[Group Conan] The organization is called the Fifth Personality

"What about you, Chianti? Tell us where you are not happy. We will try to improve it for you."

Chianti looked at the dozens of books on the bookshelf next to her. The top row was all about communism, revolution, socialism, etc., and the books below gradually changed from classics to various novels.

After thinking for a moment, she said:

"I want to read novels online."

Hearing this, Cook's eyes lit up: Go online! Chianti must have done that to make them relax their vigilance. His acting skills are really good. He fooled me. If they agreed to this request, wouldn't it be a chance to contact the organization!

"You can change the function of your mobile phone or computer to only read novels. It's too painful to wait for you to send books every day. I have read some of these books several times."

Chianti has long recognized the reality. Instead of tormenting herself every day thinking about what to do in the future, it is better to live every day now. Although she misses her sniper rifle a little bit, the short-lived happiness when reading novels can still make her forget about those things temporarily.

Cook's straight back bent back again, and it was a mistake.

The first mate pondered for a while: "Okay, just treat it as a reward for your good performance, and I'll send it to you in two days."

"That... that, I want it too. If possible, can you add a game function?"

Cook blushed after saying this. As a member of the code name, he now has to beg others to read novels and play games. It's definitely not that he is too easy to give in. He is lowering their vigilance so that he can wait for an opportunity to kill them!

"Kacha--" The mercenary took a photo, and the code name member blushed online. It was 99% new. It was a pity that it couldn't be packaged with vodka and sent to Gin, otherwise Gin would know that it was them who did it, not the zoo.

Cook: Humiliation! Too much! He will never beg them again. Novels and games are not necessary!

The first mate thought that this request was not too much, so he agreed to it: "Okay, you're doing well, just wait two more days."

"Okay, thank you." Cook responded immediately. Since he had agreed, he said no and might make him unhappy. He was just being sensible.

"When Vodka wakes up, you know what to say and what not to say, right?"

"I know." ×2

"That's good. If we find out that you're trying to do something destructive, hehe."

The first mate was quite satisfied with the attitudes of the two. After saying that, he moved a stool and sat down, just quietly watching Vodka wake up. The mercenary and the prisoner also sat over. For a while, there was only the sound of breathing in the whole space.

The three seemed distracted, but they were actually chatting with their classmates in their brain channels. Cook gave up after secretly observing for a while and took out a copy of "The Shadow Emperor" from the bookshelf to read.

Half an hour later, Vodka was still lying there, and the prisoner was a little impatient, so he shocked him. When the current increased to a certain level, Vodka finally sat up with a start.

He sat there blankly for a while before he came to his senses. When he saw the three men outside the iron railings, he was alert at first, and then tried to look relaxed.

The mercenary turned on the camera, and Vodka guessed that he was going to send his performance to his superiors so that they could decide how to deal with him. He must perform well to make them believe that he decided to betray the organization and wanted to join the zoo.

"Ask me anything you want to ask. I will tell you everything I know and I will never lie."

"Really? I heard many people say that you are loyal to the Black Organization."

Vodka was shocked: "How is it possible? I have wanted to leave the organization for a long time. If it weren't for Gin who has been watching me all the time, and if it weren't for the cruel means used by the organization to deal with betrayers, I should be free now.

If someone from any organization helps me leave the organization, I am willing to join that organization to show my gratitude. I will definitely do my mission well and never be lazy."

The first mate and the mercenary restrained their smiles. The prisoner turned his back and his face changed eight expressions in ten seconds.

"So what you mean is that you hate Gin?"

"That's not right. He only knows how to order me around all day long. Obviously, I am also a code member. I have no dignity in his eyes."

Although he was getting more and more flustered, Vodka still insisted on saying it: If I say this, they should believe it, right? Alas, it's a pity that I have been undercover in the Black Organization for so long, and now all the prestige and trust I have accumulated will be lost. But it doesn't matter. I, Dmitri Andreevich Popov, can still achieve such brilliant results even if I change to another organization!

"You want to join us." The first mate asked this question in a calm tone, and Vodka nodded:

"Although I don't know you yet, I really feel your strength. I yearn for a strong organization, and I want to realize the value of my life with you."

Vodka explained his intentionWish, and then promote myself: "I know a lot of things, including firearms, computers, driving, etc. I have a certain level of accomplishment, and I have a lot of mission experience. In the past years, I have been on missions with Gin, and he has never thought of replacing me, which shows that my ability has been appreciated by him."

The first mate and the mercenary nodded at the same time, but:

"Although you sound sincere, who knows if you are lying? You are not still thinking about how to return to the Black Organization?"

