"He cooks delicious food." Tetsu Kamiya said confidently, "Unless I find another chef who has a New Oriental diploma, a Michelin-level chef, and understands my taste, Scotland will not die."
Gin almost grabbed the stun baton again. No matter how calm he was usually, he really wanted to shoot Liqueur when he saw his careless look.
Although he knew that he couldn't hit it.
"As for Bo, do you think there is another capable intelligence team member?" Kamiya Tetsu asked soulfully, "Or do you think those guys in Chianti are reliable?"
Gin "..."
Although he had been angry once, his blood pressure was now at full capacity as he watched the strength of the undercover agents in the organization increase.
Why are all the powerful ones undercover!
Kamiya Tetsu continued, "Let's just leave him here for now... He shouldn't starve to death if he gets some nutrient solution. Let someone change his clothes and give him a bath, otherwise he'll start to smell bad."
"Do you really want to do what you said last night?" Gin said, "If that's all, it's very risky."
Kamiya Tetsu said, "Gecko cut off the tail, the police and the FBI have already joined forces, and a large number of undercover agents in the organization have not been cleared out. Don't you want to catch rats for the rest of your life?"
When Gin heard the word "undercover", his face instantly darkened.
He took a deep breath and said, "One week, at least one week."
Kamiya Tetsuji made an "OK" gesture, with a meaningful look in his eyes, "Leave the rest to me."
Time goes back to last night.
Gin, who had just destroyed the evidence, leaned against the car and smoked. Vodka was sent out by him to buy a sandwich. The two of them went to handle the task on the way back from the boat, establishing their image as a model worker who works all year round.
Of course, this is just Gin's approach. Vodka is only thinking about when he can go back and vote for Okino Yoko.
녊When Gin was about to finish his cigarette, a strange ringtone came from his cell phone - that gentleman.
That gentleman had never contacted the staff directly by phone, usually by text message or email. Gin felt that something was wrong when he suddenly received the call this time.
Gin frowned slightly, crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, and picked up the phone. "Man."
"That's a nice name." The hoarse voice of Karasuma Renyesa sounded, and soon changed to a slightly clear and calm voice, "But it already belongs to me."
The wrinkles on Gin's forehead deepened. "Liqueur, what are you doing?"
"As you heard." Kamiya Tetsu's voice was rarely smiling, "I'm the one who got the raise this time."
"Bang——" Vodka just opened the door at this time. Before he could say anything, he saw a bullet grazing his head and passing by. He was immediately stuck in the ground. "Gee, Gee!"
Gin said coldly, "Get out and close the door!"
Vodka held the sandwich and closed the door with a cold sweat on his face.
After doing all this, Gin picked up the phone again and said, "I'm not in the mood to joke with you."
Kamiya Tetsu's voice rose slightly. "I'm serious."
Gin didn't say anything. His dark green eyes were deep as he switched to the homepage again and looked at the number.
It is indeed that gentleman's number.
The cautious killer said, "Don't mess with me with this kind of thing, Liqueur. I won't show mercy the next time I see you."
Kamiya Tetsu: "Whatever you think... I'll tell you straight away - let's make trouble!"
"The first step of the game is to get rid of the undercover agents and the scoundrels in the organization." He said, "It's time to unload some cargo from this rusty ship of the organization."
Gin was silent for a while and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Kamiya Tetsu said, "Go to room x of xxx luxury apartment. The key is in the old room. It contains all the answers you want to know."
Vodka stood at the door of the car for a while holding the sandwich, thinking about how he had upset Gin. Soon, the window shook and the voice of his beloved brother floated out from inside, "Don't do this mission anymore, go to this address."
Vodka hurriedly stepped into the car, feeling that tomorrow's sun would probably rise from the west.
Gin-kun doesn't do the mission anymore!
Oh my god, is he dreaming?!
Gin felt like he was dreaming.
He got out of the car, followed the information of the liqueur, took out the key from the flowerpot by the window, and went directly into the room by bypassing the fingerprint lock.
The moment he entered the room, he knew what the answer was.
There were countless decorations with crow icons on them in the room, the boss's usual cloak and mask were placed aside, and a gold-rimmed cane was gesturing at him. The counter against the wall was filled with the mature drugs developed by the organization, sorted in order by number, and one wall was covered with photos of the organization's members, even Gin himself.
Every detail of the apartment reveals the owner's identity.
The name that person usually said rolled on the tip of his tongue, and Gin's dark green eyes watched all this indifferently.
But soon, he found something wrong in the room.
There were wigs and glasses next to the table with the cape and mask; a bottle of fat otaku happy water appeared from nowhere among the medicines on the counter; there was a note next to the photo marked "organizer".
