to deduce the fact that Gin was a traitor.

Can……

"Why exactly?"

Akai Hide looked at the sky helplessly all his life, letting a few drops of rain hit his face.

This makes no sense at all, Gin is a traitor or something... So, is Mr. Mirror who attacked Gin before acted? But he feels that the other party is really cruel...

"No matter how cruel you are, you will never die."

The hoarse voice made Akai Shuichi's cigarette tremble.

"...Mr. Mirror?"

As soon as Akai Shu turned around, he found that Kagami was already standing by the door without a trace. The mask on his face was half lifted and hung on the side of his face. There was another blond man standing behind him.

Still dressed in black...

He subconsciously entered a defensive state, but unfortunately he seemed to have forgotten that he was injured. When his muscles contracted, he pulled the wound severely, making him take a breath, "...Mr. Jing, this is..."

"Surrender prisoners."

Jing's words were concise and concise, and he pulled Anderberg from behind and pushed him forward, "Stay here. If you wander around, you will be shot."

"..."

Neither Shuichi Akai nor Underberg spoke.

Only when Kagami left, Akai Shuichi couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Kagami, what is Gin's... relationship with you?"

Jing stopped, looked back, and suddenly raised a smile similar to that of Gin:

"If you've guessed it, don't ask."

"..."

Akai Shuichi watched the mirror-black figure go in the direction where the explosion sound came from, and quickly disappeared from sight, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Yes, he has already guessed it.

He thought of the first time he met the mirror, when the other party suddenly appeared in front of him and specifically let go of the member named Ireland... When Akai Shuichi saw Lie later, he naturally thought that the person he let go was the Five-Star Team.

An undercover agent inserted into the organization.

But now that he recalled it, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. Lie's reaction at that time was too exaggerated...

Let’s combine the situation at that time and what happened just now…

So, Gin is the undercover agent, right?

Shuichi Akai wanted to kill him with a piece of tofu - that was impossible.

Mainly because he thought about Lie Zeng saying that they had a big brother, and the questions he had when talking to him alone:

'Is what you stand for really just?'

'I hope you can still answer like this when my elder brother asks you this question...'

…What was his answer at that time?

Akai Shuichi felt that his memory was very blurry.

However, this does not prevent him from suspecting that Gin is actually the 'eldest brother' that Lie and the others call him...and in a sense, Jing just admitted this.

That’s outrageous!

He continued to lean against the door frame with a melancholy look on his face. He was not even in the mood to know what was going on with Anderberg next to him.

"Akai Shuichi?" However, Akai Shuichi didn't speak, which didn't mean that Underberg was as melancholy as him. "You, the FBI, also surrendered?"

"...What?" Akai Shuichi was a little confused. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Underberg, "Are you a member of the organization that surrendered?"

Anderburg nodded: "My name is Anderburg."

Akai Shuichi understood: "You are with that Angostela?"

He actually surrendered... It seems that he still underestimated the strength of the Five-Star Group. This time, maybe all the organizational forces in Japan will be destroyed by the Five-Star Group, right?

but……

It was obviously something that should be happy, so why was he so worried?

"...Do you know Gin's identity?" Akai Shuichi said suddenly.

"I don't know, but Stella guessed that he was a traitor, and now we know that he is from the Five-Star Mask." Anderberg answered plainly and emotionlessly, turning his eyes slightly, "Don't you know either? As an ally

.”

Akai Shuichi looked up at the sky: "No, I don't know at all."

Just ask who can tell that Gin is a traitor and an undercover agent?

Have times changed, or has he failed to keep up with the times?

Anderberg next to him didn't react much - whether he knew that Gin was suspected of treason or was now forced to surrender, or even now knew that his enemies didn't know that Gin was actually their 'ally',

He nodded in relief: "That's good."

Akai Shuichi: "..." He is not good at all!

But there was one thing lingering in his mind - if, he meant if.

If Gin had been planning to deal with the organization a long time ago...then, what about Akemi? Will Akemi still be alive?

…

'boom!!!'

