I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

“...... That's why I've invited a few of them this time!"

After giving a short speech, Shinichi looked at the people in front of him with a slightly curious gaze, wanting to see how they would react.

"We're all undercover, but we're not working for the same goal!"

As the oldest person present, Stott was the first to express his opinion.

It's obvious that the forces behind the people are different, and they may even be hostile to each other.

These forces sent people to go undercover in the organization, and naturally it was impossible for them to do so simply to punish evil and promote good, but to do so with their own goals.

Under the influence of various factors, even if you know that everyone is undercover, it is difficult for several people to cooperate immediately.

"I think it's okay to cooperate, at least our actions in the organization after "073" will be much easier. "

Mizuno leaned against the wooden box and offered a different opinion.

Her father died for the sake of undercover operations, so she also knew that if she could make the undercover work easier, she could make some concessions.

"But can you guarantee that the forces behind you won't go wrong?"

Huaquavit immediately retorted.

"Anyway, we already know each other's identities, so wouldn't it be nice to cooperate? "

Westlyn stood beside Mizuno and made her stand.

Although they come from different countries, as spies, several people master many foreign languages, and Sakura Chinese is naturally no exception.

In the small warehouse, there was a sudden sound of discussion mixed with different accents.

"It seems that your idea is not so easy to implement!"

Bourbon stood next to Shinichi and said jokingly.

"yes, isn't it time for you to come out?"

Patting him on the shoulder, Shinichi reminded with a smile.

"Me?"

"Of course, from your own experience. "

“......"

Bourbon suddenly fell silent when he said this, of course he knew what Shinichi was referring to.

It was a mission assigned by the organization, and he was working with his friend, who was also an undercover agent, but he made a mistake in the process.

This is also another heart disease of Bourbon.

If his friend really sacrificed for the undercover career, it would be fine, but in the end, he found out that the guy who came afterwards was also an undercover agent.

The unwillingness and anger of his friend's sacrifice in vain made Bourbon deeply hate the man named Shuichi Akai.

It is precisely because of this experience that he agrees with Shinichi's undercover cooperation plan.

If he had met this guy earlier, maybe he wouldn't have ......

Looking at Shinichi's childish face, Bourbon silently dispelled his assumptions.

It was already outrageous to have the ability to be like a monster at this age, and if Shin was a few years younger, he couldn't believe that kind of situation.

"Everybody look up to me! I'm announcing something ......."

A few steps forward, Bourbon's voice caught the attention of several people in the debate.

A heavy and sad memory of the past, which made Shui Wuxian and others sympathetic, but also deeply understood a truth.

It's also a good choice for undercover agents to sit down and have a good conversation.

"We actually have a few undercover agents in the CIA. "

"Our MI6 is also ......"

"CSIS also has several ......"

"BND is also ......"

After discussing with colleagues outside the warehouse, several people began to share some information that could be spoken.

As for the most confidential things, I will definitely not tell anyone else.

And Shinichi also achieved his goal this time.

Through the contact equipment of several people, although they did not meet with the forces behind them, they also succeeded in reaching some agreements.

To put it simply, peace!(If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

To some extent, Shinichi's operation was completely empty-glove white wolf.

just took the initiative to expose his identity that would have been found out, but in exchange for some important information that he had in his possession of several major forces.

With these undercover information in hand, Shinichi believes that not only do they dare not do it to themselves, but they will take the initiative to send someone to protect them.

Not to mention anything else, if he exposes the information of these undercover agents to the organization, especially the guy Gin, it will undoubtedly deal a heavy blow to these forces.

Speaking of gin, Shinichi suddenly wanted to know the guy's expression now.

A group of undercover agents conspired behind his back, and I don't know what kind of expression that guy will have....

......

“！！！"

In a secluded bar box, Gin, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly opened his eyes, took out his pistol and swept around vigilantly.

"What's the matter!

Vodka, who was in charge of guarding on the side, heard the movement and rushed forward with concern.

"It's fine. "

After carefully scanning the room with a cold gaze and making sure that there was no danger, Gin put the gun down.

Just now, he inexplicably felt a burst of malice, as if there was a group of undercover agents holding a meeting behind his back, how to be detrimental to the organization.

This made Gin, who already regarded those guys as rats, very unhappy.

"How's it going?"

Struggling to keep himself calm, Gin asked his loyal little brother.

"At present, we can only lock the scope on Mihua, the specific identity of that guy, and we have to wait for our undercover investigation in the Metropolitan Police Department to find out the information. "

Hanhan Vodka said honestly.

Because there was a homicide at that time, the Metropolitan Police Department would definitely take notes of those who were present, and perhaps leave some useful information.

"Hmph, this kind of thing like undercover can come in handy at this time. "

Gin snorted coldly, his expression revealing deep disdain.

"Anigi, what should we do when we find out the true identity of that Grim Reaper?"

Vodka poured 3.3 glasses of vodka for his eldest brother, and then asked curiously.

"Of course, let's make sure which side this guy is on!"

The corners of his mouth opened a dangerous arc, and Gin's eyes were filled with a murderous aura.

Obviously, if loyalty to the organization could not be guaranteed, then he would not hesitate to do it.

"I'll continue to take a break, and you're in charge of the vigilance. "

Gulping down the vodka from his glass, Gin lay down on the couch, lowering the brim of his hat, still holding the Beretta M92F tightly in his right hand.

Even now in the safe house set up by the Order, his vigilance has not diminished in the slightest.

"Yes!

Vodka replied with an oath.

Since the last time Gin was caught stealing photos, he has shown even more loyalty.

And on the sofa, Gin frowned, as if he had some nightmare.