Conan I am Surrounded by Undercover Agents

Jun Izawa didn't go to the boss for several days. He temporarily stayed in Ekoda Town and concentrated on teaching Junichi Yanagi.

He would watch movies or play games with him at night, and would not go back to the booked B&B after playing late, making a bed under his bed, or sneaking out for a late-night snack together before going back;

During the day, he accompanied him to several orphanages in Ekota Town - due to the surge in homicides in recent years, the orphanages have done well and have even opened branches - to search for the boy who was not adopted by relatives and could only be sent to the orphanage.

whereabouts.

Yizerun knew very well where Jing Baiye was, who his current guardian was, and he still had their current contact information on his phone, but he still accompanied his friend everywhere.

As Brandy Jerez, he keeps secret of everything he knows; as Jun Izawa, he accompanies his friends to do all the stupid things.

…

Izarun, who was standing in the shade with his back against a big tree, took off his baseball cap and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He watched Liu Jishunyi talking to the dean at the door, and quietly took out his mobile phone. On it was the specific address sent to him by Belmode.

[…It was an orphanage on the edge of Ekoda Town. He was sent there by the police on May 15th. I found someone to go through the adoption procedures on June 20th.——vermouth]

【I got it, thank you.——jerez】

Yi Zejun was not surprised why Belmode asked Jing Baiye to stay in an orphanage for a while. "Children disappeared unexpectedly" is more eye-catching than "children lost their parents and were sent to an orphanage to be adopted by kind-hearted people." The organization will also

Use normal means to reduce unnecessary trouble.

[You come to the boss once in the afternoon, and you need to deal with the bodies of those guys.——vermouth]

【Okay.——jerez】

Izarun deleted the email, put on his baseball cap again, watched his friend come back, and thought about what excuse to leave, and where and when it would be better to dump the body.

But before he could speak first, Liu Jishunyi suddenly said: "Are you busy with something?"

"Well, an acquaintance is looking for me." Yi Zejun put the phone back into his pocket.

Liu Jishunyi suddenly glanced at him.

——That look in his eyes made Yi Zejun see again that outstanding police academy student who listened carefully to the lectures in the police academy and captured every detail of the case.

Yi Zerun instantly became alert, but Liu Jishun just smiled, then stopped looking at him and raised his hand to touch the trunk of the big tree he was leaning against.

"I'm not a child, I don't need anyone else to accompany me all the time...just go about your business." He said calmly.

Only then did Izawa Jun realize that he was leaning against a cherry blossom tree that had already passed its flowering period.

…

Yi Zerun went to the villa to find the boss and checked the bodies of the unlucky ones.

They retained complete vision and hearing. They were shot several times but none of them hit their vital points. There were signs of treatment to stop the bleeding. In addition, they were also injected with a large amount of amphetamines to ensure that they could stay conscious until the last second of their lives.

.

...Isn't this much more cruel than Gin's one-shot kill? The next generation of the organization is really scary.

Izarun sighed, poked the bloody hole on a corpse's finger with his gloved hand, then bent his finger and flicked it mischievously.

An ordinary pistol can easily break a person's finger, but this bullet still remains in the body, stuck right in the middle of the finger bone... Was it a modified pistol and special bullets?

Jun Izawa took off his gloves and threw them into the crematorium when he passed by to burn them. He wanted to go talk to Gin about life. He just saw his Porsche in the parking lot.

Gin is usually very busy, he works a lot of overtime, and none of the other codename members in the organization are as 996 or even 007 like him.

In Izawa Jun's opinion, he asked for it - in Gin's first mission when he got his code name at the age of fourteen, he used a bomb to blow up a building funded by the Karasuma Group. The boss was not angry, but

Let him work more overtime, and deduct 10% for each task as punishment for blowing up the building that year, and gradually compensate him.

However, the boss never seemed to tell Gin the real reason why he worked so much overtime. Gin himself always believed that it was because the boss valued him... As expected, ignorance is bliss.

Izarun came to the boss's office. He knew that Gin must be nearby, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard the boss's voice coming from inside.

He paused in his steps and stood there stunned.

The boss is actually singing?

It was rare for Yi Zejun not to knock on the door. He boldly opened the office door directly, and the boss's voice reached his ears more clearly.

"God's grace is so sweet. My sins have been forgiven..."

The air conditioning temperature in the boss's office was even lower. Yi Zerun saw him standing next to the sofa, covering Jing Baiye lying on it with his coat.

He had a gentle look on his face, looking at the expression of the child on the sofa, like a lonely old man rarely seeing his beloved grandson.

"I have gone through many hardships and suffered many hardships. I am able to get through it safely now..."

His voice was clear and pleasant, with an irresistible tenderness. He reached out his hand and gently stroked the sleepy boy's head.

