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

Chapter 708 If You Want to Rob, Just Say So
Shuichi Akai leaned against the door of the abandoned building, his mind still a little confused... but at least he was a little clearer than before.

It was precisely because of this that he felt even more upset:
——Why gin?

Even if you say that the traitor is vodka, it is still better than gin, so it’s not that outrageous!

Shuichi Akai covered the wound on his body, endured the pain, shook out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit the cigarette butt with a lighter that could barely produce a fire, and then took a deep breath.

He was not stupid. When he calmed down and thought about what Angostra said and Gin's reaction, it was hard not to guess that Gin was a traitor.

Can……

"Why exactly?"

Akai Hide looked at the sky with a lifelong despair, letting a few drops of rain hit his face.

This doesn't make sense at all, Gin is a traitor or something... Then, was Mr. Mirror, who attacked Gin before, acting? But he felt that the other party was really ruthless...

"No matter how cruel you are, you can't die."

The hoarse voice made Akai Shuichi's cigarette tremble.

"...Mr. Mirror?"

When Shuichi Akai turned around, he found that Jing was standing by the door in a mysterious manner, with the mask on his face half lifted up and covering the side of his face, and another blond-haired and blue-eyed man was standing behind him.

Still dressed in black...

He subconsciously entered a state of defense, but unfortunately he seemed to have forgotten that he was injured. When his muscles contracted, they pulled the wound hard, causing him to gasp, "...Mr. Jing, this is..."

"Prisoners."

Jing said succinctly, pulling Anderburger from behind and pushing him forward, "Stay here, if you move around you will be shot."

"..."

Neither Akai Shuichi nor Anderburger said anything.

Just when Jing was leaving, Akai Shuichi couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Jing, what is the relationship between Gin and you?"

Jing stopped, looked back, and suddenly smiled a smile similar to Gin's:

"If you've guessed it, don't ask."

"..."

Akai Shuichi watched the black figure of Kagami go in the direction where the explosion came from and quickly disappeared from his sight, feeling mixed emotions.

Yes, he had guessed it.

He thought of the first time he met Jing, when he suddenly appeared in front of him and deliberately let the member named Ireland run away... When Shuichi Akai met Rei later, he naturally thought that the person he let run away was the undercover agent of the Five Star Group.

But now when he recalled it, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. Lie's reaction at that time was too exaggerated...

Combined with the situation at that time and what just happened...

So, Gin is the undercover agent, right?
Shuichi Akai wanted to find a piece of tofu and kill himself - that was impossible.

Mainly, he thought of what Lie had said about them having an older brother, and the question he asked when he talked to him alone:

"Is what you insist on really just?"
"I hope you can still answer this question when my brother asks you..."
What was his answer at that time?
Shuichi Akai felt that his memory was very vague.

However, this did not prevent him from suspecting that Gin was actually the 'big brother' that Rei and the others were talking about... and in a sense, Jing had just admitted this.

That’s outrageous!

He continued to lean against the door frame, looking melancholy, and he didn't even have the mood to find out what was going on with Anderburg next to him.

"Akai Shuichi?" But Akai Shuichi's silence didn't mean that Anderburg was as sad as he was. "You FBI also surrendered?"

"...What?" Akai Shuichi was a little confused. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Anderburger. "You, are a member of the organization who surrendered?"

Anderburg nodded: "My name is Anderburg."

Akai Shuichi understood: "You are the one with that Angostura?"

They actually surrendered... It seems that he still underestimated the strength of the Five-Star Group. This time, perhaps all organizational forces in Japan will be destroyed by the Five-Star Group?

but……

It's obviously something he should be happy about, so why is he so worried?

"...Do you know Gin's identity?" Akai Shuichi suddenly asked.

"I don't know, but Stella guessed he was a traitor, and now we know he's the one with the five-star mask." Anderburg answered calmly and emotionlessly, his eyes slightly turning, "You don't know either? As an ally."

Akai Shuichi looked up at the sky: "No, I don't know anything at all."

Just ask who can tell that Gin is a traitor and an undercover agent?

