Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

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Jing Baiye's plan to go out with Shirley unfortunately fell through.

——When he and Shirley were about to meet at a coffee shop and gave her the new bag painted by Fusa, a Porsche that they both knew so well suddenly stopped in front of them.

The window next to the driver's seat automatically lowered, revealing Gin's more familiar face. He stared at Jing Baiye silently for a few seconds, and almost at the same time, Jing Baiye felt his phone vibrate.

【boarding. ——Gin]

When Xue Li saw that he took out his mobile phone, she knew that he was leaving. She hugged her bag and said, "What a pity."

Jing Baiye noticed that her tone didn't seem to be the kind of fear she used to face Jinjiu in the past, but more of the helplessness after her plan was disturbed.

"...No way, let's go out to play next time."

It was also a pity for Jing Baiye. He had to leave before the cake he ordered was eaten, but he still hurriedly called the waiter to check out, and by the way, let the other party pack his share.

Gin and the two Porsches are rare classic cars. Parking on the street for too long is easy to attract passers-by. He didn't want to cause him any trouble.

A few minutes later, Jing Baiye picked up the packing box and said goodbye to Shirley, walked towards the Porsche of Gin, opened the system map and glanced at it, and found that the vodka was not there, and another person was sitting in the passenger seat.

The two had just met last night, and because of the drug interrogation issue of his subordinates, there was a little unpleasantness. He did not expect that he would see Gin again so soon.

Jing Baiye walked to the side of the car, and the man in the passenger seat, Manhattan, greeted him through the car window.

Jing Baiye opened the car door and got in the car, carefully holding the packing box in his arms: "Where's vodka?"

He hadn't seen vodka yesterday.

"Going to America." Gin saw him coming up, and started the car to leave. "There is something over there that needs his assistance."

Jing Baiye nodded, and did not ask what Vodka was going to do, but mentioned the mission in his hand: "Since Manhattan is here, then I can start the revenge mission with him... Is there any problem with Gibson? "

"No problem. After returning to the United States, he went to a shooting club as a coach. There are usually many students. After his body recovered, his mental state gradually became normal." Manhattan replied.

"Then it is agreed that you are responsible for dealing with the Japanese who entered the family, and then leave quickly to return to the United States; after you return, I will kill the two SEAL veterans."

There are so many murder cases in Tokyo, and their nationalities are different. As long as the methods of death are different, with the current capabilities of the Japanese police, their deaths may not be linked.

Hearing Jing Baiye's arrangement, Manhattan showed obvious hesitation.

"This... I want our prey to change."

"How does it change?"

"It was Jack Waltz who ordered Murphy to shoot Gipson, and I wanted to deal with Waltz myself."

Manhattan originally had a calm expression, but when he mentioned this incident, there was obvious hatred and anger on his face.

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Porsche left Meikacho and drove all the way towards Tokyo Bay. The two places were not far apart, and it only took 20 minutes to drive there.

Jin Jiu listened to the two people around him exchanging tasks, but did not express any opinion.

One is a former SEAL who wants revenge, and the other is a little lunatic who has never missed various assassination missions in the organization. No matter which one is a waste, the actual combat experience is quite rich.

This kind of task is directly handed over to the most suitable colleague. He only uses it to watch, he doesn't need to use his own brain to make plans, and he doesn't need to worry about their mistakes all the time. It's really great.

If it wasn't for a minor sitting behind, Gin would want to smoke a cigarette to relax.

"...I have seen the information you have collected for me. That guy Waltz is on vacation recently. He will go fishing alone in the waters near Sea Monkey Island today. This is a good opportunity."

"I'm going to drown him in that water."

Gin heard the words and glanced at Manhattan, who was full of murderous intent, and continued to drive as if he had heard nothing.

SEALs, you can tell from the name that the soldiers of this unit are closely related to water. They will undergo very rigorous underwater training since joining. One of them is drowning prevention. It is not so easy to solve them in the water. thing.

But this is more interesting.

Good at water warfare, but finally died in the water in a ridiculous way... The expression of this kind of prey when it dies will definitely be very exciting.

...

Jack Waltz came to Sea Ape Island early in the morning. He rented a boat and went fishing on the water.

Today is a cloudy day. In the absence of solar radiation, the water temperature in the deep water area will be slightly higher than that in the shallow water area, and the fish will gather there to warm up, so he naturally rowed the boat to the deep water area.

After being discharged from the military, Waltz brought his wife and daughter to Japan to run a small business. They have a good relationship, and he is willing to do anything to protect his family, but they often quarrel over his hobbies.

He likes fishing, his wife doesn't.

Especially in winter, she always said that the wind on the coast is very cold and you will catch a cold, and it is very dangerous to fish on the water by boating alone... She can always find so many reasons.

