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

Chapter 591 Foreign Aid for the Shooting Competition

'Die! Die! Die!'
'Ungrateful person...'
'Go to hell!'
The ethereal and vicious curses made Gin's head swell and his eyelids feel heavy.

At this time, another real voice gradually became clear:

"Big brother? Big brother!"

"...Brother! We are here, Brother..."

The imaginary insults completely disappeared, but Vodka's shouts became clearer and clearer.

Gin opened his eyes, but the next second he closed them again due to the glaring sunlight. He stood up and rubbed his eyes: "Are we there yet?"

In the driver's seat, Vodka twisted his body 180 degrees. Seeing that Gin had woken up, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes! Big brother, we've arrived..."

Gin adjusted to the light for a while and raised his chin: "Park by the roadside, there's no room inside."

"Okay big brother."

Vodka agreed without objection, started the car, drove forward another 100 meters, and parked it at the curb.

"Brother, do we have any mission here this time?"

Vodka, who had been a well-behaved driver all the way, showed appropriate concern for the trip.

He didn't receive any mission notification all morning, but before he woke up from his nap he was woken up by Gin's bullet. He thought it was some extremely urgent mission.

Gin took out a lollipop from his pocket and threw one to Vodka. "It's nothing, it's just that Angostura can't sit still... You'll know when we get there."

Gin looked at the factory area without any fog and couldn't help but pull his collar.

The scenes he dreamed about were becoming more and more bizarre, but the way they died was very consistent...

The scene in the factory was completely different from the one in his dream, but Gin still felt that there was a high possibility that an unmanned machine gun would pop out from the corner and shoot him to death...

It's really terrible.

"Besides keeping up with the training, I probably need to get some tranquilizers."
Otherwise, he would have this kind of dream every day, and he really couldn't get enough sleep...

Gin was thinking as he walked, and almost bumped into a telephone pole.

Vodka was clearly concerned about his eldest brother's health, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

……

The underground base can be entered directly through the factory outside, but a number of defense measures have been set up at the entrance to basically prevent outsiders from entering.

Although this place is remote, basically no one comes here.

Moreover, a place like this, which has been abandoned for who knows how long, has not been demolished yet. It is a miracle that it can still be preserved.

Since they had never been here before, Gin and Vodka wandered around for a while before they determined the location of the entrance.

“Wuwuwu——”
The sound of machinery running is endless.

Gin quickened his pace and dragged Vodka deeper into the training ground.

"Clang——"
Gin was very familiar with the sound of a sniper rifle with a silencer.

He paused subconsciously, and then realized that this might be some people's "entertainment activity"...

Sure enough, after walking another passage forward, he heard a burst of mocking laughter:
"Ahaha! Vermouth, you missed the target again. Do you have to be so lame?"

"Angostra, shut up!"

"What's wrong? Are you still angry? Oh my, I'm so scared."

"If you say one more word, I will castrate you!!"

"Tsk, do you think I believe you? Ah? With your shooting skills..."

“Well, that… Lord Angostura, Lord Vermouth, please stop arguing…”

"Alex, this is none of your business!" / "You shut up too!" Gin: "..."

These people are really energetic...

By the way, Vermouth sounds like she's in good condition. After reading such a long string of text messages, he thought Vermouth would die soon after being abused...

——Vermouth had sent Gin countless text messages, dozens of phone calls, and even repeated emails several times, all for one purpose:
Ask Gin for foreign aid.

And the reason...

The main thing is that I don’t know what’s wrong with Angostura. After all the troubles yesterday, he actually has the time to hold something today…

'Playmaker shooting contest'?

Anyway, Gin initially thought that Kil's whereabouts had been discovered, or that the whereabouts of those FBI people had been discovered.

As a result, when he read the content of the email, he almost spit on his mouth and even wanted to hang Vermouth up and beat her up.

Gin led Vodka to the entrance of the training ground, looked at Vermouth who was aiming the sniper rifle at the virtual screen on the sniper lift, and whistled.

It was the first time he saw Vermouth holding a sniper rifle... To be honest, Gin found it quite funny.

Although the whistle was not loud, in an instant, all the core members gathered at the training ground looked in the direction of Gin. Even Vermouth and Angostura, who were arguing with each other, turned their heads.

"Hey! Who's here? Gin, don't you see what time it is?" Angostura was the first to shout, with an inexplicable excitement in his eyes. "You're late for the first group action, Gin. This time, I'll punish you by making you write—"

"It's noisy."

Gin chewed his lollipop and glanced at him coldly, "Collective action? It's an entertainment activity, right? You called me here for such a boring thing, is it interesting?"

Angostura grinned: "It's not up to you to decide whether it's interesting or not... Hey! Vermouth, what are you daydreaming about? Are you still going to compete?"

"Than you! Which bastard forced me to come up here just now? Huh?"

When Vermouth saw Gin coming, she leaned the sniper rifle on the ground and broke it on the spot. She paused the virtual shooting training with the remote control, controlled the elevator to descend, and glared at Angostura fiercely.

"Hey! Vermouth, you're here now, why don't you compete? What are you doing here?"

"Haha... Gin! Go ahead and blow his head off!"

Vermouth said she didn't want to waste time talking to Angostra and threw a sniper rifle at Gin.

Gin held the gun, lost in thought, and looked at Vermouth in confusion: "What did he do to you?"

Today, Vermouth still looks very passionate.

I don't know if it's menopause.

"He asked me to compete with Anderburg in sniping distance." Belmode rolled his eyes, "I'm not a professional sniper, how can I possibly beat him?"

Gin nodded and got to the point: "So, you're just angrier than losing?"

Vermouth's half-moon eyes: "No?"

"...Okay, that's too harsh."

Gin shook his head, took off his hat and threw it to Vodka, muttering softly, "It's just a loss in the game, you are so petty..."

Belmode: "..."

She heard it!

Isn't she just trying to save face? What's wrong? Is it wrong? Whose side is this bastard Gin on?
Angostura watched the interaction between the two with great interest. "I say, have you two stopped wasting time? Hurry up and discuss who will take over, okay? Don't waste time!"

Gin put the gun on the iron rack and tied up his hair: "Rules? Scoring method? How will it be calculated if I replace Vermouth?"

It’s not like there haven’t been shooting competitions within the organization before, but this is the first time that Angostra has brought so many people together.

"Rules? The rules are to see who has the longest distance and the highest accuracy... But for you, Gin, I'll add a little requirement. It only counts if you hit the head." Angostura raised his head and applied with a little arrogance. "Belmaud has already lost two rounds. If it's your turn, let's start over. The loser has to meet any requirements of the other party."

(End of this chapter)