Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 276 Black Party - Ending
"...Are they more likely to affect you?"

Vermouth was slightly startled, then she understood Gin's idea, "You mean..."

Gin gestured towards Chablis: "I think Chablis should be quite good at it."

"Oh~ Are you talking about the explosion last time?" Chablis felt that Gin was probably praising him, and smiled, "Thank you very much, I rarely arrange things like this, and I wasn't very skilled last time."

Vermouth frowned slightly: "Gin, you don't want me to arrange an explosion as well, do you? I've never done this before."

She already understood what Gin meant -

Since the FBI is keeping an eye on them, once they know that they are taking any actions that are harmful to society, they will definitely stop them... They have no doubt about the justice of those people.

In comparison today, both their organization and the FBI are currently in the dark, but because the FBI's operations are secretive, it can be said that the organization is in the light and the FBI is in the dark.

Therefore, as long as the intelligence they obtained was not leaked, the FBI would still think that the organization knew nothing about their arrival or that they were only active for a few times as before, and their vigilance would be relatively low... In this way, as long as they "accidentally" let the secret slip or "eavesdropped" on some "important" intelligence and let the FBI know their actions, they would be encircled and blocked, then...

The organization can naturally launch a counter-encirclement and suppression campaign.

The premise is that the FBI knows nothing about the content of their gathering today...

Of course, snack trade fairs don’t count.

And they came here today because they were actually being targeted by the FBI.

As long as they act reasonably, the FBI will think they are up to something big.

……

Gin thought so too.

He looked at Chablis with eyes full of affection:
There is nothing better than someone giving you a pillow when you are sleepy...

Just as Gin was thinking about how to lure the FBI out, Chablis organized such a "counter-siege meeting against the FBI" and even got the intelligence department out. It was really...

Wonderful.

It was Dubonnet's words that made him concerned.

"The traces of invasion...could they be traces left by Noah's previous operation?"

Gin was a little worried.

When Noah was still immature, he did hack into the organization's system several times, but he only behaved after being warned by him... But that was all at Qinggang Pharmaceutical Company, and the organization might not necessarily find him.

...But he couldn't be sure that the organization wouldn't be able to find him.

"It seems that I have to reduce the frequency of communication with Noah recently." Gin made a decision in his heart.

Even if he takes the trouble to communicate on the phone outside, it will be fine.

While he was thinking, Vermouth asked a question. Before Gin could answer, Chablis spoke first:

"Oh! Don't worry, Miss Vermouth. I have more experience with bombs..."

Gin's face darkened: "Didn't you just say that you don't have much experience?"

"Ah... experience is gained through practice. You will become proficient after bombing a few times."

Chablis's smiling face is really annoying.

Vermouth shook her head. "If it's a bomb, how do we plan the next steps?"

"We don't have to use bombs to lure them out." Gin narrowed his eyes, and an immature plan formed in his mind, "We can just use you as bait to lure out those people and then take them to the designated location."

"……How to do it?"

Vermouth blinked, but she had a bad feeling in her heart. "You can choose a person... or several people, and bring them to a place, either for a trade or for other purposes." Gin grinned, "And it would be best if they were some special vulnerable groups... This might better inspire their sense of justice."

"I think I see what you mean."

Vermouth pretended not to care and took a sip of wine, "You want me to be the bait and you to be the fisherman?"

Gin shrugged. "Who told them to keep an eye on you the most? And you're not the only one... If it's just you, there won't be many targets. Those guys probably won't go out on a large scale."

"…So I'm not a threat, right?"

Vermouth looked resentful.

She remembered again how she was shot by Shuichi Akai's crappy silver bullet.

"You said it yourself." Gin denied it flatly - although he also felt that Vermouth was indeed not a threat.

So, the more people the better, preferably more than five...

The collective action of the five core members was definitely a piece of fat meat in the eyes of the FBI, and they must have believed that they were carrying out some major operation.

At least Gin thinks that Shuichi Akai should think so, because in the organization's actions, the core members of a mission generally do not exceed three people.

"Oh~ my dear friend, I think I understand." Chablis looked at Gin with a subtle look in his eyes, but it soon disappeared and he laughed happily, "Everything is centered on Miss Vermouth. Our subsequent actions are intended to revolve around her, and then let those fry think we are going to do something big, right?"

"That's right... Try to create an opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop and let them know that the organization's territory is not a place where they can run wild as they please."

Gin's tone was cold, but he subtly changed the subject to "targeting the FBI".

——You must know that the FBI already thinks that they are doing something big, while the people in the organization still think that the FBI thinks they are easy to bully and wants to take a bite of them.

It is best not for members of the organization to think about why the FBI wants to deal with them, and it is best not for them to know about it.

Once the cause is known, the top leaders of the organization will know that someone induced this incident to happen...

This would put him in a somewhat dangerous situation.

"I roughly understand what the adults think... I will go back and explain the situation to others. If you need anything, please contact me directly." Dubonnet took a pen and wrote on the paper.

The content was almost entirely written in code. Gin glanced at it but didn't understand it.

Dubonette finished speaking and recording, "My Lords, is there anything else you would like to add?"

"No." Gin responded casually and turned to Vermouth, "You are responsible for arranging the specific actions later. You can mobilize my people at will."

"Hey, hey, mine too!" Chablis raised his hand to appeal.

“Hey, this seems to be your territory, right? How come it becomes my business in the end…” Vermouth complained helplessly, “Then let it be, Dubonette, I’m afraid I’ll have to harass you frequently in the future.”

"With pleasure, Miss Vermouth."

Dubonnet bowed slightly, very gentlemanly.

At this time, the clock pointed to twelve o'clock in the morning.

After deciding on the specific plan, they waited for the bartender to pack up their things and then left the bar one after another.

Not long after they left, a wandering figure appeared on the street and kept approaching the bar.

However, just as he reached the door of the bar, a burst of fire suddenly broke out, accompanied by a huge bang.

A piece of broken glass window pierced his abdomen, and then he was blown away by the scorching waves and lay on the ground, his life or death unknown.

(End of this chapter)