Conan: I'm Really Not a Model Worker at a Winery

Conan's I'm Really Not a Winery Model Worker Author: Scribbled Grass

Introduction:

He, Gin, the traverser, the confidant of the organization boss, inspired to destroy the organization.

... But due to various reasons, the collapse is not completely collapsed.

... In the end, he somehow, but clearly, became the organization—'the one'.

(Gin: I really just want the five-star group to dominate Japan...)

The ps1 book started five years before the first year of Conan, and the hundred chapters entered the first year;

ps2 Gin has its own power, name: Five Star Group, which belongs to a criminal organization in Japan;

PS3 winery data is out of sync with the original,

Contents of this book: "About the fact that Gin wants the red and black to fight" "The main line does not take Conan to play"

Chapter 1 Is today's gin corrupted?

The January nights are dark and cold.

On the roof of an abandoned building,

A certain man with long silver hair draped over a black windbreaker was smoking a cigarette and observing with a small telescope in his hand.

half an hour.

He put down the binoculars, let out an unintelligible "beep", and pushed down the black top hat on his head.

"It's almost time..."

The dark green eyes revealed an emotion called "discomfort". He casually flicked the cigarette butt on the snow, and took out a pocket watch from the pocket on the side of the windbreaker.

It looks like this watch is quite old.

...More importantly, the silver-haired man muttered in Japanese.

After staring at the pocket watch for three seconds, the silver-haired man curled his lips, and took out a large black brick from his pocket—a mobile phone.

Drip-drip~

The speed at which he dials is so proficient that it makes people feel distressed...

The number will get through quickly:

"Hey, Gin, I'm here, I'm watching on the 11th, don't worry, it's okay."

A lazy male voice came from the other end of the phone.

The silver-haired man scoffed, not believing the other party's nonsense at all, and asked back:

"You're here? Then tell me about the position of No. 11?"

"...Eh, no, I said I'm here and you still—"

"Don't talk nonsense to me Calvados, I'm watching the 11th, tell me where are you?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, I'm actually stuck in a traffic jam..."

"...Get out."

--beep!

Gin hung up the phone with a gloomy face.

It's almost twelve o'clock in the morning and tell him there's a traffic jam, how can he be mentally retarded?

……

Yes, the silver-haired man is called Gin - just a code name, of course.

It is written as "GIN" in English and pronounced "gin" in Japanese. It is a kind of wine. Coincidentally, there is a word in his own real name that pronounces this sound.

As a high-level labor force of a criminal organization, Gin is now doing two small tasks that are trivial to him-blackmail.

And examine the action of a new member.

Originally, there was another colleague of his in this operation, that is, the man he called Calvados on the phone, and the transliteration is Calvados... But it was too unreliable, so I gave it to him directly.

Thinking of this, Qin Baijun's face darkened more than once.

"This pigeon is probably about to mature."

He's so agile and of course... I hope this b will be killed by Belmode sooner or later!

Qin Jiu thought maliciously.

Belmode, like Calvados, is also one of Gin's colleagues, but he has not been in Japan for many years.

At this time, Gin had already arrived downstairs, with his hands in his pockets, not loving anyone, and took the step of disapproval.Now less than 0 minutes before 5 o'clock, his blackmail target has also arrived.

—a bald civil servant.

The first thing Gin saw was not his shiny bald head, but the huge handbag in this man's hand...

This is his goal.

"It's on time."

Gin snorted, walked out from the shadow of the building, and put his left hand in the windbreaker pocket.

The bald man was looking around anxiously, but he was startled when he saw a figure walking out of the darkness, "Who?!"

Gin didn't answer this idiotic question, "Bring something, bring it."

"...You, you belong to that organization!"

The bald man swallowed, as if thinking of something bad, he handed over the handbag tremblingly.

"Open."

Gin didn't take it, and opened his mouth coldly.

The bald man tremblingly opened the box again...

"There are two hundred million in it?" Qin Jiu narrowed his eyes, showing a little murderous intent in his eyes.

"No... yes, it's a hundred million..."

The bald man's appearance became more and more frightened, but he still bite the bullet, "There is one hundred million left, yes, I have to promise me something before I—"

click!

"I said, don't play tricks with us."

The cold muzzle of the gun was on the bald man's chin, Gin Jiu stared at him with ruthless eyes, and his smile was cold and frightening.

The other party's eyes were extremely frightened:

"...No! You can't do this to me! You guys clearly..."

"call out--"

The sound stopped abruptly...

The suppressor muffled the loud noise of the pistol, and the high-pitched gunfire echoed through the empty building without attracting anyone's attention.

Gin Jiu glanced at the corpse on the ground, and silently gestured in a certain direction. After seeing a red light flashing there, he was relieved, picked up the handbag containing [-] million yen and walked away.

Not long after he left.

A black figure sprang out from the nearby building and took away the corpse on the ground.

……

at the intersection.

A pitch-black Porsche waits here quietly.

—Porsche 356A.

Gin Jiu hummed a little song that hadn't appeared in this world, and sat on the right seat of the car with the leather bag containing [-] million yen.

In Japan, most cars use the right side as the driver's seat.

This is also the reason why Gin chose the distinctive Porsche among a bunch of classic cars at that time...

Back then, when he took the driver's license test, he only drove left-hand drive...

"... 500 million yen, if you convert it, that's more than [-] million Mao Zedong."

Gin is quite satisfied with this task.

——Forgot to mention that gin is not an original product in this world.

To be precise, he has traveled through time—from a Chinese office worker in his 21s in the 30st century to an abandoned baby in Japan in the 50s.

Of course, because "Gin" is a code name, he also has a normal name: Kurosawa Jin (黑泽霞).

Gin was found on the waste newspaper that wrapped him, and there are only a few Chinese he can recognize, and it’s over if you read it together~

And why is he happy...

It was he who embezzled [-] million from his own organization.

The [-] million that the blackmailer hid, in fact, Qin Jiu already knew where it was. This was also agreed with the blackmailer, and the [-] million he got was the part that was to be handed over...

But even though I agreed, it was impossible to really keep it, so I had to 'kill' it.

"Brother, do you seem to be in a good mood?"

The person in the driver's seat spoke up.

He was a burly man in a short black suit, top hat and sunglasses.

"Is there any good Vodka?" Gin snorted, "Today's work is not over yet...go to Qinggang Pharmaceutical Company."

Vodka - vodka, a strong alcohol produced in Russia.

They all take the name of the wine and the contemporary number, and it seems that they are comrades of the same organization.