Is it that times have changed, or that he can't keep up with the times?
Anderburger beside him didn't react much - whether he knew that Gin was suspected of treason or was forced to surrender, or even now that his enemies didn't know that Gin was actually their "ally", he nodded with relief: "That's good."

Shuichi Akai: “…” He’s not good at all!

But there was one thing lingering in his mind - if, and he meant if.

If Gin had been planning to fight the organization for a long time...then what about Akemi? Would Akemi still be alive?

……

'boom!!!'
There was another roar between the buildings.

This was followed by a burst of unclear English words, such as 'you_son-of-you_b***ch', and the sound of crisp metal colliding.

Angostura's original plan was to ask Anderburger to help with long-range fire suppression. He had no intention of fighting Gin head-on... But the situation did not allow it now, so he went for it and got angry:
I don’t know what his mentality is, but after Gin determined that Anderburg’s fire support could not be carried out, he has been teasing him!

That's right, playing.

Obviously he had the ability to hurt him, but he just jumped around everywhere and threw a few button bombs from time to time...

Angostura held his breath, suppressed his anger, aimed at the fleeting figure behind the ash, and threw the flying knife that was resting on his sleeve out with a whoosh.

——Ding~!
The crisp sound made him realize that the knife had not hit the opponent yet.

However, he only had a few throwing knives worth five hundred pounds each... and he couldn't retrieve every one he threw.

After Gin blocked the knife, maybe he had expected this, he didn't continue to harass with bombs, he hung himself on the edge of the wall with a steel wire, stepped on the wall, tilted his head, "No weapons now, right? Let's talk?"

"…bullshit!" Angostura sneered.

He couldn't stand others acting superior to him... and in a physical sense!

"...Hey, it seems like we have no reason to fight to the end?" Gin was very depressed.

He knew that Angostura had been dissatisfied with him from the beginning, but he really didn't know why...

Unconsciously, Gin has returned to the identity of 'Blade', and there have been some obvious changes in his temperament, such as... not so cold anymore.

"Haha." Angostura raised his gun expressionlessly, "Don't you think so?"

"nonsense."

Gin rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought of something. He looked at Angostura with a strange look in his eyes, "Wait, you're not doing this because of Ambu?"

Angostura's face was grim for a moment, and just as he pulled the trigger, he noticed Gin's strange look and immediately got angry: "Fuck! What's that look?"

Gin: "..." There's something fishy! A strange thought flashed through his mind, and Gin's mouth twitched, "Stella, I tell you... As long as you surrender, Anbu will be fine."

"boom--!"

The bullet flew past Gin's hair.

Of course it wasn't Angostra who missed the target, but Gin who dodged it.

The former's eyes seemed to be saying: I would never trust you.

Gin shrugged, "I'm serious, if you don't believe me... I can break your legs and call Anbu over to let him carry you back."

He was responded with two bursts of bullets.

Looking at the murderous aura that had become reality in front of him, Gin fell silent.

Do I really have to break my leg?

But Angostra's fighting ability is not bad, and the Qi plug-in is not effective. If he fights the opponent with pure strength, he may only have the advantage in physical strength... But the thought of fighting a protracted war makes him tired, and Gin is not happy about it.

"...Why don't you give him a call?" Gin tried to persuade Angostura to surrender before he could get angry. "It's up to you whether he answers or not."

Angostura, who was about to charge, stopped.

Gin was also stunned for a moment.

Then he slapped his forehead, took out his mobile phone and called Anderburg - he sensed Jing's breath, which meant that the person must be fine.

Because there is no smell of blood on Jing.

After dialing the number, he threw the phone to Angostura and began to persuade her, "You should be able to see that the organization has completely become a tool to serve the boss personally. Staying here will not benefit you or me."

"Tsk! Stop saying these hypocritical words. Do you dare to say that you have been planning the betrayal recently?"

"When did I betray? Everything I did was for the future of the organization." Gin said compassionately, falling in front of Angostra's gun.

The opponent did not let down his guard, but at this distance, Gin was sure that he could dodge and catch it.

The phone he tossed to Angostra was on speakerphone.