"By this grace, grant me peace. Lead me to my homeland eventually..."

Yi Zejun on the side listened so mesmerized that he couldn't extricate himself from it. He had no interest in music and never thought that people's singing could have such magic power, as if people's souls were washed and shocked.

.

After the song ended, Yi Zerun was still full of meaning. The boss looked at him, his eyes were different from usual, it was a kind of joy to see an old friend.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He smiled at him and spoke in French.

Yizerun, who understood, was stunned. They had obviously met not long ago, and he actually used French. Could it be...

"Stop your ridiculous expression, Jerez. It's dusk now."

It wasn't until Gin made a sound that Izarun realized that he was also sitting on the sofa. He was immersed in the singing just now and didn't notice his presence at all.

Ginjiu was sitting next to Jing Baiye, rarely smoking, and even...

"…………"

Izarun looked at Jing Baiye's long silver hair under his head, and at Gin's unresponsive expression, his expression became quite subtle.

Perhaps because he was annoyed by his look, Gin's eyes turned cold, and he stood up suddenly. His hair that was suppressed swayed with his movements, almost knocking off Jing Baiye who was sleeping on it, off the sofa.

Yi Zerun quickly grabbed hold of Jing Baiye with quick eyes and hands, hugged Jing Baiye back to the sofa, and took a cushion and stuffed it under his head.

He couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Gin's movements didn't wake him up, and he fell asleep peacefully.

Although he was a little devil who asked him to help dispose of the corpse, he looked like a harmless angel now.

Yi Zerun looked at Jing Baiye's sleeping face and couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

——However, his hand only reached halfway, and before it touched the other person's cheek, he was suddenly clasped by a hand stretched out from the side.

Gin, who was holding his hand, sneered and lowered his voice: "Are you very idle?"

"Not idle at all." Yi Zejun pushed up his glasses with his other hand, "You just work overtime, but I have three jobs and am much busier than you."

"You asked for it." Gin sneered, "If you don't work hard, I will let you rest forever."

...Gin, you are asking for so much overtime work, and my salary is higher than yours, so I haven’t been deducted 10% as compensation.

Yizerun scolded him rudely in his heart, and just said "oh" on his lips.

…

A week after Izarun dumped his body, he received a mission email from the organization while he was busy at the police station.

——Assist Gin in blowing up Jing Baiye’s past home.

Yi Zejun didn't understand the significance of this mission. Jing Baiye's house was rented, and the landlord had cleaned it up after he was sent to the orphanage. Now he lives in another family, and there is no trace of him there.

He sighed, but the mission was outrageous, so he had to carry it out properly if it was given to him.

Yi Zejun remembered the email Ryu Gil Soon-il sent him a few days ago. The family who bought the sinister house on Lot 24 won the travel voucher for five people the day before yesterday. Since other relatives were busy, they invited Ryu Gil and his wife next door.

Let's travel together.

So what he had to do was to separate Liu Jishun who stayed at home.

——Ryu Gil Soon-il gave up completely on becoming a police officer and planned to re-study in his senior year of high school to enter college. He enrolled in several cram schools and has been cramming in high school courses during the summer vacation.

Jun Izawa touched his hairline distressedly, and while applying to his boss not to work overtime today, he sent an email to Junichi Yanagi, saying that he would go to Ekota Town tonight and asked him if he wanted to meet for dinner at the izakaya.

Liu Jishunyi quickly sent a reply, with only one word: [Okay.]

Yi Zejun breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want the organization to pay too much attention to Liu Jijunyi. The organization was going to destroy Jing Baiye's past home, and might also have plans to kill his past acquaintances...

He met Ryu Gil Junichi while he was undercover, but he truly regarded him as a friend and did not want him to die because of it.

Izarun got off work on time and arrived at the appointed place ten minutes early - on a bridge where people come and go. The izakaya is on the commercial street across the bridge.

He leaned quietly on the edge of the bridge, resting his elbows on the bridge railings. Behind him was the endless flow of people, and in front of him was the quietly flowing river. Before waiting for his friend, he met another acquaintance there.

"Hey, long time no see."

A figure stood beside him, leaning his back against the bridge railing in a chic pose, just like an ordinary tourist who stopped to take pictures.

Izarun recognized him. He was his senior - Friedman, who went undercover in the second year after taking over as boss.

Without looking at him for long, lest anyone nearby notice them, he said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Why are you in Japan?"

"As a U.S. soldier, is it unusual for me to appear in Japan?"

"..."

Yi Zejun silently pushed up his glasses. He didn't have any trouble in his heart. I guess some of the more patriotic people would have hard fists after hearing this... Although he was telling the truth.

He didn't want to continue the topic: "What should I call you now?"

