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

The practice of being a core member in a bar is equivalent to an identity card, and the waiter at the bar will judge whether he is a member of the organization based on this... But tonight is a special case.

After the good wine was served, the bartender continued to stand between the two tables-he didn't know how many drinks he would have to mix tonight.

There was silence in the bar.

Just when the hour hand was about to reach 10, the bar door was suddenly pushed open roughly, and a rough and sharp male voice sounded loudly:

"Hey! A glass of Grappa!"

The bartender who was about to go up to greet him was stunned by the loud voice, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Ah, okay..."

This roar is estimated to be [-] decibels...

And the gentle female voice that followed was very refreshing: "Claret, thank you."

"Okay, please wait a moment, both of you." The bartender responded respectfully and returned to the bartending table again.

Gin looked towards the door, ignored the strong man in front of him staring at him unkindly, and nodded to the brunette woman behind him.

Clarett, Grappa, the two subordinates of Pisc...

He directed the former for a period of time, and also helped to find an undercover agent. Later, after Pisk was shot by him, Claret also had a phone call with Gin, so Gin was very impressed.

The latter... If Gin didn't mix up the member information, Grappa should be a sniper, just like Cohen and Chianti.

Just looking at the other person's eyes, it is estimated that they were originally Pisk's confidantes, and they must be worried about the fact that he killed Pisk.

Gin took a sip of tea calmly, and silently labeled Grappa as 'unusable'.

Showing love and hate so clearly in the organization, I don't know how to survive until now.

"Master Gin, long time no see." Claret walked up and greeted Gin under Grappa's very dissatisfied eyes, with a faint smile on his face.

"It's just over a month, Claret... Where are the people from Chablis?"

Qin Jiu continued to drink his own tea, and asked casually, without putting on airs or air-conditioning.

Generally, when there is no task, he is relatively kind in front of his own people, especially his subordinates.

"Well... we don't know where Lord Chablis is." Claret smiled wryly, "He just told us to gather here at ten o'clock in the evening, and didn't say what to do..."

Since Chablis took over, she, Grappa and other people who originally belonged to Pisque's faction seem to have been forgotten, and even Chablis has never seen him.

Today is the first time they have received instructions from their new boss.

"...Tsk, that guy."

Qin Jiu narrowed his eyes and raised his chin, "Sit down, don't stand still."

"Yes."

Claret nodded, dragged the reluctant Grappa to sit next to Kiel and the others, greeted them, and looked at Kiel with a slightly wary expression.

After the wine she ordered was served, she picked herself up and looked at the untouched wine glasses of the three people next to her, with some doubts in her eyes:

"Why don't you drink?"

"Come here by car."

Keir, Cohen and Chianti answered very briefly and neatly.

Clarett: "?"

She silently looked at her glass.

She also came here by car... But does it have anything to do with not drinking?Could it be that these people are all in one cup?

Keir looked at Clarett who was staring at them suspiciously, then at Gin's back, and whispered:

"Master Gin said, you can't drink while driving, and you can't drive while drinking, otherwise you will easily increase the risk of traffic accidents..."

Although she was full of resentment towards the organization and Gin, it had to be said that Gin was really good at risk control.

Claret looked stunned, "It's like this..."

Since it's Master Gin's education...why doesn't she stop drinking it?

Only Grappa snorted disdainfully after hearing Kiel's words, looked at Gin with disgust in his eyes, and continued to muffle himself.

And their words could not escape Gin's ears at all.

His eyelids twitched.

Very good, it seems that his group rules can be fully carried forward today.

Chapter 270 Black Party - Waiting

"Is there any purpose for gathering here this time? I didn't expect you to be here too..."

"Don't you know? The notification we received was that this gathering was initiated by Chablis."

"...Didn't Lord Chablis say what it's for?"

"who knows……"

After Clarett raised the topic, the silence in the bar finally became less.

But she and Keir were the only ones talking.

Cohen and Chianti lay on the table like two salted fish, staring at their wine in a daze.

Listening to the two of them arguing about each other, Gin finished another cup of tea, and the bartender continued to help him fill it up.

He has been here for half an hour, and he has already drank five large cups of tea.

It's past ten o'clock now... the people of Chablis!

Gin's heart was full of dissatisfaction with Chablis. He opened a pair of dead fish eyes and took out a bag of red bean cakes from his pocket. He asked the bartender to bring a few small plates. He took three pieces for himself and gave three pieces to the vodka. Let the bartender share the rest with others.

This sudden meeting was initiated by Chablis, and Gin didn't know what the other party wanted to do—but he guessed that the other party might have found out about the FBI and wanted to share information.

——By the way, I took the opportunity to fish.

Otherwise, Gin felt that it was unnecessary for Chablis to call all the core members in Tokyo.

He raised his watch and glanced at it, pouted:

"too slow."

It was five past ten, and Chablis hadn't even seen a shadow.

It can't be a real pigeon, right?

'jingle~'

The outer door was pushed open again.

Gin thought it was Chablis coming, and when he was about to say 'you're late', he looked back.

"...Bermod?" His expression paused, "Did that guy call you?"

"Ah, there are so many of you." Belmode probably didn't expect there to be other people besides gin and vodka. "I thought it was just three...four of us just like last time."

Vodka: "..."

Miss Belmode missed him, right?Absolutely?

This time there is no need for Belmode to order himself. After the bartender heard the sound of the gin, he immediately consciously mixed a glass of Belmode, and even considered whether to mix a martini...

"Who knows what Chablis is up to."

Gin snorted, and watched silently as Belmode sat beside him—the same position as last time.

"We're making such a big move, those little fishes probably won't be able to hold back." Belmode said 'thank you' to the attendant who brought her the wine, and then sighed lightly, "But it seems that I'm still early. The Lord has not arrived..."

"The appointed time is ten o'clock, and you are already late." Qin Jiu's eyes were cold.

These people have no concept of time.

Belmode didn't care, "Well~ I originally wanted to be the finale...I'm a bit unfamiliar with these two."

She turned her head to look at Claret and Grappa next to her.

Gin explained casually: "The female is Claret, the male is Grappa, Pisc's subordinates."

"Pisque's?"

Belmode blinked, looked at Clarett who was nodding to her, and blew a kiss.

Gin rolled his eyes, ignoring Belmode's behavior that made him feel a little chilly, and picked up a red bean cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

However, his dim sum was being watched:

Belmode glanced around and found that everyone had a plate of red bean cakes in front of them, but she didn't, and felt unbalanced.

Without even thinking about it, she knew who brought out these snacks, so she stared at Gin with tears in her eyes, and put her hands on the edge of the table, like an abandoned cat, looking very pitiful:

"Gin wine~ share with me?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she aimed at the two red bean cakes on the gin plate.

Vodka, who was drinking tea, saw Belmode's gesture, and choked a sip of water into his trachea without knowing it...

Claret and Keil almost closed their mouths with red bean pancakes in their mouths, their shocked eyes flicked back and forth between Belmode and Gin.

Gin was silent for a while.

Immediately, he pinched two pieces of red bean cake with his non-gloved hand, and then.

Quickly threw it into his mouth.

"No more." With two pieces of cake stuffed in Gin's mouth, his voice was not very clear, but his eyes were full of contempt when he looked at Belmode.

Heh, want to grab food from his mouth?

There are no doors.

Clarett: "..."

It seems that Lord Gin and Lord Belmode should have nothing to do with each other, so she can rest assured...

Kiel: "..."

She didn't understand this operation, but she was greatly shocked.

Belmod: "..."