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

Chapter 457 Air Responsibility

Chapter 457 Air Responsibility
After the explosion.

The room was filled with a choking smell of cigarette smoke.

Vermouth was very glad that she had predicted Gin's movements and took away Vodka and closed the door before Gin detonated the bomb.

Now the scene is really messy:
Except for Vermouth and Vodka who avoided the direct impact, the faces of the other members present were basically covered with soot.

Even some members standing in the front row were knocked over by the blast...

However, Clarett, Kiel, Calvados and others were called over because they were originally Gin's subordinates. After seeing Gin injured, they all expected that nothing good would happen. The only one who didn't know Gin well, Clarett, was also pulled behind by Kiel, so he was fine and didn't even look dirty.

Vermouth looked at the members of the organization who were frightened one by one, and looked at Gin with fear in their eyes, and sighed and held her forehead:
Why do these people have to provoke Gin when there are so many people they can provoke?
Yes, the culprit is still Angostura...

Vermouth's mouth twitched, and he looked at the two instigators of the accident:
Since their original position was bombed black, Angostura and Gin moved to another place and sat against the inner wall of the spacious old house.

——Nothing serious happened to both of them.

Angostura's head was blown and bleeding.

He and Gin sat on a sofa bench, staring at each other, neither of them giving in.

Even though they just met yesterday, they looked like they had been disliking each other for a long time...

In addition to his head, part of Angostra's clothes were also torn. Anderburg was next to him, wrapping bandages around his head.

"I say, are you crazy? Are you going to detonate a bomb just because of a disagreement?"

As Angostura said this, the explosion wound on his face was pulled, and he grimaced.

"Hehe...it's just an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth." Gin grinned.

He was in a similar state of disarray as Angostura: part of his face was burned, and several strands of his hair were singed.

But for Gin, these superficial injuries can be healed in minutes if he thinks carefully, and this is when he doesn't use his Qi to protect himself.

The main reason was that his clothes were torn, which made him look a little more destitute.

"...I'm afraid you're going to pay it back a hundredfold?" Angostura's mouth twitched.

Logically speaking, he just left a knife to cut Gin's face, but the other party just came with a bomb... He didn't expect that he would be sanctioned by a bomb today after he caused an explosion yesterday.

Luckily, the one Gin used wasn't very powerful, and the amount was small, so the center of the explosion was just a burn...

After bandaging his teammate, Anderburg turned to Gin.

He studied Gin's wound, gestured a few times, and without asking for Gin's opinion, he pulled out the bandage expressionlessly and wrapped it around Gin a few times.

"You can consider giving it several times more next time." Gin gave Angostura a cold smile, then turned to look at Anderburgh and restrained his expression. "Thank you."

He did not refuse Anderburg's kindness.

Even though Gin felt that his injury would heal in a short while...but under the watchful eyes of other members of the organization, he still tried his best to restrain his body's self-healing ability to avoid being discovered.

However, Gin probably felt that verbal thanks were not sincere enough, so he thought about it and reached into his pocket.

...and took out another box.

Everyone was so frightened that their faces turned pale, and Angostura almost jumped up.

Fortunately, the next moment, Gin calmly opened the box, took out a bag of tea and handed it to Anderburg, while sweeping the entire audience with a cold look.

Everyone who met his gaze lowered their heads.

Contempt, disdain, complacency... all kinds of emotions have completely disappeared from the faces of other members; only fear and panic remain in their eyes - in the organization, capable people are not scary, and people with status but no ability are difficult to be obedient. Only when both ability and status are achieved can the people below respect them.

...And now, in the eyes of many people, Gin, the person in charge who has lived in Japan for nearly twenty years, has "fallen out of favor".

but.

In an organization, there is another type of person that makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts: that is a madman.

Gin didn't care about his injury at all. He just took out a bomb and wanted to die with Angostura after being cut by a knife. In the eyes of others, he was a madman...

On this side, Anderburg gladly accepted Gin's thank you gift, and his cold face showed a bit of friendliness, especially his eyes were very friendly:
"You're welcome."

Tea is a precious product from the East, and the tea in Gin's hand must be of high quality...

If he could get some reward every time he bandaged Gin's wound, he hoped that this would happen more often.

After Anderburg received the tea, he started to make some calculations in his mind, and even secretly considered whether he should wrap Gin with a few more bandages.

Angostura naturally had no idea that his teammate actually had such an idea of 'abandoning the light and joining the dark'. He just had some opinions about Anderborg's behavior: "Hey! Anbu, why are you taking this guy's things?"

Seeing him start to shout again, Gin sneered and took out a small bomb with a timer under everyone's horrified gaze: "What do you think?"

If he blew it up, everyone might die together.

Angostura's eyes widened. "What? I meant to do that... wooooooo!"

Anderburger suddenly stuffed a large roll of bandage into his mouth, and then Anderburger quickly slipped to the corner and made a "please" gesture to Gin from a distance.

Gin gave an approving look to Anderburg's approach of protecting himself.

But at this time, Vermouth, who had been watching everything, finally couldn't bear it anymore and rubbed her brows helplessly: "...I say, have you had enough fun?"

“Puff! Ahem… Of course not! Amb, just wait!” Angostura pulled out the bandage that was almost stuck in his throat, accused his teammates, and then looked at Vermouth, “Come to think of it, who are you? Vodka?”

Belmode: "..."

Does she look like a driver?

Seeing that Angostura not only failed to recognize Vermouth, but also called the wrong code name, Gin sneered mercilessly: "Stella, are you blind?"

He didn't bring any vodka today.

Behind Vermouth.

Vodka raised his hand silently: "Um, I'm Vodka..."

Gin: "..."

Hey, when did he bring the vodka?

Oh yeah, Vodka drove him here...

Angostura: "..."

When did the guy wearing sunglasses come in?

Vodka: "..."