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

Chapter 456: Alcohol is flammable and explosive

Vodka drove to the destination trembling with fear.

When he got out of the car and locked the door, his hands were shaking - the cold air from Sister Vermouth just now really froze him to death.

Why is it that the eldest brother is not in any trouble at all?

Vodka looked at Gin with admiration, and aspired to become as strong as his elder brother.

When Vermouth got off the car, she was still wrapped in a cool outfit, blocking the cold air from nature from entering, so she didn't feel cold at all.

She had another paper bag in her hand, and was chewing something viciously.

——This is a packet of Isatis root given by Gin because he thought she had too much temper.

"Vermouth, don't have that expression." Gin got out of the car and glanced at Vermouth, "You look like an old demon in the mountains."

He is by no means exaggerating.

But when Vermouth becomes fierce, her expression really makes her look like a monster, which is very scary.

Belmode: "..."

Gin did a great job, and the energy she had finally built up was gone again.

Big fire.

Gin said this, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him at all, and walked into the small, dilapidated house in front...

I don't know what Angostra was thinking, choosing such a shabby place for them to gather.

Gin walked up the stairs with the trembling Vodka and the ferocious-looking Vermouth and stopped in front of the reserved house number.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door of the room next door was suddenly pushed open and a man in black walked out.

The man was wearing sunglasses and dressed similarly to Vodka. He glanced at them and said, "Are you from Gin's side? Go over there."

He pointed to the end of the darkness.

This man's Japanese was a little strange. He must have come from Europe. He showed no courtesy or respect towards them.

But this is actually the norm in organizations.

So, Gin didn't react much, just glanced at the other person lightly, and then walked towards the room deep in the darkness.

There was an English notice on the door that said 'Please knock before entering', which made Gin's eyes twitch, but he still knocked on the door twice as it said.

"Who?"

A familiar voice came from inside the door.

Gin narrowed his eyes, no longer as casual as he had been talking to Vermouth, and said in a cold voice: "Who else do you think it could be at this time?"

"Tsk, if you don't tell me, how am I going to know who it is!"

Angostura's disdainful shout was heard from within the room.

Vermouth, who was following behind Gin, also returned to normal. She looked at the door strangely, then looked at Gin.

She discovered that two waves of people coming from Europe seemed to be unfriendly to gin?

When Chablis first met Gin, he seemed to be a bit confrontational... This one was more direct, and his dissatisfaction was almost written on his face.

Although she hasn't seen their faces yet, Vermouth can already imagine their expressions - Vermouth's authority over member information is more than sufficient, and she has basically memorized the information of the two key members.

Seeing that Angostra wanted to play rogue with him, Gin raised his eyebrows, sneered, took out a piece of wire and some parts from his pocket, looked at the old broken lock, and started to work on it.

Less than a second.

With a click, the door lock opened.

If Gin wasn't afraid of the bad influence, he would choose to kick the door directly...

but.

Gin, who was the first to push the door open, was not treated friendly at all:
First, a strong light hit his face, causing his vision to go blank; then there was a sound of breaking through the air flying towards him at a high speed.

'……Neuropathy!'
Gin cursed inwardly with a dark face - after a moment's thought, he knew that Angostra was probably trying to show him his power.

In the absence of vision, Gin took a step forward and walked to the side, then raised his hand at a dazzling speed to knock something flying towards him to the ground - the speed of these flying things was also beyond common sense, and although they were not bullets, he was afraid that Vodka, who was walking behind him, would not be able to catch them.

After shooting down an unidentified flying object, Gin's vision gradually returned to normal.

The first thing he saw was Angostura with a playful expression on his face. He was twirling a small knife in his left hand and had another in his right hand, which he threw directly at him.

Gin narrowed his eyes and did not dodge or avoid.

'bite--'
The flying knife slashed across Gin's cheek and quickly nailed into the wall beside his ear.

Silver hair fell along with a trace of blood.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Vermouth reacted and saw the knife dropped on the ground. She immediately pushed aside Vodka and walked into the house. She took out her pistol and shot at the spotlight shining on their faces, directly cutting off the power.

She looked a little unhappy.

When the bright light disappeared, they realized that quite a few people had gathered in the room.

However, most of them are unfamiliar...

As expected, these people were the personnel transferred from Europe.

Vermouth's face was a little gloomy:

Such a large-scale transfer has only occurred once, more than 20 years ago... Sure enough, the unscrupulous boss is going to make a big move.

"... Gin, Gin-sama!"

In addition to a group of unfamiliar members, several members who originally belonged to Gin's side were also there.

Seeing a trace of blood flowing down Gin's face, Clarett, one of the core members, exclaimed.

Vermouth turned around and saw the blood on Gin's cheek, and was immediately shocked - how could Gin be injured?
Suddenly, a bad feeling came to my mind.

She suddenly reached out to stop Vodka who was about to move forward, and pulled him back two steps.

——Inside the room.

Most of these members, who were unfamiliar to Gin, had more or less contempt and disdain on their faces. Only a few people Gin was familiar with had unpleasant expressions on their faces.

Taking in their expressions, Gin slowly put on a brilliant smile.

"Tsk, it's Gin? If you hadn't told me earlier, I would have thought someone had broken in... I just slipped my hand, I'm so sorry!"

Angostura, who was sitting on the main seat, gloated, smiled without any sincerity, and walked slowly to Gin.

Anderborg, standing in the back, delivered justice: “He did it on purpose.”

"...Amb!" Angostra glared at his teammates.

The others remained silent, wanting to see Gin's reaction - after all, being injured by a peer in front of so many people was quite embarrassing for a core senior executive.

Gin raised his hand and wiped the blood off his cheek, "As long as I'm not blind, I can see that he did it on purpose."

He responded to Anderburg first.

Then Gin rummaged in his pocket and took out a black cube.

Everyone was stunned.

Angostura, who was standing in front of Gin, froze in his smile: "Hey, Gin, it's just a joke, don't go to the extent of--"

“Heh…die!”

Gin showed his cold white teeth, and before Angostura could step back, he quickly threw the small black block upwards, and at the same time pressed a button on a remote control in his pocket...

"boom--!"

In an instant, the room was filled with light and warmth...

There is also noise pollution.

Miska Mosca

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(End of this chapter)