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

Chapter 441: Picking up two wet rats
Fushan Pier.

On the stone platform near the mooring port, a dark-haired man dressed in European aristocratic clothing sat on the edge of the platform, looking up at the warm sunshine.

He was wet all over, including his hair, which was dripping with water.

"What a nice weather today! Ugh! Fuck, why is the water so salty!"

He opened his mouth, and the water dripping from his hair flowed into his mouth unhindered, and then a bitter, salty taste choked him.

Next to him stood a man dressed similarly, except that he had blond hair. He was untying his combed hair and wringing it out, while saying expressionlessly, "As we all know, sea water is salty, Stella."

"...Hey, Anbu, don't be so resentful. A plane crash is a rare event. I didn't expect it to fall suddenly..."

"Don't quibble, Stella. If you hadn't changed the course without my permission, we wouldn't have encountered a severe convective storm. We wouldn't have encountered a typhoon after the crash, causing us to be in such a mess now."

The two were Angostura and Anderburger, who were sent by the unscrupulous boss to usurp the throne... and recruit new members.

After Anderburg finished his long speech indifferently, he reached out and pointed at his teammates: "In summary... the losses of the crash will be borne entirely by you."

"...Hiss, Amb, we are in this together through life and death..." Angostura smacked his lips.

But before he could finish, Anderburger took out a stack of wet papers from his wet pocket and threw them on Angostura's face, trying to shut him up physically. Then he said coldly, "This is the money you owe me for the meal this year. You have to pay it back."

Angostura opened his mouth and looked at Anderburgh with an outrageous expression: "Hey, Anbu! What time is it? You weren't still cherishing these things when you jumped out of the plane?"

Anderburg said nothing, but glanced at him in disbelief.

Just kidding, these things are of course important...

If you lose your life, you can still have it in the next life, but if you lose your money, it is really gone.

These IOUs are proof of financial funds. With the IOUs, his unscrupulous teammates will pay him back. By paying him back, the quality of his food for the next year can be guaranteed. Of course, they need to be kept carefully.

Angostura opened the IOUs that belonged to him and saw the numbers and signatures that were somehow well preserved by Anderburger. The corners of his mouth twitched weakly.

I never expected that these things would still be there after the plane crashed...

He is worthy of being his teammate.

Facing Angostura's strange gaze, Anderburg calmly snatched his precious IOU from the other party, fearing that the other party would tear it up and deny it...

"Tsk tsk...Ambu, you should have some trust in me." Angostra stood up and shook off his wet clothes, looking at Anderburg with a little dissatisfaction.

Until he stood up.

A dead body that had been previously hidden by his wide clothes was exposed to the sunlight.

The body looked fresh, obviously the work of the two of them.

Anderburg watched his teammate kick him into the sea, his eyes calm and calm: "But you didn't pay me back the money you owed from June to November seven years ago."

"Uh... Really?" Angostura looked as if he knew nothing. "Is that true? Maybe you remembered it wrongly?"

Anderburgh said calmly, "If you want to see it, the IOU is in the luggage on the transport plane. I can go get it later."

Angostura: "..."

Why do we still keep such old things?
"What did the boss say just now?" Anderburg looked at the phone in his teammate's hand.

They had just snatched it from a dead person.

"The boss said he would send someone to pick me up, but he seemed a little unhappy." Angostura said in a dejected tone.

Ah, isn’t he the boss’s favorite kid?

Anderburger curled his lips and said, "Maybe it's because you destroyed a plane."

The crashed plane had more than 150 million pounds in assets, which is roughly equivalent to one-tenth of their operational assets, two-hundredths of the organization's UK distributed liquid assets, and one-thousandth of the organization's total assets... With such a huge loss, it's only natural that the boss would be unhappy, right?

Anderburgh put himself in this situation and suddenly felt a heart-wrenching feeling - one million and five hundred thousand pounds, he would have to kill at least twenty people to earn it back.

"…This is a weather issue, and it's none of my business."

Angostura was quite helpless that his teammates believed that he was responsible for the plane crash.

However, after the topic came to an end, the two continued to stare at the sea in a daze, staring at the fish that occasionally jumped out of the water.

After looking at it for a while, Anderburg turned around and continued twisting his hair.

The wet salt water dripped onto the ground. Angostura took a few steps aside and said with disdain, "Hey, I told you to get a haircut last time... You look like a woman if you keep your hair this long."

"You can't cut your hair now." Anderburg said seriously, "I asked someone to calculate it. If you cut your hair during this period, there will be a disaster."

"...What era is it that you still believe this?" Angostura curled her lips. "Forget it. Speaking of which, where is the person who came to pick us up? How long has it been?"

Anderburg turned his teammate's head 150 degrees expressionlessly, "Is there a possibility that he has already arrived?"

Angostura was startled, and when he looked to the side, he saw a dark figure.

only……

He narrowed his eyes.

Such long, such shiny silver hair...

Tsk, what an eyesore.

……

Gin had been wandering around the dock for nearly half an hour.

He was a little annoyed by the spinning.

The unscrupulous boss asked him to pick someone up, but not only did he not tell him who he was picking up, he also didn't tell him which berth the person was in...

It was not convenient for him to drive in directly in broad daylight and wander around inside, for fear that someone would come out and ask him who he was.

He walked all the way north until he finally found what he thought was his target.

Two wet European aristocrats.

But to be honest, at first glance, Gin didn't realize that these two were his own people.

Because they were so miserable, like two drowned rats.

It was not until he listened carefully to the conversation between the two people that he was sure, with a twitch of his mouth, that these two should be his own people.

He only heard about the hair cutting, and then one of them asked about the other picking them up.

Gin walked over with an indifferent look on his face, looked at the two faces that looked very unfamiliar to him, and said without any emotion: "The boss asked me to pick you up, let's go."

"Are you Gin? I've heard of you." The black-haired European man in Gin's eyes grinned, revealing a smile that was not at all friendly, "I heard that you are recognized as the number one killer in the organization, but I think, from now on..."

Gin raised an eyebrow.

What's going on with this explosive tone?

But before the man could finish his words, the blond man next to him slapped a wet stack of paper on his face and looked at Gin expressionlessly, but his tone was a hundred times kinder than Angostura's:
"I'm sorry, he's not in his right mind...Long time no see, Gin."

(End of this chapter)