MTL - Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover-Chapter 10 The difference between a model worker and a semi-model worker

A black Porsche is parked by the stairs of a low-rise apartment, vodka is in the driver's seat, and he is waiting for the gin to come downstairs.

Since it was past 2:00 a.m. in the morning, the gin and vodka did not return to his residence after delivering the gin to Angstra.

Vodka didn't wait too long, he watched Gin walk down the stairs, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat: "Brother, are you going to the institute today?"

"No. Shirley isn't here. She's with Miyano Akemi and Angstra." Gin said, "Go to Toriyacho."

Vodka knew that Shirley, who was under his eldest brother's care, had to meet with her sister every once in a while, and he drove him there several times. As for Angstra, it would be more normal if Shirley didn't go back to Japan. Friends are weird.

These two minor members studied in the same school before, and they are only one year apart in age. Compared with other members, they have more common language. In addition, Belmod and Gin, the guardian members of the two sides, often meet each other, and they communicate better. too much.

Gin opened the memo on the phone and looked at the still full schedule today.

The first thing he had to do was to tell Angstra what the person who went to pick him up looked like, which was very important. Angstra is sometimes face-blind, especially for the ugly, as if there are thicker filters in his eyes to avoid imprinting the other's face into his own brain.

At present, there are two available low-level personnel in Rice Flower Town, one is Toru Amuro, who has golden hair and black skin. Although he looks handsome, Gin looks at the blond hair, and instantly thinks of a French undercover who is completely cool... Angust Most of the time, Ra is very calm and reliable, but occasionally there is a willful and cruel side that will take out his anger. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he chose another black-haired Midorikawa Shin.

He dug out the other party's photos from the encrypted album of [non-waste (to be further verified)], which was not troublesome at all, there were only a dozen photos in it, which could be seen at a glance. He posted the photo in the mail and sent it to Angstra.

After talking to Angstra about picking up the person, Gin started to call the other party.

"it's me."

Gin didn't give out his code name. He felt that his voice and number were directly recognizable by all the members of the organization—whether they had a code name or the bottom.

The opposite side was not quiet. The guitar and bass were mixed with drumming. He remembered that Midorikawa Shin was the bassist of a certain bar resident band. He didn't repeat what he said just now, but just waited quietly for a few seconds. After a footstep and a door closing, the environment on the opposite side completely quieted down.

"Gin?" The man opposite said, "Is there any new mission?"

"At eight o'clock in the evening, pick up someone from the safe house over at Rice Flower Town."

"Who to pick up?" The opposite side paused, "In order to avoid mistakes, can you tell me the details of that person's appearance?"

"It's not necessary. It's fine if he knows you." Gin hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Vodka drove the Porsche across the central bridge of Cuphu. He felt a little hungry and said to the gin next to him, "Brother, should we go to the nearby convenience store to buy something to eat first?"

Just as Jin Jiu was about to nod his head, he received another email on his phone.

[The plan of the Mud Miserable Club has changed, and the trading time has been changed to 4 pm. —Curacao]

"..." Gin stared at the screen, vodka was as quiet as a quail.

Before going to Paris, Rum was looking for trouble with the Muddy Club in China. He sent his confidant, Curacao, to infiltrate the underworld organization. Due to the short time, she could not directly enter the middle and high level, and could only listen to some information on the periphery. Angstra came at the right time, and he could disguise Curacao and make her look like one of the cadres.

[Understood, I will let Angstra go over in the afternoon to make things easier for you. —Gin]

After Gin got in touch with Curacao, he used a special app to erase the emails.

Now he has to send emails and call again to tell the two people he contacted ten minutes ago that the pick-up time has changed... It would be better if the mail from Curacao came earlier, so that he would not have to repeat the work.

Jinjiu was expressionless, he looked out the window, Porsche had opened a convenience store, and a student happily nibbling on buns just walked out the door.

"…"

...Forget it, the task is still important, if you don't eat for the time being, you won't die from starvation.

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Jing Baiye really lifted the ashes of others.

During his stay in Paris, one of the most extreme and meaningless things he did was to climb up the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower with his bare hands from the outside, and stood on it to raise Panno's ashes - grab a handful from the box and sprinkle it. The kind of Yang to the outside.

At that time, he was standing in the mess of his villa, trying to pick out the part that belonged to Panno, while calling Rum to tell him about it, frantically calculating how much money this farce cost him, The more you count, the more angry you are.

He declined the organization to clean up the aftermath for him, cleaned up all traces of his own in the villa, and then ran to the only crematorium in Paris alone. UU www.uukanshu.com cremated the human body parts left by the other party, and collected them after burning them. In an urn, the color was specially selected dark green, which the French did not like.

Jing Baiye's dislike of traitors and undercover agents is actually far less than that of BOSS, Rum or Gin. Even in his opinion, those undercover agents from intelligence agencies are elites, and only those who are capable will be sent to undercover agents. Yes, in every aspect, it is much stronger than the **** at the bottom of the organization, and its efficiency is much higher.

If it wasn't for them always thinking about causing incalculable property damage to him, he really wouldn't mind working with them as colleagues.

When he mentioned the ashes, he thought of his poor house, and when he thought of the poor house, he thought of his loss at that time... Jing Baiye's always calm face instantly became a little murderous, and then he saw his feet The stalker rolled his eyes and fainted.

"..." This is too dishy.

Jing Baiye was a little speechless. He grabbed the other person's collar with one hand, dragged it to the innermost compartment, and threw it on the toilet. He followed in and locked the door at the same time.

Just when he wanted to search for the other party's phone, the phone he put in his coat pocket vibrated.

[The plan has changed, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon you are going to disguise Curaçao. where are you now? —Gin]

"…"

Jing Baiye thought of the table of dishes in the restaurant, was silent for a moment, did not reply to the other party, and directly locked the screen of his phone and put it back in his pocket.

It is impossible to delay eating. Even if a knife is put on his neck, he will not let go. If this matter is really urgent, Jin Jiu will call, but now he is just sending an email, enough to see that the problem is not big, and it is not too late to reply after eating.