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

Chapter 590 Death Comes
The sun shines in the sky, and the grass and trees fly.

After a day of continuous rain, the damp and cold winter that made people feel uncomfortable passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye it was replaced by the spring season when all things grow.

As the saying goes:
Sleepy in spring, lacking in autumn and taking a nap in summer.

Spring is a good weather for sleeping - that's what Gin thought.

However, the good sleep did not last long, as a series of disturbing phone rings disturbed Gin again.

Gin tried hard to open his blurry eyes, groped around and found the smartphone that fell in the crack of the bed and picked it up. His tone was the first to return to its cold and inhuman tone, which was very inconsistent with his sleepy expression:
"Who? What happened?"

"…Who else could I be? You don't respond to my emails and you don't reply to my text messages. What are you doing?"

Vermouth's unhappy voice came through the phone.

But Gin, who was still asleep, had not fully awakened except for his tone. He continued in a daze: "I'm asking who you are, don't bullshit me!"

Gin's tone still seemed a little impatient - so impatient that he wanted to hang up the phone the next moment.

Belmode paused on the phone: "I say, you are not awake yet, are you?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll hang up."

"Hang up if you want. Remember to check your email."

After Vermouth said this, she hung up the phone without waiting for Gin to hang up.

At this time, Gin's mind was a little clearer and his eyes were no longer blurry. However, he looked at the time and found that it was already noon, so he decisively decided to take another nap.

This trip takes another two hours.

However, after Gin woke up, he found that his phone was bombarded by Vermouth - there were more than thirty missed calls, all from Vermouth, and more than forty spam messages with insults and non-repetitions... all from Vermouth.

Seeing this scene, Gin fell silent - feeling guilty.

He suspected that he had missed some very important information.

Gin rolled out of bed without even putting on his clothes, and sat directly in front of the computer. He opened his mailbox and started looking through the latest emails.

The email sent by Vermouth was clearly displayed on the first line.

The main reason was that he really didn't have any subordinates who needed to send him emails personally. Ever since all the core members except the sniper were taken away by Angostra, the number of emails he needed to deal with had shrunk dramatically, and had shrunk to a point where it was almost zero.

After reading the emails, Gin turned off the computer with confusion and took the initiative to call Vermouth... but no one answered.

"What are you doing?"

There was a string of question marks on Gin's forehead.

But soon, Gin put these questions aside, put on his clothes, and went out to wake up Vodka who was also taking a nap and ask him to be his driver.

"Vodka, wake up."

After shaking for a while, the vodka was still a little unclear.

Seeing this, Gin pulled out his Beretta and fired a shot at Vodka about thirty centimeters away from his ear.

——It turns out that the sound of gunfire close at hand is more effective than any alarm clock.

Vodka was so frightened that he jumped up and even pulled out his gun: "Who?! Who is it!"

Gin calmly took back the Beretta and put Vodka's hat back on his bald head: "Drive there, the target location is Factory No. 2 in the Coastal District."

"...Ah? Ah, okay, big brother!"

……

Vodka's smooth driving skills made Gin's Porsche a good place to sleep, especially in the back seat.

Gin sat in the car, feeling the vibration of the car body, and fell asleep again unknowingly...

"Brother, we are here."

The sound of Vodka made Gin open his eyes suddenly, and then he frowned.

Through the car window, you can see white fog all around, and in the fog, the outlines of several huge buildings are vaguely outlined.

"There's a lot of fog at the seaside..."

Gin got off the car and muttered to himself, then walked towards the building. But after a few steps, he realized that Vodka hadn't caught up with him, and there was no sound behind him, so he stopped and looked back.

Behind me was still the thick white fog, nothing else.

The place where his Porsche was originally parked was empty and the car was nowhere to be seen.

Gin felt something strange.

...No, there is no need to even feel it, this weird atmosphere is already obvious.

"Vodka went to park the car?"

It was easy to sort out the thoughts in his mind. Gin finally stared at the white fog in the distance for a few seconds, turned around and continued walking forward.

Factory No. 2 here is the location of a base of the organization, and it is a relatively rare large-scale training base. Gin has basically never come here, because there is a small training ground near the base where Gin lives, so he doesn't need to travel far to train here.

But when he thought about it, Gin found that he hadn't practiced for a long time. He had been either sleeping or not sleeping recently...

Well, lazy indeed.

After reflecting on his actions 'deeply', Gin felt a little guilty, "I still have to adjust my schedule after I go back..."

Training and such still need to continue. It would be really embarrassing if he couldn't beat Jing when he returned to the five-star group in the future.

Thinking of this, Gin quickened his pace a little - he wanted to finish things here as soon as possible and go back to his nest to sleep... no, it was exercise.

Yet at this moment.

Gin suddenly felt a sense of horror and stopped immediately.

Almost at the same time, a slender shadow came flying and happened to hit Gin's toes, making a hole in the ground.

Gin's expression suddenly turned cold.

The next second, he noticed a faint flash of fire on the high building, but he didn't hear any sound.

But before he could think about what was going on, his body had already reacted. His center of gravity was lowered and he rushed forward at lightning speed.

"Chi——"
"Tock!" "Tock!" "Tock!"
Four or five holes suddenly appeared where Gin had just stood.

"what happened?"

Gin hid under an iron frame and witnessed this scene. His mind was a little confused, and besides being confused, he was even more frightened - he couldn't even think calmly now? !

It was clearly an extremely critical situation, but he actually felt very normal in his heart, as if this kind of thing should have happened a long time ago...

Gin took out a pistol from his body and pinched his brow with his other hand: "Normal? It's normal to be killed after being exposed... Damn it! What am I thinking?"

"Clang!"
A heavy object suddenly hit the iron frame where Gin was hiding, startling Gin. Then a sense of crisis surged in his heart, causing him to rush forward in one step -

"Ka-la! Ka-ka-ka--"
I didn't know what hit the iron frame, but I heard a loud crackling noise, and the entire iron frame suddenly fell apart like a shoddy project.

Gin was unable to avoid the dust caused by the collapse of the iron frame.

The dust and thick fog mixed together, making his vision almost zero.

Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps in the smoke...

"Vodka?"

Gin spoke almost uncontrollably.

In this case, the party who speaks first will not gain any benefit.

Sure enough, after hearing the sound, the footsteps suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, an unidentified object suddenly hit Gin's forehead, causing him to stagger and take a few steps back. At the same time, his head became more and more dizzy and swollen, as if it was about to explode.

Gin suddenly felt a tearing pain in the back of his heart, and then a pitch-black blade suddenly pierced through his chest.

Two blood-stained hands grabbed his neck at the same time.

"Ungrateful scum..."

"go to hell!"

(End of this chapter)