"I didn't change my name."

Yi Zerun knew that he was using his real name to go undercover like him: "I'm not asking this, I'm asking you... what kind of wine you prefer."

In theory, the identity of the undercover agent must be kept strictly confidential. In fact, many people in the organization knew that Friedman went undercover, so it should be no problem to ask for the code name.

"It's useless for now." After Friedman finished speaking, he added: "I refused. I don't want to be given a code name without any credit... Is that a good friend of yours over there? He

He seemed to notice that we were talking, and I heard Gin say that he seemed to be a policeman?"

Yizerun noticed the appearance of Liu Jijunyi, and his hand on the bridge railing involuntarily clenched, and he said in a calm tone: "No, he is just a repeater of his third year in high school."

Friedman noticed his clenched hand and sneered lowly: "Are you still playing your friend game?"

Yizerun finally looked at him squarely: "That's not a game."

He regards himself as an insignificant ordinary player in Earth Online - a mediocre start, neither aggressive nor aggressive, calm and determined, all depends on destiny - his attitude towards undercover missions is very Buddhist, but all the people in his friend list are him

Someone who truly cares and wants to protect.

Friedman glanced at him one last time, smiled and left, and Liu Jishun walked over quickly.

"What's going on with that guy?"

"I'm just an American who came to ask for directions." Izarun said in a calm tone, "Let's go. That izakaya is very popular. If you go there late, you won't be able to get a seat."

Liu Jishun nodded, with a hesitant expression on his face, which made Yizerun, who was about to walk away, stop.

"What's wrong?"

"...I have something to ask you." Liu Jishun looked at him steadily, "After dinner, can you chat with me for a while?"

There were crowds of people coming and going around, but Yizerun felt that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

"……good."

After a while, he nodded.

…

Yi Zejun feels that people should not speak too eloquently, otherwise they will easily be slapped in the face.

——Just like Friedman, he was the one who laughed at him for playing a friend game a few years ago and was dismissive of friendship. Now, because of the guilt of killing his friends, he is the one who once again refused to give the boss a code name.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Gin's Porsche, Jun Izawa took off his glasses and yawned.

Gin, who went to the United States with his ward, Shirley, and returned temporarily with Friedman due to a mission, glanced at him with disgust: "It's hard to imagine that someone like you hasn't been exposed until now."

At this time, Isawa Jun was already twenty-five years old, and had been promoted and received salary increases in the organization, environmental affairs department, and police department.

"...Actually, I'm also very curious."

The sooner he was exposed, the sooner he ran away, and the sooner he ran away, the sooner he rested. Yi Zejun sighed and touched his hair line distressedly. The life of a triple undercover was too difficult for an ordinary person like him.

He thought of the email he received half a year ago: "Bai Ye...it's time to call him 'Angstra' now. How is he in France? Is Xi Xi used to performing tasks?"

"He works more seriously than you." Gin sneered.

Yi Zerun felt that his temper was worse than a few years ago: "By the way, I heard from Belmode that she finally gave you to..."

Bang--!

A silencer can eliminate the sound of a gunshot, but it cannot cover up the sound of something being hit. The bullet fired from the Beretta flew out of the half-open car window and hit a tree not far away.

Jun Izawa, who was almost shot in the head, sighed at Gin's bad temper, and then slowly slid back under the car seat - there was not enough space in the car, and there were not many places where he could hide from bullets.

He straightened his prescription-less glasses like a normal person: "When will Angstra return to Japan?"

"It's hard to say. He gets along well with his partner Pan Nuo and likes him very much. He won't be willing to come back in the short term."

This was within Izarun's expectation. Bermod showed him the photo of the French member Panno.

He is very handsome, a mixed-race Asian, with natural blond hair, a sunny and healthy wheat color, and a pair of seemingly docile droopy eyes... a bit like what he heard a female colleague from the Police Department say, dog-type

male?

"How was your mission?" Gin asked coldly.

Izawa Jun sighed: "I was near the police station and saw a person suspected of being a Japanese whiskey man meeting with a certain public security policeman... I'm not sure because it's a bit far away. I need you to go closer to verify."

"...Undercover agents are such a bunch of annoying rats." Gin snorted coldly and took back the Beretta.

Izarun looked at him speechlessly: "...Gin, I am also an undercover agent. Please respect the undercover profession. It is really hard work."

Gin glanced at him with a cold smile: "If you are tired, I can let you rest forever."

Izawa Jun pretended not to hear these words: "The foundation of the organization is in Japan. It's not surprising that there are Japanese undercover police officers. Even if you kill Japanese whiskey, there may be a second, third... or even more undercover agents coming in."

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"Then let's kill each one." Gin sneered, "It is impossible for weak fireflies to burn away the darkness."