"Impossible, it is impossible to return to the organization. Please believe me, if I join your organization, I will definitely do my mission well!"

The mercenary turned off the video: "We will consider it. Let me introduce it to you. Our organization is called Zoo. You should have heard of it."

Vodka had heard before that there was an organization whose codenames were all animal names. In secret, they all called this organization Zoo. If I remember correctly, the zoo's goal was a gem called Pandora. It is said that its efficacy is related to longevity. It can be regarded as the same purpose as the Black Organization, but the direction is different.

"Yeah." Vodka nodded.

"Then we won't introduce them any more. Goodbye." The three of them stood up and left.

??? Why is it different from what he imagined? Shouldn't this situation be introduced in detail? Just leaving like that, is it bad for his senses?

Vodka watched them go away, and then saw Chianti's figure: Wasn't she taken away by the Fifth Personality? !

Could it be! The Fifth Personality has been in collusion with the zoo for a long time?

Thinking of what the Fifth Personality did, he reasonably guessed that one of the two organizations had a goal to eliminate the Black Organization. This is not a trivial matter, and he had to find an opportunity to pass the information back to the FSB.

Vodka didn't know that he would think in this direction because the first mate gave him a psychological hint.

Coming out of the wine cellar, the three of them burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, I'm really dying of laughter. Vodka's performance is too cooperative. Gin must be so angry after watching the video."

"That's right, these words are absolutely accurate in exposing Gin's thunder. In the future, Gin will not only lose a little brother who drives for him, but also have a thorn in his heart that can't be removed."

"His suspicion will definitely reach a new level."

After laughing enough, the few people began to think about business. The prisoner touched his face twice:

"I like this face very much, but it's a pity that I have to live with a disguised face in the future, and I have to change my place to live."

The first mate comforted him: "It's okay, let the little girl disguise you as a super handsome guy, and then move to Beika Town to live, you will have the opportunity to live a more exciting life, such as participating in a murder case, and crossing the Conan world to encounter a murder case is also a way to check in."

"And this is just a necessary sacrifice for making trouble. Think about it, at least we caught another bottle of wine, and we can still make fun of Gin later, so it's not a loss." The mercenary patted his shoulder.

"That's true." The prisoner felt comforted.

Two hours later, Gin received a strange video in his mobile mailbox. The cover of the video was vodka. He didn't click it to watch it immediately, but asked the technician to check whether it carried a virus and try to find the person who sent the video.

Not long after, the technician said that this was just an ordinary video, but the person who sent it could not be found.

Gin didn't say anything and returned to the Porsche to click on the video.

The first time, he almost crushed the phone with his hands after reading it. The second time, he analyzed where Vodka was. The third time, he was thinking about how to kill Vodka.

‘Buzz buzz——’ Gin’s phone vibrated twice. The investigation of the suspect in the concert disappearance case had a result. The person’s identity, address, social network, etc. were all available, but the address was probably the only useful one, because his social network was nothing but buying things.

Gin drove to the prisoner’s place at almost the speed limit. This was in the suburbs, and there were no pedestrians around. His intuition told him that there was no ambush, so he got out of the car and went to the door and forced the lock with a gun.

There was a card at the entrance behind the door: You are a step late~ But I have prepared a surprise for you, so that you will not come in vain→

Looking along the arrow, Gin successfully saw the shit in the gift box. To be precise, it was not shit, but cake made to look like shit.

[Man with codename Electric Eel (Prisoner): When the mercenary and I were dealing with some things in my residence last night, we left a surprise for Gin, and he should have received it by now.

Novel Creator (Novelist): What surprise? Is it a surprise but no joy?

Bounty Hunter (Mercenary): It must be a surprise and a joy. We stayed up all night to make the cake for him.

Master Sculptor (Sculptor): Gin will never eat cake, so you should not have tampered with the taste. Tell me, what is the shape of the cake?

Man with codename Electric Eel (Prisoner): It was guessed, hehe, it's poop. To be honest, if it's white, it's ice cream, and the shape is still quite cute.

I Love Invention (Mechanic): You guys are really creative.

Novel Creator (Novelist): In order not to waste this hypnosis opportunity, we will take Vodka out on a mission the day after tomorrow, and send him back after he has worked for half a month, focusing on making the best use of everything.

I Love Invention (Mechanic): And avoid Gin on his mission, otherwise it will be no fun to be killed by Gin all at once.

Master Sculptor (Sculptor): I apply to take him on a mission! 】