Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Sunday, 11am, Cuphu Park.

A black Porsche 356A is parked on a sparsely populated street near the park. This street has just been bought by a real estate company, and the shops around it will be demolished. No ordinary passers-by will come here.

Vodka was not there, and he was still working hard to translate the information in the safety house in Cupado Town. In the morning, Gin drove to the B&B to pick up people.

"Have you checked out that guy's identity information?"

Gin was sitting in the driver's seat, and it was rare for him not to smoke. After all, Angstra, who was sitting in the back seat, didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

Angstra looked in a good mood. She was wearing childish clothes that Shirley bought for him. He didn't seem to feel ashamed to wear such clothes that did not match his identity.

Through the rearview mirror, Gin saw that he was leaning against the back seat, with a laptop on his lap and a bento bag beside him.

"It's found out." Angstra didn't look up, "My real name is Ethan Hondo, a second-generation Japanese-American who joined the CIA 30 years ago as an intelligence officer, and accepted a job in Japan three years later. undercover mission, but had no contact with the organization at that time..."

Gin is not surprised. The CIA itself is the US foreign intelligence agency, and its attention is to other countries. Regardless of the relationship between the United States and Japan, they will still throw a lot of spies into Japan.

"I was mainly active in Osaka in the past. I don't know if there are other relatives in Japan. I didn't ask Haspel."

There are only two possibilities for what he can't ask. The first is that there is no such thing, and the second is that this person is really unclear, and there is no interrogation.

No one knows how Angstra was interrogated. Jin Jiu had seen the person who was interrogated by him, and he did not suffer any physical pain. He was in a trance and did not know that he had been interrogated. Signs of being injected with special drugs...

But this is not important, as long as Jin Jiu gets the information, the means is secondary.

"He started sneaking into the black-clothed organization five years ago. He is taciturn and does not like to talk. He is not weak, but he has never had a chance to make a name for himself, and he has not received a code name until now."

There was no emotion in Angstra's voice. For a genius like him who got his code name when he was a teenager and was deeply appreciated and loved by the boss, it was probably difficult to understand the feeling of being undercover.

"No matter what his abilities are, now that he has been discovered, he is just a mouse that has been killed." Gin's voice carried a murderous aura.

"By the way, the one I was looking for yesterday..." Angstra paused strangely, "When will that one arrive?"

"Numabuchi Kiichiro is already nearby."

Gin has long been accustomed to some of Angstra's habits, such as the phone can't get through while eating, and he can't remember the name of the ugly-looking bottom member... He took out a machine with a red dot on it and was heading here near.

He opened the door and got out of the car, and when Angstra, who was behind, wanted to follow him, he stopped him in time.

"You're staying in the car," Gin reminded. "Your features are too obvious, and it's easy to be noticed by people nearby."

This is not the point. Angstra and the CIA's waste connector used to be classmates. He is impressive in terms of age and appearance. If he is recognized by the guy and suspects that he is involved in this matter, it will be troublesome. .

Angstra nodded, looked at Gin's long, rather striking silver hair, and put down his hand on the door.

Gin stood by the car and waited for Numabuchi Kiichiro to come over. Across the car window, he saw that Angstra, who was sitting back honestly, was not calm. He opened the lunch bag next to him, and took out the lunch box and disposable chopsticks.

"..."

...Forget it, this troublesome underage kid is growing, don't know him in the same way.

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Haspel sat gloomily on a bench in Cupo Park.

Yesterday he ran out of the restaurant and went after him, but neither of them were found. He circled around the neighborhood a few times, probably driven by extreme anger, and he didn't feel tired until after 7:10, but he still failed.

He took out his phone and checked the email, which the woman who had abandoned him for love at first sight sent him just after 8pm last night, saying they wanted to talk to him in the park today.

Seeing that "them", Haspel's anger rekindled when he finally pressed it down, and he no longer wanted to think about what the **** they were doing that he didn't catch last night... He pressed the holster hanging on his waist. , his eyes became more and more sinister.

There are not too many people in the park. Today is the weekend. There are parents who come to play with their children and couples who come to date, but he doesn't want to worry about that much. He just wants to teach those who betray and insult him a lesson.

He stared at the passing crowd, and saw a man in a peaked cap hurried towards him. He was shocked at first, but when he saw the appearance of the other party, the heart he had mentioned was instantly relieved, and he even became a little impatient.

Haspel is actually quite contemptuous of other ethnic groups. He dare not speak madly about black people, but he does not care so much about Asians who are also non-whites.

This is also a common problem for many Americans. When speaking up for the victims of racial discrimination, the Asian group and the aborigines who have experienced more tragedies seem to be naturally invisible.

He remembered that there was a sick Asian kid in his class when he was studying. He was only in his early ten years and was so thin that he seemed to be blown over by the wind, but the people in the class liked him very much. Especially some girls, facing him arrogantly and ignoring him, they can bring dessert cakes to him very gently to this kid, and take care of him like a brother.

In Haspel's view, this Ethan Bentang, who was sent to infiltrate the criminal organization, was a piece of trash. He didn't get much useful information for five years, so he had to be careful when making connections, and he had to come over to remind him to take a photo. Don't be too conspicuous... this is the second time.

"You do..."

Before he had time to say the following words, Haspel's gaze fell not far behind Ethan Bentang and froze.

The man he saw by the dining room window last night was standing there.

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Numbuchi Kiichiro stood in the crowd, watching the farce along with the others.

The two white men were scrambling together on the ground. They were obviously well-dressed, but at this moment they were like street gangsters~www.novelmt.com~ and used all kinds of fighting moves. There was another man standing beside him anxiously, as if he wanted to persuade him to fight, but he didn't know where to start. From time to time, he looked up at the onlookers, who blocked his chance to leave.

Numbuchi Kiichiro, with his thin body, slowly squeezed in front of the crowd. He saw and recognized the man, whose surname was Ping Nei, and they had met several times in the training ground they organized.

The crowd of onlookers beside them were whispering, and some of them were onlookers when the farce started. One of them had a good English and understood the cause and effect of their fight. He told a few aunts first, and then quickly spread in the crowd.

"It seems to be an American, what the FBI and the CIA... Yes, the ones that are often played in movies... One robbed the other's girlfriend..."

"...Isn't this an American agent? Why are they here..."

"They said it themselves... Is it still fake?"

Hearing these words, Numabuchi Kiichiro had a distorted smile on his face. Ping Nei in the distance seemed to sense his sight, and looking in his direction, the whole person suddenly froze there.