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

Chapter 704: You Can't Imagine That I'm Not Finished Yet

The bright moon has disappeared, and the Milky Way is no longer visible.

On the top floor of a building in the North District adjacent to the Central District, a strong wind blew, sweeping Anderburg's black clothes to the ground, making them rustle.

The sniper rifle was lightly placed on an iron pole with a cloth bag underneath.

The bright lights and nightlife in the building and the surrounding area did not interest him at all. On the contrary, his eyes were focused on the dark area within the sniper scope...

Except for the blind spot that was completely blocked when looking in this direction, everything was visible from his field of vision, and the distance between the two places was more than 800 meters.

Anderburg's main task is to report the trajectory of all personnel in the area, regardless of whether his teammates can remember it completely - anyway, he is just a ruthless supervisor who only reports the points. Unless Angostra gives an order or an irresistible crisis occurs, he will not waste a single bullet.

Anderburg continued to report and monitor diligently.

Suddenly, a white figure was captured in the field of view of the sniper scope.

After comparing the member distribution map imprinted in his mind, Anderburg immediately said into the intercom: "At four o'clock, a white-haired masked man entered Alex's early warning area... tentative name, White Star..."

……

In a residential building more than a hundred meters away from the base ruins.

Alex looked through the window and used a telescope to observe the situation nearby.

Although the operation was scheduled for midnight, he had heard quite a bit of noise, but even so, he did not receive any orders from Angostura.

He was a little panicked inside.

Angostra did not give them clear instructions on what to do and what the purpose of their action was. He only confirmed their "jurisdiction" and he could only move within his "jurisdiction". If he left without permission, he might be punished after completing the mission.

Therefore, he could only stay where he was and try his best to understand the situation nearby... For example, where did the two "bang" sounds just now come from?
Enemy attack?

How many people are there on the other side?

How is the force situation? Can he fight three at once?

Alex knew nothing about these important issues.

"...So why doesn't Lord Stella allow us members to contact each other?" Alex was completely in the dark, completely unaware of what was happening in the distance, and couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

If they were allowed to communicate, their intelligence would not be so monotonous, and they would not be like headless flies...

Unfortunately, it was clearly stated before the mission began that members were prohibited from communicating with each other, not even text messages or emails.

Alex: I feel lonely.

"How about... taking a nap?"

A very unorthodox idea came into his mind.

The subsequent sleepiness and the temptation of the soft bed next to him almost made him unable to control himself - fortunately he managed to hold back in the end.

but.

Just when Alex was about to scout through the window of another room, his expression suddenly changed: the thin woolen thread of white paper that he was pulling had broken!

The white paper that was originally pulled tightly now hangs limply on the wall.

——Someone is coming in!!
At this moment, Alex's heart was filled with alarm.

Most of the core members of the organization have their own quirks and habits, and Alex's habit is that as long as he stays in one place and is sure that he will stay in the same place for more than five minutes, he will give priority to setting up a "cordon" in the shortest time possible.

For example, this thin line now connects from the downstairs door to the stairs, then to the crack of the first floor door, then to the handrail of the second floor stairs, then to the window of the second floor stairwell, and finally to the door of the room he is in on the third floor...

He had someone specially process these thin threads, making them as inconspicuous as spider silk and break easily when touched.

But...how did that person get in?
Alex gave up the idea of ​​changing rooms and silently moved closer to the four corners behind the door, his mind working quickly:

He had been standing by the window and observing the outside, but that didn't mean he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings... He could responsibly tell the audience that he didn't hear any sound of the door or window opening!
This kind of old and dilapidated building would definitely make a lot of noise if doors were opened and closed, windows opened and closed. Alex felt that it was unnecessary when he set up the cordon just now. He just pulled a few cords randomly to satisfy his sense of security... and it actually broke?!

"I was careless this time. I should hang a bell next time..." Alex wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, wrapped the pistol with a quilt, and loaded it.

The line definitely didn't break just now, but the problem was that he didn't know when someone broke the line.

I hope he comes again next time.

Alex held the gun, concentrating on listening to the corner for a long time, but he didn't hear any noise or footsteps outside...

This is puzzling, as the only entry routes and behaviors that could cause the line to break are entering the main door on the first floor, entering the room on the left side of the first floor, entering the second floor via the stairs... and his room.

……and many more!
Alex suddenly realized something and quickly looked at the other end of the paper where it was connected to the outside thread.

He was so focused on the fact that someone had broken in that he didn't pay close attention to where the thread broke.

The line less than 20 centimeters swaying in the light silently explained one thing:
The line was broken in his own room.

But, how is this possible? He clearly didn't move his "cordon line"!
Alex was a little confused, but he didn't think that someone would appear in this room with closed doors and windows as quietly as a ghost. He was wondering if he had accidentally broken the wire at some point, and his vigilance was relaxed a lot.

——Squeak!

But at this moment, a strange sound came from the window.

Alex turned around in shock, raised his gun, and found that the window was inexplicably opened! ?

"…Who is playing tricks?"

Alex shouted sharply, staring out the window, but he didn't see anyone.

That is, he suddenly felt a little itchy near his ear...

He seemed to realize something and turned his head——

A pale smiling mask was stuck behind him, less than a centimeter away from his face.

My heartbeat stopped at that moment.

——Scared.

……

Another place.

It was completely different from Alex's situation - Grenz was now fighting with the long-haired man in front of him with great excitement.

Both of them had guns in their hands, but neither of them pulled out their guns. Instead, they enjoyed fighting with cold weapons that had long been eliminated.

Especially Grenz, who didn't care that his monocle had fallen off, and his smile was somewhat morbid and crazy:
"My benefactor! This umbrella looks like the one you gave me before. Did you buy it later?"

"Oh! Benefactor, your left elbow joint seems to be not very flexible. How about I help you remove it?"

"My benefactor, are you really not going to consider joining us? Or let me join you...it seems like it's not impossible?"

"But benefactor, the prerequisite is that you have to win--"

The man opposite Grenz couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "Shut up!"

If possible, Tianle (Hirago Jishin) really wants to kill this member of the organization named Grenz to erase his own dark history... but it's not really a dark history.

When he was studying in the UK, he saw a teenager being cornered by a man in black. He thought it was someone from the organization who was doing evil, so he rescued the boy, beat the man in black, and even gave him an umbrella...

As a result, he realized the last time he rescued Judy:

It seems that the young man I saved was the organizer of the evil organization?

Chief, is it too late for him to go back and kill that person now?
(End of this chapter)