Conan I am Surrounded by Undercover Agents

Jing Baiye's answer was within Fenrir's expectations.

Not killing the undercovers was not a betrayal of the organization, but that he was sure to control them and would not cause any losses to the organization.

"As long as you know what's going on." Fenrir sighed, "I just called to check on you. Since you're fine, I'll hang up... By the way, when do you plan to leave the United States?"

"In another week, I have to deal with the internal work of Sindora Group."

Now Jing Baiye is the actual controller of Sindora Group.

Since the group's profits belong to him, he must care about the treatment of the employees below, even if they don't know he exists.

Many companies in the United States also need to work overtime. Sindora Group itself has good benefits, and its employees' income is at the upper reaches of the industry. After looking at it, Jing Baiye did not raise wages, but doubled overtime pay, limited overtime hours per week, and added additional

Added a paid annual leave - you can take four weeks off every year, and you will still receive salary during this period.

In addition, Jing Baiye asked Thomas to send him all the files of tens of thousands of employees in the group, past assessments and resumes of new applicants. As long as he knows the name and appearance, the other person's ability value will appear on his system panel

On the basis of the other party's ability and past assessment, he will choose to keep the position unchanged, promote, transfer, fire or recruit new people.

So Jing Baiye will be very busy next week, but this is his obligation as a boss.

"Before you leave, you can come over and have a meal with us." Fenrir said.

Jing Baiye knew who he meant by "we": "Okay, I will contact you or Spiatus then."

…

After hanging up the phone, Jing Baiye put down the tea cup and returned to the bedroom with the phone in hand.

There was no sound in the bedroom, and the blond mixed-race man on the bed was still asleep. Jing Baiye looked at his closed eyes, feeling a little disappointed and walked to the bedside to sit down.

He kicked the floor below with his toes. In the middle of kicking, he was worried that it would disturb him, so he silently shrank his feet.

Jing Baiye looked at the screen of his mobile phone. The wallpaper on it was still the family photo that he had longed for but had taken in a nondescript manner.

He was indeed unhappy about being deceived, but after calming down, he found that he still didn't hate them.

During this period, Scotland and Bourbon took good care of his life. They did not cause him any financial losses, and they did not let him sleep well in the villa. As a result, when he opened his eyes, he saw a room full of secret agents and policemen.

Take him to jail.

Even if Jing Baiye was accidentally thrown into prison because he was sleeping too deeply, he would still be able to find a way to escape.

The system just reminded him...

[System, I remember you told me: If I am imprisoned, then all law enforcement staff in this country will be directly judged as enemies, right?]

Jing Baiye poked the system with his finger.

[What would happen if I used ‘Ke Xue Wushuang’ at that time? 】

Ke Xue Wushuang, his strongest skill.

It bursts out with peak power and slaughters all those who are judged as enemies. During the activation of the skill, he will not be tired, injured, or die. No matter how high-tech weapons are, he will not be able to cause any harm to him. There is only one fly in the ointment.

Yes, it has a limited number of uses and is beyond the control of the host.

[...There are other system hosts who have drawn the unparalleled skill and used this skill to personally wipe out the entire population of a country.]

The system did not answer directly, but gave him an example.

[In the middle of the killing, he couldn't stand it anymore, but his body was controlled by skills, and he crawled out of the mountain of corpses, ran to twist the throats of everyone in the orphanage next door, and then rushed to other places to continue killing. 】

[He did not stop until all 126 million people were dead.]

【That's really awesome.】

When Jing Baiye heard this example for the first time, he was surprised at its power, but at the same time he was glad that it had not been activated a second time.

After all, his benefactors who saved his house were the police, and he didn't want to retaliate and hurt them.

After Jing Baiye breathed a sigh of relief, he thought of his third subordinate again.

Scotland, Bourbon, and the Japanese police behind them never thought of attacking him in his villa, but the FBI people behind Ley tried to interrupt him while he was playing games.

However, Jing Baiye felt that Rai was unaware. He knew the patience of snipers very well. They were good at killing with one shot at critical moments and would not act rashly, so he was probably tricked by his teammates.

Since it has nothing to do with it, he will not be angry with him, let alone deduct his salary or impose other penalties.

——He will only give him and the FBI a gift.

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Canada, Toronto.

Akai Shuichi suddenly paused as he entered the building, and he looked around alertly.

His mission partner this time and also his monitor, the female sniper Chianti with a butterfly tattoo on the corner of her eye, noticed that he was not following, turned her head and said impatiently: "Ley? What are you looking at?"

"……nothing."

Akai Shuichi withdrew his gaze and took the elevator to the rooftop apron with Chianti, where a helicopter was parked.

Almost at the same time they arrived on the roof, a woman's voice came from their communication headsets.

"Chianti, you are responsible for flying the helicopter close to the TV tower; Rai, I will leave Aquavit to you."

"I hope you two won't disappoint me."

Akai Shuichi recognized this woman's voice. She was Angstra's guardian, Belmode.

She came to Japan for a short stay for a few days last year, and perhaps out of concern for her cubs, she called him. The condescending tone left a deep impression on Akai Shuichi, like a queen looking down on the servants of her little prince.

"knew."

Chianti sounded unhappy. Obviously she wanted to be the one who killed people, rather than a logistician who also took care of the surveillance work.

She got into the cockpit of the aircraft, threw the gun bag aside, put on a pair of aviation headphones needed by the pilot, adjusted the communication channel, and then raised her chin to Ley: "You sit in the back."

Akai Shuichi got on the plane silently.

The helicopter slowly took off and flew towards the tallest building in sight.

It was already setting sun, and that building stood out among the low buildings and soared into the sky. This is the tallest building in Canada and was once the tallest building in the world, the Canada National Tower.

Just by hearing the name, you will know that it is a landmark building in Canada.

"Chianti, a national documentary will be recorded there today, you'd better be careful not to be photographed~" Bermod reminded kindly.

"I know!" Chianti shouted.

Shuichi Akai opened his gun bag and began to assemble the sniper rifle sent by the organization after arriving in Toronto.

——He wanted to kill one of their undercover agents on a national landmark building while their countrymen were recording an important program.

Is choosing such a place and time because of convenience...or is it a malicious satire of the organization on the undercover like the last time he shot and killed the only son of an undercover agent in front of the police academy?

When he first heard about the mission, Shuichi Akai thought about going to Canada and then secretly contacted Aquavit and asked him to find csis to arrange a fake death escape for him.

But the person in charge of his mission this time was Belmode, and she seemed to be very interested in him. Even during his important visits, she would call him from time to time to ask questions, and there were other monitors watching.

He couldn't move his hands or feet. He had to kill him with his own hands.

He can only...kill his own kind again.