Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Gin is very familiar with the internal structure of the training ground at the bottom, and he often comes here to clean up the members of the bottom who have leaked information about the organization. After confirming that Jean Fizz was still alive when he was taken away, he didn't rush to the corpse disposal room, but first went to the medical room to find a Daijili cocktail.

He didn't knock on the door, and he didn't make a sound to remind him, so he went straight into the medical room, startling Dai Jily, who was resting on the bed.

"You're still so timid as a mouse." Gin is not Friedman, who will at least give people a little face. Facing Daijili's appearance, he made no secret of mocking: "How is Paris recently? Is the riot over? ?"

Dai Jili dared not speak his anger at Gin's expression and evaluation. He could only comfort himself. The person in front of him looked like this to everyone other than BOSS: "The 'green hat' movement in Paris is not over yet."

A few days before Angstra left France, the French government announced an increase in fuel taxes, and tens of thousands of people took to the streets in Paris alone. Due to the chaos in the capital, Angstra had to travel to Lille airport to get a flight back to Japan.

The riot had something to do with the organization, but it didn't have much to do with it. After all, what the organization needed was concealment, and it didn't have that much energy to incite so many people.

What Angstra did was to secretly contact one of the leaders and representatives, and offered to provide them with some of the supplies - conspicuous green hats and vests that symbolize environmental protection, especially hats, which were bright green and bright green. Yes, I don't know what special material was added, it still glows green at night and can be seen from far away.

Gin has a little understanding of the culture of the country next door, and Angstra also specially taught him popular science when he was in the United States. He knows what it means to wear a cuckold.

This underage member is strange. He didn't give the harassment leader anything offensive, but he did this kind of thing secretly in other places, secretly disgusting people, but the other party couldn't detect it due to cultural differences.

Gin recovered his thoughts and glanced at Dai Jili: "Keep up, Angstra and I have something for you."

Dai Jili didn't dare to disobey Jinjiu. He usually only dared to bully the lower-level people whose status was not as high as him. He also wanted to bully the young Angstra before, but he dragged him directly to the training ground and broke several of his bones. For each broken one, he also specially reported the number to him.

Every time he thinks of this, Daijili's first reaction is fear, but his hatred is weak - he doesn't dare to hate him at all - especially after seeing the mess in the house with his own eyes, and witnessing him Climbing the Eiffel Tower with his bare hands just to scatter people's ashes, knowing that he has been merciful enough to himself.

The two came to the corpse disposal room one after the other, and there were only Angstra and Jean Fitz.

Jean Faith had woken up at this time. He was lying on his back on the trundle bed, and the part below his neck had been pushed into the crematorium.

He wanted to struggle, to beg for mercy, but his mouth was tightly blocked by two empty food bags. Angstra stood aside with a syringe in his hand, poking a needle into the vein in his neck, Push the liquid inside.

"You came earlier than I thought, and you came to give him a ride?" Angstra pulled out the needle and looked back at the two of them.

"What are you doing?"

Gin doesn't have the slightest sympathy for his former subordinates being so tossed about. The boss strictly prohibits drugs in the organization. This person dares to get involved with drugs. Obviously, he doesn't take the boss and the organization seriously. He deserves to die.

"Since he likes taking drugs, I'll let him take enough before he dies." Angstra took another tube of liquid and continued the same action just now.

Gin understood what he meant. The **** found in Jean Fiesz's house was sent to Angstra by others along with counterfeit banknotes, so it is self-evident what he is injecting now.

Gin didn't say much about this kind of behavior, he watched in silence as Gin Faith continued to be injected with heroin.

Daijili next to him didn't dare to set his eyes on Jean Feishi: "Angstra, what about the bottom layer you brought here?"

"You mean Amuro?" Angstra glanced at him, "I just asked him to go back first. In this case, he can help him when he prepares. There is no need to stay and watch the whole process."

Daijili knew that Angstra likes good-looking people, whether male or female, and he didn't hide this at all when he was in Paris. Japan is the base camp of the organization. There can be three subordinates in the action team here. Will the subordinates he finds also look at their appearance?

Thinking of this, Daijili gritted his teeth secretly. He had lost his temper in front of Amuro just now. I don't know if this bottom-level member noticed. If he noticed, he would tell Angstra...

Seeing Gin Fei Shi's pain, Dai Jili felt flustered for a while. He would rather be shot to death by Gin wine than to be tortured to death like this. After death, there will be no peace in the ashes.

He secretly glanced at the two people in front of him. Currently, their attention is on Jean Feisch, and none of them pay attention to him.

He forced himself to calm down and began to analyze slowly:

Angstra returned to Japan only a few days earlier than him~www.novelmt.com~ He has a precedent of losing at Panno's hands, and it is impossible to find close direct subordinates so quickly now. Amuro Toru may not have anything to do with him. If it is his subordinate, then even if he does not stay in the house, he should wait outside. After all, Angstra is not old enough to get a driver's license in any country, and usually relies on others to pick him up.

"Are you busy next?" Angstra asked Gin.

"It's fine. What are you going to do?"

"If you have time, please take me to a commercial street with more restaurants nearby."

Angstra's hands kept moving, and he communicated with Jinjiu in a dual-minded manner: "It's almost lunch time, I let Midorikawa Xin rest yesterday and today, no one cooks for me, I plan to go there to solve lunch... ... just a kebab shop."

"You actually gave your subordinates a holiday?" Jin Jiu's voice was cold.

"People always have to rest, and I'm not Zhou Papi."

Angstra pushed the last bit of the potion in, and watched with cold eyes Jean Faith's breathing gradually fading. Overdose of heroin, especially when the amount of intravenous injection is too large, will inhibit the breathing, and people will die of respiratory failure.

He put the used syringe next to Jean Fisher's hair, went to untangle the white cords that held the trolley in place, and put them back in his pocket. After doing this, he pushed the trundle bed toward the crematorium, and poured the banknotes in the two boxes directly into it as fuel for the incineration.

He took off the gloves and threw it in, closed the door of the stove, and pressed the heating switch beside him.

The gradually warming crematorium made the people around him feel hot. Gin glanced at the furnace and said to Angstra, "Let's go out and talk."

The three of them walked out of the room and felt that the surrounding air was much cooler.