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

Chapter 553 You Can't Count

"Gah——"

Crows flew across the street, making a cry that was impossible to ignore.

But when passers-by looked up, no one noticed where the crow had gone...

……

Central District.

A deserted and nameless street welcomed many strange people in strange costumes.

...but not entirely to blame.

After all, they are just a group of people who wrap themselves up like black bears in this early winter.

In addition to these crowds of people, there are also many vehicles of various shapes parked on both sides of the road.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Kiel checked his weapons and equipment, looked at the entrance of the convenience store where people were entering one after another but no one was coming out, took a deep breath, got out of the car, locked the car, and slowly walked towards the convenience store.

What kind of terrifying 'hunting' operation is this that requires so many people to participate?

Even the last time we took action against the FBI, there weren’t so many people!

Could it be that the organization discovered their true identity? Or was there some action taken by the higher-ups that was targeted by the organization? Or maybe...

All kinds of guesses kept flashing through Kil's mind.

Finally, her train of thought was interrupted by a call:

"Kil! You're here so early?"

"Clarett..." Kiel turned his head and smiled, "It's getting late. I saw quite a few people go in just now."

The person who called out to Kiel was Clarett.

The other party was also dressed in black today, with a black coat, black boots, and a black top and shirt... At night, it would be hard to even spot him.

Clarette walked quickly to Kiel's side, and walked side by side with her towards the entrance of the meeting place, chatting naturally: "Are there many people here today?"

Kiel nodded. "Yeah, I'm surprised... there seem to be a lot more people than the last operation."

"More than last time?" Claret frowned, and nodded to the one-eyed old man at the convenience store counter with Kiel. After walking into the hidden secret door next to him, he continued, "Did Master Gin tell you the details of the operation?"

Clarett felt uncomfortable when he mentioned the last action.

The FBI dared to plot against them and even caused many casualties among their organization members... Is the organization preparing to fight back this time?
She actually felt a little bit of anticipation in her heart.

Gil smiled bitterly, "Not at all... Come to think of it, we don't seem to be working under Master Gin anymore. If there is anything, it should be Master Stella who gave the order."

In fact, Kiel felt sorry for being transferred from Gin's action team - after all, she had been with Gin for four years and was more or less an old member.

"...That's right." Clarett curled his lips slightly.

Judging from her appearance, she seemed unhappy with Angostura.

As they talked, they walked towards the depths of darkness.

At the end of the darkness was a bright hall, which was laid out like an ordinary bar, but in the center was a huge round table instead of scattered tables and chairs.

There are just cuts in various directions on the table top, as if it was made by cutting and piecing together various small tables.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen people sitting around the table, and their eyes turned to the two people who had just entered the venue.

These people were not unfamiliar to Kiel and Claret. They were all "acquaintances" when Angostura first summoned them to the scene.

So, probably thinking of their abnormal behavior last time, most people's faces changed, pretending that they saw nothing, lowered their heads and continued to be in a daze...

Only Alex, who had worked with the two before, established a revolutionary friendship with them and raised his hand to greet them:
"Kil, Clarette, there's room." "Thank you."

Kil and Clarett saw that they were sitting scattered around and didn't know where to insert themselves.

Alex's shout gave them a goal.

It’s just that the looks that other people gave Alex were a little strange: Could it be that their companions were being led astray by this mission-obsessed witch and this rude woman who casually pointed a gun at her superior?

Should they save it?
After Kil and Clarett took their seats, everyone, whether they were whispering or speculating about the action, fell silent and fell into deep thought.

The few people who came later saw how quiet the scene was, and they also walked quietly and stealthily to find a place to sit down, as quiet as a chicken.

until--

"Cough hum!"

Snapped--

A crisp sound startled everyone.

When they came to their senses, they found that it was their current boss who had arrived with a stack of documents in his hand.

"Come on, report your numbers...Ah, forget it, Anbu! Call the roll!"

Angostura knocked the table twice with a stack of papers in his hand and gave orders to Anderburg.

After receiving the order, the latter glanced at everyone present, then nodded with certainty, "Yes, we are all here."

Angostura looked back, "I asked you to name your name."

Anderburg nodded calmly, "I can't remember the name."

A group of wine: "..."

Lord Underburger is just as offensive as ever.

"Then how do you know everyone is here?" Angostura asked sharply.

Anderburg took out a notebook and said, "Last time, Stella, you recorded the number of members as twenty-five. This time, there are twenty-two present, which is just right if we include them."

"Who told you that these twenty-five people include us? And even if we count ourselves, there are only twenty-four!"

"Stella, you seem to have forgotten your gin."

"...Oh, there is still one Gin, that means there are twenty-three, what about the remaining two?" Angostura reacted, patted the table, and said coldly, "The remaining two who didn't come, then they don't have to come forever! Amb, get rid of those two when you go back--"

"Ah~ You are so angry, who do you want to clean up?"

As soon as Angostura finished speaking, a clear female voice came from the entrance.

Angostura was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Vermouth emerging from the darkness of the exit with cat-like steps.

She completely ignored the others, said a few words, and then walked naturally to the seat next to Kiel and sat down.

“… Well, okay, it’s you, Vermouth. It’s okay then.” Angostura coughed awkwardly and turned his head. “Then there’s only one left, Ambu, you—”

Before he finished speaking, Vermouth interrupted him again, with a tone of disdain: "The remaining one, I think it should be vodka? Angostura, your math seems to be not as good as Anderburger's."

Anderburg immediately gave Belmode a noble salute: "Thank you for your affirmation."

Angostura: "..."

Is he not as good at math as Anderborg?
Pure slander!
He simply forgot about three certain people!

(End of this chapter)