Waltz knew that his wife cared about him, but she was too timid. He used to serve in the Navy Special Forces, and he couldn't have died in the water anywhere.

The boat slowly stopped, and there were no other boats around. Waltz picked up his fishing rod and began to adjust the float.

"Gudu."

A strange voice sounded, causing the former special soldier to subconsciously turn his head to look there. There were ripples on the water in the distance, and there was obviously no wind blowing nearby.

He stared blankly there, when the ship suddenly shook violently. Before he could stand firm, he completely lost his balance and fell to the surface.

"Whoa-!"

There was a loud sound of entering the water, and the icy lake water wrapped around his body.

The water was very dark, and Waltz felt like a school of fish escaping quickly swimming past him. He had real combat experience, and he only stayed for a second after entering the water, and then he quickly reacted.

Someone attacked him from under the boat!

A sturdy and powerful arm stretched out from behind, strangling his neck through the thicker collar of the winter clothes, and began to tighten with a force that almost broke his neck with bare hands, and his limbs were also restrained from behind. .

This kind of move is very familiar, and Waltz himself has learned it. He lost his strength in such an unpredictable sneak attack, his mouth gradually loosened, and water poured into his throat and blocked his windpipe.

The last thing he could do was to stare at the attacker behind him with wide eyes, and to die as a sensible ghost.

The Asian man with the scar on the eyebrow on his right eye——Kevin Yoshino stared at him coldly.

On the opposite side of his hateful gaze, the hand around his throat remained motionless.

...

A body without any visible superficial scars slowly sank to the bottom of the lake after being deliberately tangled in a heavy fishing box on its feet.

Manhattan surfaced, flipped the boat over, and swam toward the shore. He moves very quickly, without the fatigue that comes with strenuous exercise.

On the shore in the distance, Angstra, who saw his success, put down his telescope.

"...I didn't expect Manhattan's water to be so good." He sighed in a low voice.

After getting off the Porsche, Manhattan took off his winter clothes outside, revealing his wetsuit and diving into the water. He didn't bring any diving oxygen tanks, so he swam 1 km from the shore, got the target off the boat and drowned in the water.

This kind of practice is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will exchange your life for your life, and the two will die together.

Gin, who was standing beside Angstra, did not speak, and he held an identical telescope in his hand.

From the point of view of stature and physical fitness, Manhattan, who is full of muscles, has been exercising diligently and diligently in recent years. Of course, he can easily kill the one who has raised a small belly... What is that guy's name?

Gin was expressionless, he had forgotten the name of the dying guy.

He put away the binoculars and looked down at Angstra, who was beside him, and saw that he was lying on the railing, his entire back undefended in front of him.

Today's Angstra is wearing a fleece and thick brown coat, Gin looks from the back, only to see two fluffy animal ears on the back hat - this style looks like snow Li bought it.

"..." Gin was silent.

He found that sometimes Angstra's vigilance is very high, and he can detect how many enemies are around him from a few dozen meters away; but sometimes his vigilance is very low, and he has no precautions for friends, opponents, and people in many organizations.

However, those people were not prepared for him, including Gin himself.

Angstra is an outlier in the organization. He is friendly to friends, protective of his opponents, and to colleagues who have a little friendship~www.novelmt.com~ He will occasionally reach out to help-even if he doesn't help, he will never go. Downhill.

The underage members didn't know anything about gin's scrutiny. He put away the binoculars, then took out his mobile phone and opened his mailbox.

"...Whose mail?" Gin asked, there was no murderousness in his voice.

"Sherry's, she asked me if I was free for Christmas. She wanted to go to the mall with me. There must be discounts at that time." Angstra replied, using the phone to reply, "If she gives me a gift, I will You have to be prepared to give her a gift in return..."

...I really don't know how a woman like Belmod breeds this kind of "you treat me well, and I want to repay you".

And what's even more amazing is that Angstra himself is different from most people in the organization, but he can make the people around him become more and more organized in style, typically Shirley and Bourbon.

"Gin, do you want a Christmas present?" Angstra said suddenly.

Gin glanced at him, and the crimson eyes, brighter than blood, stood out on the pale face.

"What are you going to give me?" he asked.

"I can give you a hat, it's very special, you won't be so conspicuous when you wear it..." Angstra's eyes fell on his long silver hair, "or I can help you modify you Porsche, so these two cars can go faster.”

Gin asked again, "What do you want, Angstra?"

"What you want to do to my subordinates in the future, tell me in advance - if it involves the bottom line of the organization or if they are willing to do so, I will not stop you, but I hope you can tell me... at least let me have a bottom line. "

Angstra looked at him seriously.