Conan I am Surrounded by Undercover Agents

At night, it started to snow again.

Gin temporarily drove away the vodka and went alone to the cocktail bar on the top floor of the Daikoku Building.

The security guard at the door of the bar was guarding the door like an immovable mountain. When he saw the arrival of Gin, his expression did not change. He just moved aside silently and bowed slightly to the visitor.

Gin entered the bar, and the sight inside was dim. There were no real guests, so he saw the boss sitting at the bar at a glance...

…and his nearby Irish whiskey and Jerez brandy.

Gin's good mood disappeared instantly.

He has a bad relationship with Ireland, but the boss always hopes that they can get along peacefully, and sometimes invites them to drink and talk together.

Forget about Ireland, the key is Jerez... Why is this guy here?

Jerez was sitting near the door and immediately noticed Gin's arrival.

He did not wear the glasses without prescription today, and the bangs on his forehead were straightened back. He was very different from his elegant appearance in the police station - even if his past colleagues met him, it would be difficult to recognize him at first sight.

When he saw him, he waved to him like a fool who saw his friends attending a party in an izakaya.

"Long time no see, Gin - have you been working a lot of overtime lately?"

Gin, who rarely skipped work to drink with his boss, had an expressionless face.

He didn't understand that judging from the number of jobs alone, Jerez was probably the busiest in the organization, yet he actually had the time to pester his boss to have a drink with him? The boss was too spoiled to him.

He can be lazy while working as an undercover agent in three different places. If one day he is sent to a new place by the zoo organization and becomes a fifth-level undercover agent...

In just a short moment, Gin thought a lot.

He completely ignored Jerez, who was trembling inexplicably, and went straight to sit on the other side of the boss.

Behind the bar is Irish Whiskey in a bartender outfit. This is the daily occupation he chose for himself, which makes it convenient for him to hang out in various bars.

He stopped wiping the wine glass and stared at Gin sitting in front of him with a smile.

"It's hard for you to come here when it's snowing so hard. How about a nice martini to warm your body?"

These people in the organization all knew a thing or two about Belmod's bartending, so in response to these meaningful words, Gin raised his head and glanced at him coldly, filled with murderous intent.

"——It's better to give him a 'dog nose cocktail', I think gin needs this the most." Jerez interjected.

No matter how good your personality is, it may be difficult for a person to accept being provoked over and over again, let alone someone who doesn't want to be offended.

He raised his hand to take out the Beretta, but at this moment, another hand stretched out from the side and held his hand.

It's the boss.

"Why do you three always quarrel when you meet?"

The man with black hair and red eyes sighed softly. His appearance made Gin hallucinate for a second Angstra, who always had a headache because of the noise caused by the three bottles of whiskey.

"Gin, Jerez - do you want the history of this building to be repeated?"

"..."

"..."

Gin lowered the brim of his hat in silence, while Jerez lowered his head to study the table.

The Daikoku Building was built fourteen years ago and bombed into rubble in the same year - the culprit was not the organization's enemies, but the fledgling Gin and Jerez, who did not have a codename at the time.

Ireland, who was not involved, laughed out loud.

The boss took back his hand and Gin put back his gun: "Same as before."

Ireland knew what he meant by the old one - a plain glass of gin without any additions - and they loathed each other, but at the same time they knew each other's habits like the back of their hand.

He casually picked up a bottle of gin, opened the lid with his thumb, poured it roughly into a small glass, and handed it to a colleague with the same name as the wine.

Then he turned to the boss, his expression became extremely respectful: "Sir, what do you need?"

Gin took a sip of gin and became accustomed to this completely different attitude.

The boss supported his chin with his hand and pressed the other hand on the wine list. He turned the page and when he scanned a certain wine name on it, his eyes froze.

"...Customize a cup for me."

He closed the drink list and looked towards Ireland.

"Based on Pernod ouzo, add a teaspoon of Cynar bitters."

Hearing the code name of a certain undercover agent, Gin tightened his fingers on the wine glass.

Jerez also raised his eyebrows. Because he had worn glasses for a long time in the past, he habitually pushed his fingers up the bridge of his nose when he was thinking. After touching the empty space, he did not feel embarrassed and took back his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Please wait a moment."

Ireland's face remained normal, and he turned around to get the two kinds of wine.

Gin watched Ireland's leaving figure.

He won't remember the names of dead people, but he remembers all the living code-named members of the organization. Currently, there is no Cynar wine in the organization, and Angstra is the only member whose code name is the type of Bit wine.

But it doesn’t exist now, which doesn’t mean it won’t exist in the future.

This is the biggest difference between the boss and Angstra. Sometimes he speaks directly like the troublesome kid, but sometimes his words are incomprehensible. It will not be until you experience it or witness it with your own eyes that you will suddenly understand and understand what he was at that time.

mean.

This time I specifically mentioned it with Panno, proving that there is a connection between the two, or something...

Similarities.

Ireland soon returned with the wine, and Gin turned his attention elsewhere.

"How's the relationship between Angstra's subordinates?" the boss suddenly asked.

"They are incompatible, especially Bourbon and Ley - Ley almost blinded Bourbon in one eye last night."

To Gin, this was just a trivial matter, so last night after notifying the logistics staff to repair the door, he only reported to the boss that Rai had passed the drug trial. Now that the boss asked about it, he mentioned this matter.

Jerez was a little surprised: "Is their relationship so bad?"

"Hmph..." Gin snorted coldly, "That vicious dog did it on his own. Before the interrogation, he kept provoking Rai and poking his sore spots... He was eager to bite everyone around his master except himself."

Thinking of the email from Bourbon he received in the afternoon, Gin drank all the gin in the glass and sneered as he heard the remaining ice cubes hitting the glass.

Not only that, the loyal dog also wants to investigate Angostela's past experience in France.

If it were someone else trying to investigate the past of an A-level member, Gin would definitely take a shot at him, but if it was this guy...

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On the other side, Cupido Town.

The music was deafening, and Dai Geeli, who was dressed in formal attire, seemed out of place here. Under the guidance of the waiter, he bypassed the dance floor area where the demons were dancing in the middle, and came to the deepest corridor of the bar.

The waiter stood in front of a box and said, "This is box No. 4."

The box door was tightly closed and there was no glass on it, so people outside could not see what was going on inside the room. Dai Jili nodded after a brief observation, and the waiter bowed and left quickly.

The corridor led straight into the depths of darkness, and the revelers in the distance would not care about the movement here. Dai Jili looked at the door and swallowed with a gulp.

When he tried to burn him to death last year, he never imagined that this blond mixed-race man would become like that.

He reluctantly got the code name because of his father's relationship. He knows very well who he can mess with and who he can't mess with. Although it sounds very spineless, this is how he survives in the organization.

After a long time of mental construction, Dai Jili finally opened the door to the box.

Bourbon raised his head from the sofa. His blond hair, which was once so brilliant in the sun, was now completely hidden in the dim light of the box, almost blending in with the black clothes.

One of his eyes was injured, and his gaze fell on Dai Jili. The other intact eye was bent in laughter.

Bourbon smiled kindly, but this smile reminded Dai Geli of the waterboarding interrogation, which made his hair stand on end - he pressed his hand on the door and almost ran away the next moment.

"Dai Jili, sit down."