Conan I am Surrounded by Undercover Agents

Jing Baiye and Shirley's plan to go out to play unfortunately came to nothing.

——When he and Shirley made an appointment to meet at a coffee shop and gave her the new bag painted by Fusha, a Porsche that was very familiar to them suddenly stopped in front of them.

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

【Get in the car.——gin】

When Shirley saw him taking out his cell phone, she knew he was leaving. She hugged her bag and muttered, "What a pity."

Jing Baiye noticed that there seemed to be no fear in her tone when she faced Gin in the past, but more of helplessness after her plans were interrupted.

"...There is no other way, let's go out to play next time."

It was also a pity for Jing Baiye that he had to leave before the cake he ordered was eaten, but he still quickly called the waiter to pay the bill and asked the waiter to pack his portion.

Gin and his two Porsches were rare classic cars. Parking on the street for too long would easily attract passers-by’s attention. He didn’t want to cause any trouble to them.

A few minutes later, Jing Baiye packed up the packing box and said goodbye to Shirley, and walked towards Gin's Porsche. At the same time, she opened the system map and glanced at it. She found that the vodka was not there, and there was another person sitting in the passenger seat.

The two had just met last night, and they had a bit of an unpleasant incident over the drug interrogation issue of his subordinates. He didn't expect that he would see Gin again so soon.

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

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

He didn't see vodka yesterday.

"Going to the United States." When Gin saw him coming up, he started the car and left. "There is something over there that requires his assistance."

Jing Baiye nodded, without asking what exactly Vodka was going to deal with, and mentioned the mission at hand: "Now that Manhattan is here, he and I can start the revenge mission... Is there any problem with Gibson?

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

"Then as promised, you will be responsible for dealing with the Japanese who married into the family, and then leave and return to the United States immediately; after you return, I will kill the two Navy SEAL veterans."

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

Upon hearing Jing Baiye's arrangement, Manhattan showed obvious hesitation.

"Well... I hope our prey changes."

"How to change?"

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

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

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The Porsche left Mikka Town and drove all the way towards Tokyo Bay. The two places are not far apart and it only takes twenty minutes to drive there.

Gin listened to the exchange of tasks between the two people around him without making any comments.

One is a former Navy SEAL who wants revenge, and the other is a young lunatic who has never failed in various assassination missions in the organization. Neither of them is a waste, and they have quite a lot of practical experience.

This feeling of handing tasks directly to the most suitable colleague, who only has to watch from the side, does not need to use his own brain to make plans, and does not need to worry about their mistakes all the time. It is really great.

If there wasn't a minor sitting in the back, Gin would have wanted to smoke a cigarette and relax.

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

"I'm going to drown him in those waters."

Hearing this, Gin glanced at Manhattan who was full of murderous intent next to him, and continued driving as if he hadn't heard anything.

As you can tell by the name, SEALs, the soldiers of this unit are closely related to water. They will receive very strict underwater training from the moment they join. One of them is to prevent drowning. It is not so easy to deal with them in the water.

thing.

But it's more interesting this way.

He is good at water fighting, but ends up dying in the water in a ridiculous way... The expression of this kind of prey when it dies will definitely be very exciting.

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

Today is a cloudy day. When there is a lack of solar radiation, the water temperature in the deep water area will be slightly higher than that in the shallow water area. Fish schools will gather there to keep warm, so he naturally rows the boat to the deep water area.

After retiring from the army, Waltz came to Japan with his wife and daughter and ran a small company. They had a good relationship as a couple and he was willing to do anything to protect his family, but they often quarreled over his hobbies.

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He likes fishing very much, but 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 alone in a boat on the water... She can always find so many reasons.

Waltz knew that his wife cared about him, but she was too timid. He had served in the Navy's special forces in the past, and he would not have died in the water no matter where he died.

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

He stared blankly there, when the hull of the boat suddenly shook violently. Before he could stand still, he completely lost his balance and fell to the water.

"Crash——!"

There was a loud sound of entering the water, and the cold lake water enveloped his body.

It was very dark under the water, and Waltz felt a school of fish swimming past him quickly as if they were fleeing. After all, he had real combat experience. After entering the water, he only stayed for a second before reacting quickly.

Someone sneaked up on him from under the boat!

A strong and powerful arm stretched out from behind and strangled his neck through the thick collar of the winter coat. It began to tighten with such force that it almost broke his neck with bare hands. At the same time, his limbs were also restrained from behind.

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This technique is very familiar, and Waltz himself has learned it. He lost strength in such an unexpected sneak attack, his mouth gradually loosened, and water poured into his throat and blocked his trachea.

The last thing he could do was to stare at the attacker behind him with wide eyes, and he would die to be a wise man.

The Asian man with a scar on his right eyebrow——Kevin Yoshino stared at him with cold eyes.

The hateful look on his face and the hand around his throat didn't move at all.

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A corpse without any obvious surface injuries slowly sank to the bottom of the lake after its feet were deliberately wrapped around a heavy fishing box.

Manhattan surfaced, casually capsized the small boat, and swam towards the shore. He moved very quickly, without any fatigue after strenuous exercise.

On the distant shore, Angstra put down her telescope after seeing his success.

"...I didn't expect that Manhattan's water properties are so good." He sighed in a low voice.

After getting off the Porsche, Manhattan took off his winter clothes, exposed his diving suit and entered the water. He did not bring any diving oxygen bottles, so he swam 1 kilometer from the shore, got the target off the boat and drowned in the water.

This approach is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will trade your life for your life, and both of you will die together.

Gin, who was standing next to Angstra, said nothing. He was holding an identical telescope in his hand.

Judging from the body shape and physical fitness, Manhattan, who is full of muscles, has been exercising diligently and hard in recent years. Of course, he can easily kill that guy who has developed a small belly... what is that guy's name?

Gin's face was expressionless. He had already forgotten the name of the guy who was about to die.

He put away the telescope, lowered his head to look at Angstra next to him, and saw him lying on the railing, with his entire back exposed in front of him.

Today, Angstra was wearing a velvet and thickened brown coat. Gin looked over from behind and saw two fluffy animal ears on the hat at the back - this style looked like snow at first glance.

Li bought it.

"..." Gin was silent.

He found that sometimes Angostela was very vigilant and could detect how many enemies were around him from dozens of meters away; but sometimes his vigilance was very low and she had no defense against friends, opponents, subordinates, or people from many organizations.

However, those people had no defense against him, including Gin himself.

Angstra is an outlier in the organization. He is friendly to his friends and protective of his subordinates. He will occasionally lend a helping hand to colleagues with whom he has some friendship - even if he does not help, he will never add insult to injury.

The underage member knew nothing about Gin's observation. He put away his binoculars, then took out his mobile phone and opened his mailbox.

"...Whose email?" Gin asked, without any murderous intent in his voice.

"Shirley'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 while using her mobile 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 Belmode could raise such an organizational outlier that “you are good to me, I will repay you”.

And what’s even more amazing is that Angstra himself is a different kind of person than most people in the organization, but he is able to make the people around him become more and more organized. Typical examples are Shirley and Bourbon.

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

Gin glanced at him, and the crimson eye, which was more colorful 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. When you put it on, you won't be so noticeable..." Angstra's eyes fell on his long silver hair, "Or I can help you modify your hat."

The Porsche makes these two cars go faster.”

Gin asked again: "Then what do you want, Angstra?"

"If you want to do something to my subordinates in the future, tell me in advance - if it involves the bottom line of the organization or their own volition, I won't stop you, but I hope you can tell me...at least so that I have a clear idea.

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Angstra looked at him seriously.