Zhongyuan extra, black

"Is he your illegitimate child?"

Grappa's question still sounded ridiculous, but Amuro Toru couldn't laugh at all. He looked into the other person's eyes, the gray-green eyes were locking on him like a beast, and it was obvious that he had already determined something.

"Bang--"

Without any expectation, Grappa fired the gun, and even though Toru Amuro's reaction was quick enough, his right arm was still injured.

"Amuro is an undercover agent, right?"

Grappa's voice came from beside his ear, followed by another gunshot, without any warning or hesitation, obviously having identified Toru Amuro as an undercover agent.

"Bang--"

There is absolutely no room for resistance...

Toru Amuro felt a pain in his left leg and half-knelt on the ground in an instant. Blood slowly seeped out, staining the clean floor bright red.

"This is just your personal judgment..." Amuro Toru gasped violently, but there was no way he could take out the pistol at his waist. He was sure that as long as he moved, the opponent would mercilessly shoot through his other hand. Although he was very unwilling, he was no match for Grappa in a duel.

"Yes, it was my own judgment." The man nodded, pointing his gun at the other party with an indifferent expression, "But it turns out that Brother Zhen can make mistakes too. Didn't you notice it?"

"He hates rats."

"You are the only one who did not inform the organization, or you said...the organization does not believe, does not believe your judgment..."

"Bang--"

Another bullet hit his left shoulder. Amuro Toru groaned in pain and was unable to speak.

"Now it's an interrogation. I ask questions and you answer." Grappa took a few steps forward, then reached out and grabbed the other person's left arm, dragging him to the sofa. After letting go, Amuro Toru leaned against the bottom edge of the sofa due to gravity. His golden hair covered his eyes, so he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly.

There was a sudden stinging pain in his head, and his purple-gray eyes collided with the gray-green. Grappa grabbed Amuro Toru's hair and forced him to raise his head and look at him, then asked:

"You are from the Public Security Bureau, right?"

"Ahem...what happened to Conan?" Toru Amuro saw the unconscious boy on the sofa opposite him, coughed twice and asked.

"Do you still have time to care about this kid now? Are you out of your mind?" Grappa looked at the blond man expressionlessly, feeling that the other's train of thought was a little strange.

"After all, no matter how you interrogate me, the organization doesn't seem to believe you. Is it useful?" Amuro Toru endured the pain and felt a little funny when looking at the man in front of him. Grapa was a senior executive of the organization, but he was not trusted by the senior executives of the organization. It was really like a joke.

Grappa let go of the hair in his hands, allowing the other person to drop her head. He stood up and sat on the sofa opposite him, where Conan was sleeping on one side.

"I actually suspected it before, but your skin and hair color made me ignore the public security department."

Toru Amuro has light blond hair and dark skin that looks quite exotic. Even if he has doubts, he will first investigate the FBI or others, which makes Grappa take many detours.

"The police officer I killed before, was he your colleague? The one with codename Scotland, I forgot his name."

"Bang--"

Another shot came without hesitation, followed by Grappa's words.

"Don't move. Don't worry. I will avoid fatal spots and places that will cause heavy bleeding. This will allow you to live a little longer."

"Is...is it of any use? In the organization...you just...just killed another code member." Toru Amuro's intermittent words were undoubtedly intended to irritate Grappa, which made Grappa even more confused. He couldn't figure out whether this was because of Bourbon's bad-mouthed personality or the other party's true character. Did he want to die so much, just like Scotland back then.

But as he said, interrogation is meaningless. Such an undercover who has been lurking for many years will only make him more stubborn. Physical torture is basically useless. It is better to kill him directly.

But Grappa didn't want to kill him directly. It felt like a waste to shoot the undercover agent he had been investigating for so long.

"Are you on good terms with Scotland?"

He thought for a moment and asked.

"What? Are you going to torture me for fun the same way you tortured him?" Even though his body was so weak that he could barely stand, Amuro Toru still spoke in such a sarcastic tone. However, this was what Grappa disliked the most.

"In Scotland's case, Brother Zhen was in a hurry and killed him without much interrogation. In your case, I have plenty of time to take my time."

"Also, Scotland is different from you. He has a very quiet personality and good abilities. He is the most useful person among all the people who have served under me."

"It sounds like you still like him? I remember that you were the one who discovered that he was an undercover agent." For some reason, Toru Amuro still had the energy to continue asking, but Grappa didn't mind. It was quite magical to have someone listen to him.

