Conan I am Surrounded by Undercover Agents

Since Shuichi Akai did not have a driver's license, the two of them were sent downstairs to the department store by Shirley's exclusive driver.

The driver is also a low-level member of the organization. He looks to be in his twenties and has an ordinary appearance, but Shuichi Akai knows that he is not that simple.

The muscular lines are faintly exposed under the suit, and the calluses on the inside of the palms are obviously worn out by gun practice... In addition to driving, this man is also Shirley's bodyguard.

However, the driver who was a part-time bodyguard had no intention of accompanying them up. He raised his head and counted the floors of the department store in front of him, and his eyes suddenly became much more friendly when he looked at Akai Shuichi.

"Miss Shirley, I'm going to take a look around. If you want to leave, you can call me at any time."

Shirley nodded and took out an A5-sized brochure from her bag. Shuichi Akai stopped the driver who was about to leave: "Please wait a moment."

"Is there any problem?" The driver turned around.

"Aren't you going up together?" Akai Shuichi looked around and found that there was nothing abnormal for the time being.

"You alone are enough. Kidnappings are rarely carried out in crowded shopping malls, and two grown men accompanying an underage girl will attract attention."

"I mean...are you so trusting of me, a person who has just joined the organization?"

Akai Shuichi looked at the driver without deliberately lowering his voice.

Shirley on the side heard what he said, raised her head and glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to read the brochure; the driver was stunned for a moment, and a polite but cold smile appeared on his face.

"I don't believe you, I believe Mr. Angstra." He smiled, "If something happens to Miss Shirley, I will indeed be killed, but you will die ten times worse than me. He will never let you go.

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Shuichi Akai watched the driver leave and turned to look at Shirley, as if the conversation just now did not exist: "Let's go up."

They came here after breakfast, and since it was Monday, there were not many people inside. When they entered the elevator, they were the only two in the elevator.

Shuichi Akai looked at the camera in the elevator car and found that it could only take pictures but not sound. Then he looked at Shirley next to him. She was standing there expressionlessly, exuding a coldness that no one could enter.

Her aura shows that she would pick up a folding chair and hit someone in a rage just because of her friends.

"Is he that scary? Just looking at his appearance, he looks like a weak boy who needs protection." Akai Shuichi suddenly asked.

It is easier for immature minors to tell lies than adults, especially when the two of them are alone. This is a good opportunity to gather information.

However, Akai Shuichi was very cautious, and he did not ask casually - because he could only confirm that there was no bug in his identity, and could not guarantee that Shirley did not have one - he could not ask Shirley for information, but he could ask Angstra

, information about his junior boss.

Especially when the driver took the initiative to mention him, this was a great opportunity.

"He's not scary, but don't underestimate him either." Shirley frowned.

"He is my boss, of course I will not underestimate him."

Akai Shuichi's voice was calm. This is the transnational criminal organization that has kept his father missing for more than ten years. He will not despise anyone in it: the dangerous Gin, the annoying Toru Amuro, and Midorikawa Shin who broke into the underage fitting room.

...and Angstra, who seems harmless and innocent, but has gun calluses on her hands.

He looked at the obvious dissatisfaction on Shirley's face and temporarily closed his mouth without continuing to ask. When the elevator reached the floor, they walked out of the elevator together.

This department store has a total of seven floors. Shirley went to the men's clothing area on the sixth floor first.

Akai Shuichi was not so narcissistic that he thought Shirley was buying clothes for him. He thought about the day he met the Miyano sisters in a clothing store and quickly understood: "Are you going to buy clothes for him? Do you want me to buy them for him?"

Do you have any suggestions?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shirley turn her head and glance at his clothes with disgust.

"No need." Shirley knew that this was his good intention, and her tone of voice was not so obvious, "He can't dress up so old-fashioned. It's best to dress...according to his age."

...She originally wanted to say cute, right?

Akai Shuichi heard her original intention. He had personally seen Angstra's clothes that were incompatible with the organization... Could it be that Shirley bought those clothes for him?

Shirley looked around in the men's clothing area and finally found a store that she liked, so she walked in with Shuichi Akai.

She immediately took a fancy to a dark blue sweatshirt hanging at hand, took it off and looked at the size, then turned around and asked the clerk: "Is there anything smaller?"

Akai Shuichi looked at this sweatshirt: there was a cartoon golden retriever printed on the kangaroo pocket, standing upright like a human, holding three bricks in his hands... He was smiling and looking very friendly. What did he think?

Not pleasing to the eye.

When he sees the golden retriever now, he can think of the sinister and annoying loyal dog next to his junior boss. He is certain that Toru Amuro is definitely the biggest obstacle to him obtaining information about Angstra... Thinking about it makes his fist harden.

"Is it difficult to wear it for this gentleman?" The clerk looked at Akai Shuichi with horrified eyes.

"No." Shirley handed the clothes to the clerk: "He is a boy about my age. He is about 1.7 meters tall and has a thin build. He only has a soft and fleshy face. This dress is too big for him."

As soon as Akai Shu heard her description, he knew that her relationship with Angstra was better than he thought. She would specifically mention the feeling of her cheeks, and she must have touched his face frequently.

He found that his junior boss seemed to have good interpersonal relationships within the organization, and the members he had met so far were all very friendly to him——

Not to mention Toru Amuro and Shin Midorikawa, the instructor could recommend his friend's store, the sniper codenamed Calvados paid attention to whether his body was recovering, and the aloof Shirley bought him clothes, and even gin.

Allow him to ride in the car and don't smoke in front of him...

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Shirley took Shuichi Akai around the sixth floor and bought a lot of things for Angstra. Shuichi Akai looked at more and more things in his hands, feeling like a little boss was taking advantage of the girl.

Feel.

After shopping for men's clothing, the two took the escalator downstairs. Akai Shuichi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he turned his head, he saw Shirley, who was still full of energy, with bright eyes and heading straight to the women's clothing area ahead.

"…………"

Shuichi Akai's extremely steady fingers trembled as he held the gun. He stood there silently thinking, wondering if Toru Amuro had deliberately instigated Angstra to give him this thankless task.

No matter how much he complained in his heart, as a bodyguard, he could only carry his things and keep up.

Fortunately, Shirley left less than a minute before him, and it didn't take long for him to catch up with her. She did not enter the clothing store, but stayed in a cosmetics area. When he came over, she was talking to the shopping guide with her back to him.

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"At your age, it's too early to put on makeup." Shuichi Akai couldn't help but remind him.

"You don't have to worry about it."

Shirley held a mascara in her hand and looked at him.

The moment he saw her face clearly, Akai Shuichi was stunned for a moment——

He knew that Shirley was of Eurasian mixed race, or a better mixed one, with more three-dimensional facial features and some inconspicuous waves in her hair. Under her eyes, there was a freshly drawn black eyeliner...

Her appearance was very similar to the photo of his mother Mary when she was young that he had seen.