There was another roar from the building.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of unclear English words, such as 'you_son-of-you_b***ch' and the like, as well as the crisp sound of metal collision.

Angostela's original plan was to ask Anderborg to help with long-range fire suppression. He had never planned to challenge Gin head-on... But now that the situation did not allow it, he forced himself to get angry:

I don’t know what his mentality was, but after Gin judged that Underberg’s fire support could not be carried out, he kept playing tricks on him!

That's right, a joke.

She obviously has the ability to hurt him, but she just jumps up and down everywhere and throws a few button bombs from time to time...

Angostela held her breath, suppressed her anger, looked at the figure disappearing behind the cigarette ashes, and swung the flying knife out of her cuffs.

——Ding~!

The crisp sound made him realize that the knife still hadn't hit the opponent.

However, he doesn't have many throwing knives worth five hundred pounds anymore... not every one he throws out can be retrieved.

After Gin blocked the knife, he didn't know if he had calculated this and did not continue to harass with bombs. He hung himself on the edge of the wall with a wire rope, stepped on the wall with one foot, tilted his head, "We don't have any weapons, right?"

?Let’s talk?”

"...What nonsense!" Angostela sneered.

He couldn't bear to see others being superior in front of him...and they were superior in a physical sense!

"...Hey, we don't seem to have a reason to fight to the end, right?" Gin was very depressed.

He knew that Angostela had a problem with him from the beginning, but he really didn't know why...

Unknowingly, Gin had returned to his identity as a 'blade', and his temperament had undergone some obvious changes, such as... not being so cold anymore.

"Haha." Angostela raised the gun expressionlessly, "Don't you think so?"

"nonsense."

Gin rolled his eyes, suddenly thought of something, and looked at Angostela with something wrong, "Wait a minute, isn't it because of Anbu?"

Angostela looked ferocious for a moment. As soon as he pulled the trigger, he noticed Gin's strange look in his eyes and immediately became angry: "Fuck! What's that look in your eyes?"

Gin: "..." There's something fishy!

A strange thought flashed through his mind, and Gin twitched the corner of his mouth, "Stella, let me tell you... as long as you surrender, Anbu will be fine."

"Bang--!"

The bullet flew past Gin's hair.

Of course it wasn't Angostela who missed, but Gin who avoided it.

The former's eyes seemed to say: I believe you are the only one who has ghosts.

Gin shrugged, "I'm serious, if you don't believe it... I can break your legs and call Anbu over and ask him to carry you back."

He was answered with two rounds of bullets.

Seeing the murderous intent in front of him, Gin fell into silence.

Is it really necessary to break the leg?

However, Angostela's fighting ability is not bad, and he is angry that the plug-in does not work. If he fights the opponent with pure strength, he may only be better in physical strength... But the thought of fighting a protracted battle is tiring, and Gin is not happy.

"...How about you give him a call?" Gin came up with another trick to persuade Angostela to surrender before Angostela burst out. "You can see if he picks up the phone and that's it."

Angostela, who was about to charge, stopped.

Gin was also stunned for a moment.

Then he slapped his forehead, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Anderberg's number - he could sense Jing's breath, which meant that he must be fine.

Because there is no bloody smell on Jing's body.

After dialing the number, he handed the phone to Angostela and began to persuade him, "You should also be able to see that the organization has completely turned into a tool to serve the boss personally. If you continue to stay here, it will not be good for you and me."

It’s no good.”

"Hey! Stop saying these sanctimonious words. Do you dare to say that you only recently planned the betrayal?"

"When did I betray? Everything I did was for the future of the organization." Gin said with compassion, and fell in front of Angostela's gun.

The other party did not let down his guard, but at this distance, Gin was sure that he could avoid it and catch it.

The cell phone he threw to Angostela was on speakerphone.

The latter's own walkie-talkie had long since been bombed by button bombs. When he received the phone, he was still wondering whether Gin would put a bomb on the phone, but when he saw that Gin actually came down from the wall, he was far away from him.

It's not far, he thought for a while, but still didn't stick the phone to the wall.