"Because he is a very strange person, but so strange that I have to doubt it. After all, in the organization, no one would ask a code member whether to go to school or not just because he is young. Even if it is a joke, it is too strange."

Perhaps because of the pain, Amuro Toru remained silent and listened quietly to the other party continue to talk:

"So after finding out he was an undercover agent, I felt like I expected it. But you surprised me. You're much more ruthless than him."

"That's really... ironic." Amuro Toru murmured, his last words were so soft that even Grappa's voice couldn't be heard clearly.

"I have a question for you, Grappa." Toru Amuro suddenly asked.

"You ask." Grapas was the interrogator, and she didn't think it was strange to wait for the other party to ask questions.

"Why are you so obedient to the organization?"

Grappa was a little confused by this question and asked back, "Is it strange that I am loyal to the organization?"

Yeah, that's weird.

The organization didn't trust Grappa that much. He joined the organization not very early and had an amazing talent in fighting. If that was all, it would be natural for him to become the ace of the action team. However, he was also proficient in computer technology. If he was a core talent cultivated internally, it would be a good thing, but for Grappa, it was possible that he would leave the organization and go to other forces one day, or be recruited by the public security or FBI. He had no family or even friends, which meant that he had no weaknesses and no handles. Ironically, Grappa had never seen what the BOSS of the organization looked like.

Amuro Toru was silent and didn't say anything. Grappa thought about it carefully and gave a reason:

"Maybe it's because I had my first full meal in the organization."

The organization's most insane and cold-blooded loyalist explained this, with a matter-of-fact look in his grey-green eyes.

Of course it's a given. Are you a dog? Do you recognize your master after a full meal?

When Toru Amuro heard Grappa's answer, he felt a surge of anger in his heart and subconsciously raised his head to look at the other party, but soon this anger subsided and turned into a kind of...pity.

"Why do you have this expression again? It's so weird." Grappa frowned. He saw a familiar emotion in Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes, just like... the expression he had before he died when he killed Scotland.

That expression was not one of fear or relief, but a kind of pity bordering on sadness.

He really couldn't understand the train of thought of these people. The deceased was grieving for the murderer and even felt sympathy for the murderer. These people were crazy.

Could it be because of their age? I was already 16 years old at that time and I had no idea how many people I had chopped down. Could it be that these people were too emotional to sympathize with the criminals?

"Okay, I take it back. You're just like that Scotch. I met him when I was a kid. He was an annoying old man."

When he was still wandering the criminal alleys, he was caught by a sadistic psychopath, but he was rescued by a nosy uncle, but he was never seen again after that.

Grappa has no complaints about his life, he was born in a crime alley and had to steal food from stray animals since he was a child, and was picked up by the organization and fed to his heart's content, as long as he killed people he could eat, he had a brother named Zhen who always beat him up but also taught him killing techniques, the leader of the organization was also very good and he could do whatever he wanted as long as he was obedient, and he could buy a bunch of games to play by himself, although the organization was becoming more and more wary of him now, but it was not a big problem, he had no interest in power.

These are enough for me, and it is not an exaggeration to say that I am lucky.

So, what is going on with this group of people...

"Hey, Grappa, I want to ask you a question before I die." At this time, Toru Amuro was already bleeding all over the floor. If he was left alone like this, he would die from excessive blood loss in less than half an hour. Obviously, he knew it himself.

"What is your name?"

"Grappa."

"I mean a real name, at least so I have someone to curse in hell."

"No, I've used a few names before, but no real name."

"Then you are really pathetic..." Amuro Toru whispered, then suddenly raised his relatively intact left hand and grabbed Grappa. Grappa was caught off guard and was pulled over, then he quickly stabilized his body's center of gravity.

"Bang--"

A gunshot hit Grappa's right shoulder hard, followed by two more gunshots, hitting his abdomen and the base of his left leg.

Obviously, Toru Amuro's action was not to attack Grappa, but to fix it in a designated position, under the sniper's sight.

"Too slow, FBI."

"He's in a position that's basically a blind spot for snipers. If you hadn't pulled him there, there would have been no chance of hitting him."

The small eavesdropping device on Amuro Toru's waist suddenly rang, and a deep voice came from it, followed by:

"Conan, bandage the wound first. There should be a medical kit in his bedroom."

The boy who had just fainted on the sofa quickly got up and rushed to the bedroom. Soon he came to Amuro Toru with a bunch of bandages, tweezers and other tools and started bandaging him skillfully.

Grappa watched all this and suddenly realized that he seemed to have been tricked.