Gin's perfect vision at a glance -
Rye whiskey (with a cross on the face) fbi, a model worker with no vision, grudge list 1, not cheated yet, may have a chance in the future
Scotch Whisky Day 녤 Police, cooking is delicious, want to kidnap
Whiskey (with a crow on his forehead) Japanese police, a model worker with good eyesight but not good at it, how many times should I cheat
Gin: “……???”
Is that guy Bo an undercover agent?
He took a closer look and found that some of the organization members had arbitrarily marked a question mark, which meant that they had not been identified yet, but among the code-named members he was familiar with in the Japanese area, there were a lot of undercover agents.
Even Kiel, a rare and reliable female member of the intelligence team, is an undercover agent of the CIA.
Gin couldn't help but take a deep breath. He touched the cigarette in his pocket and lit another one.
The smoke rose up, blurring the photos on the wall and barely calming Gin's murderous urge.
He didn't think Liqueur was playing a trick on him now, because it really didn't make any sense. The phone number was indeed that gentleman's, and the voice changer used in the front was indeed that gentleman's.
But all this is too outrageous. He always thought that Liqueur, who was captured by the boss, had replaced him unknowingly and took over the position directly without anyone in the organization noticing.
Even Gad, who claimed to be Liqueur's most trusted junior, had a fierce look on his face and made crazy moves these days, wishing he could just pull the boss over.
What's even more outrageous is that after becoming the boss, Liqueur actually went to contact the police in person and even made some police friends. He followed the police around for food and drinks all day long, and the latter not only didn't notice anything, but even seemed to have regarded him as a companion.
Gin thinks that if it were him, there would be countless opportunities to cut off all the core forces of the police, thus reducing the strength of the police.
Furthermore, even though the identities of so many undercover agents have been revealed, he still keeps them in the organization and has no intention of taking any action. Is he raising a pig?
After working so hard to gather information to catch the undercover silver-haired killer, I suddenly had the urge to punch Liqueur in the face.
Even though he is the boss now!
Gin, who was only loyal to the organization and wanted to make it stronger, but had no loyalty to the boss, stared at the wall indifferently for a long time, and finally pressed the hot cigarette on the face of the blond and dark-skinned undercover.
Gin walked to the desk and found a piece of information on it.
It might not be very accurate to say "information". It should be a plan, with only the beginning and the end written. The blank space in the middle seems to be left for him to fill in.
[Cut off the unnecessary rotten flesh, sharpen the already rusted claws, drive away all the termites, and reverse the vortex of time to send the ship to the destination it must reach.]
"Interesting..." Gin said softly, "But it's not enough."
He picked up the paper and found another one on the other side, but it only had one sentence written on it. He picked it up again and found another sentence that was not quite right. It was not until he had turned over all the papers that Gin finally struggled through the various codes and decryption methods and uncovered the contents that had been left behind.
Gin "..."
Obviously, he already had an idea, but he was still wasting his time in this specious way. I think there must be something wrong with Liqueur.
The above content is actually very simple. Excluding the confusing words, it is arranged according to the code words that the two of them have used before. The ultimate meaning is to let Gin transfer the organization's industrial chain to foreign countries as soon as possible. He has already prepared a place for reception in Germany.
As for other plans, Liqueur has his own ideas.
After packing up the documents, Gin lit his lighter and threw them into the trash can, then walked out of the apartment with his long legs.
Before leaving, he took one last look around the room. He heard a rustling sound and a crow flew out from nowhere and crashed directly into the table full of mission reports. All of a sudden, papers flew everywhere and the room was in chaos.
Gin looked at the unusually fat crow sliding into the trash can along with the paper, and his expression twisted for a moment.
“Gah!”
Staring at a black and gray paper ash rushing out, the black crow called out to Gin, seeming a little embarrassed and angry.
Gin closed the door directly, and completely believed that the absurd thing that liqueur became the boss happened in reality.
It's nothing, the pet raised by this unreliable guy has the same personality as him.
But this level of disguise...
The silver-haired young man, who had been a killer in the action team for many years but had never performed a stealth or disguise mission, snorted coldly.
Vodka was still waiting at the door. When he saw him come out, he rubbed his hands and smiled honestly, "Brother, what are we going to do next?"
Gin looked at him steadily and said, "Drive to the first training ground."
"Put those mice in the cage first, and then wait for other mice to take the bait."
This was the first time Vodka heard this and he was a little confused. After all, in his eyes, the rats mentioned by Gin were traitors and had no chance of survival. "Killed" was an understatement.
How could it be put into the cage as bait?
He asked tentatively, "Brother, is this the training ground we often go to?"
"That rat-catching company seems to be just a shell..."
"Vodka." Gin gave him a sly smile, "If you don't drive now, you'll never drive again in your life."
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