As the two people looked at each other, the call on the mobile phone was dialed:

"Gin?" Underberg's voice was filled with questions.

Angostela heard the voice of his teammates, distinguished it carefully, and his expression became slightly less fierce, "Anbu, where are you?"

The person on the phone probably didn't expect Angostela's voice to come out of Gin's phone. He paused for a few seconds and said, "Here at the target building just now."

"...Huh? Wait, why are you there?"

"Oh, I surrendered, 'Black Star' brought me here."

"..."

Angostela's expression suddenly looked like one with constipation - Damn, he was having a great time fighting Gin here... Bah! Was it because they were so inseparable that his teammates turned around and voted for him?

What about revolutionary friendship?

Is it polite?

Is it reasonable?

He didn't know where to start complaining.

At this moment, the coldness coming from behind made Angostela turn her head expressionlessly.

Jing, who had put on her mask again, looked at him indifferently, playing with a few silver needles in her hand, and the sickle on her waist flashed with a cold light, as if she would cut his neck in the next moment...

The three people fell into silence.

Silence is one more prisoner tonight.

Angostela: Two against one, let’s save some face! If he couldn’t defeat him, how could he surrender?

This situation is changing so quickly...

But to Angostela's expectation, Gin and Mirror didn't make any other big moves, nor did they have any special requirements. They didn't even say what they were going to do, they just asked him to report the mission to the unscrupulous boss.

It's done'.

On the other hand, Jing didn't say a word the whole time and kept her pressure low, with an emotion called 'unhappiness' exuding all over her body.

In the end, it was gin that comforted me:

"There's no need to put on a bad face, right? It's just that we don't need to be beaten... ok, ok, ok, I can go back and give you a good fight, right?"

"Can."

After Gin agreed with a grimace, Jing's aura suddenly turned from gloomy to bright.

My friend is good at everything, but I always like to fight with him...and every time, Gin wins by a narrow margin, but Jing still enjoys it.

Think about the last time they fought...

"... Damn, do you two want to have a fight first?" After Angostela made the phone call to report, she found that the two people were looking at each other affectionately and releasing murderous intent, so she maliciously provoked.

The result was that he was almost nailed into a sieve by the mirror with silver needles...

Gin looked at his current teammates and Angostela, who was one of his own an hour ago, whistled, put away the knife, and helped the other party put all the knives into his bag without any trouble: "You continue,

I’m leaving first.”

Jing turned his head: "Do you have anything else?"

"Should I not care about the mess in the city?" Gin rolled his eyes and waved his hand, "I'll see you at Lie's villa at noon tomorrow. Finish your work early and go to bed early."

Not active in sleeping, there is something wrong with my head.

Well, I must have lost my mind because of too many all-nighters before...

"Hey! Wait!" Angostela suddenly stopped him. She had no consciousness of being a prisoner at all. Her eyes when looking at Gin were still full of scrutiny, "Did you do what happened to Chablis on purpose?"

Gin paused, "Oh, that... that was an accident."

Angostela bared her teeth and said, "I believe you, you idiot!...woc! What are you doing? I've surrendered! You try again!?"

Jing raised his eyebrows and struck harder.

I have never seen such a rude request.

But what was even more rude was yet to come - after Angostela saw Gin leaving, she immediately had the intention of betraying him, and took out the hidden poisoned flying knife and prepared to betray him.

then.

He was tapped.

The whole body covered with silver needles looks like a mannequin used for acupuncture. The difference is that he is wearing clothes...

Angostela: "..."

I don't understand why he can't move when these needles are inserted into his body?

And I feel like I can't breathe.

He stared at the person in front of him, and when he was thinking about how to escape from the clutches of the devil, the mirror suddenly came forward and put the entire mask on Angostela's face, and his low and hoarse voice was full of malice:

"You owe me a house."

"...?" Angostela was stunned for a moment, then looked ferocious, but her words were not very fluent, "Didn't you blow up your house yourself??"

If you want to rob, just say so, you bastard!!

(End of chapter)