The latter's own walkie-talkie had long disappeared after being hit by button bombs many times. When he received the call, he was still suspicious whether Gin had planted a bomb on the phone. However, seeing that Gin actually came down from the wall and was not far from him, he thought about it and decided not to stick the phone to the wall.

As the two looked at each other, a call came through on the phone:
"Gin?" Anderburg's voice was full of doubt.

Angostura heard his teammates' voices, carefully distinguished them, and his expression became slightly less fierce, "Amb, where are you?"

The person on the other end of the line probably didn't expect Angostra's voice to come from Gin's phone. He paused for several seconds and said, "In the target building just now."

"…Huh? Wait, why are you there?"

"Oh, I surrender. Black Star brought me here."

"..."

Angostura's expression suddenly became constipated - damn, he was having a great time fighting with Gin here... Bah! Is it so difficult to separate them, and his teammate turned around and gave up?
What about revolutionary friendship?
Is it polite?
Is it reasonable?
He didn't know where to start complaining.

At this moment, the coldness coming from behind made Angostura turn his head expressionlessly.

Jing put on the mask again and looked at him calmly, playing with a few silver needles in his hand, and the sickle on his waist flashed coldly, as if it would cut his neck in the next moment...

The three of them fell silent.

Silence is one more prisoner tonight.

Angostura: Two against one, have some shame! If he can't win, why would he surrender?

Things are changing so fast...

But to Angostura's surprise, Gin and Jing did not do anything else, nor did they make any special requests. They didn't even say what they were supposed to do. They just asked him to report to the unscrupulous boss that "mission accomplished".

Jing, on the other hand, remained silent throughout the entire process and kept a low profile, with an emotion called "unhappiness" emanating from his entire body.

In the end, it was Gin who calmed her down:

"There's no need to put on a sour face. It's just that there's no fight to be had...Okay, okay, okay, I'll go back and fight you till you're satisfied, right?"

"can."

After Gin agreed with a bitter face, Jing's aura suddenly turned from gloomy to bright.

The little friend is good at everything and always likes to fight with him... and every time Gin wins by a narrow margin, but Jing still enjoys it.

Think about the last time they fought was last time...

"... Damn, do you two want to have a fight first?" After Angostura finished his report on the phone, he noticed that the two men were looking at each other affectionately and releasing murderous intent, so he maliciously provoked them.

The result was that I was almost nailed into a sieve by the mirror's silver needles...

Gin looked at his current teammates and Angostura, who was his teammate just an hour ago, whistled, put away his knife, and helped the other party put all the knives into his own pocket. He said calmly: "You guys continue, I'm leaving first."

Jing turned around: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Shouldn't I take care of the mess in the city?" Gin rolled his eyes and waved his hand, "See you at Lie's villa tomorrow at noon. Finish your work early and go to bed early."

If you are not active in sleeping, there is something wrong with your brain.

Well, I must have stayed up too many nights before and my brain got damaged...

"Hey! Wait!" Angostura suddenly called him. He had no awareness of being a prisoner at all. He looked at Gin with a scrutinizing look, "Did you do that with Chablis on purpose?"

Gin paused, "Oh, that... that was an accident."

Angostura bared his teeth: "I don't trust you! ... WOC! What are you doing? I've already surrendered! Try to stab me again!?"

Jing raised his eyebrows and attacked even more fiercely.

I have never seen such an outrageous request.

However, something even more rude was yet to come - after Angostra saw Gin leaving, he immediately had the intention of turning against him and took out a hidden poisoned throwing knife to rebel against him.

then.

He was acupunctured.

With silver needles all over his body, he looked like a human model for acupuncture, except that he was wearing clothes...

Angostura: "..."

I don't understand why he can't move with these needles inserted into his body?

And I felt like I couldn't breathe.

He stared at the person in front of him, thinking about how to escape from the clutches of the devil, when Jing suddenly came forward and stuck the entire mask on Angostura's face, speaking in a low, hoarse voice full of malice:

"You owe me a house."

"......?" Angostura was stunned for a moment, then his face was grim, but he spoke incoherently, "Your house, wasn't it you who blew it up?"

If you want to rob, just say so, bastard! !

(End of this chapter)