I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"I think you're making me mind my own business." Nan Ling said into the phone.

As soon as he went out, he received a call from Gin, and it was obvious that his actions had been under surveillance.

"Intelligence search has never been my strong point. You still want me to judge who is undercover?"

"The evidence doesn't matter." Gin said in the same tone as always, "The heart is the most important thing."

"Yo, this really has your style." Nan Ling said with a smile, "Then you trust me to have the ability to discern people's hearts?"

"Isn't that true?" Gin said impatiently. "Interrogation is your forte, don't tell me you can't do it."

Nan Ling smiled, "How can this be, how can I let you down."

"So, your conclusion?"

Nan Ling's mind quickly turned around.

Antoine, DK and himself... that's definitely not to say.

Amuro Toru involves the main line, it is better to try not to move.

Then...

"Conyak," Nan Ling said casually, "I'm curious how he passed the test."

"He's just as intermittent as you are." Gin said sarcastically.

"Don't tell me you don't know his former employer." Nan Ling changed his hand to hold the phone, kicking stones under his feet boredly, "Will the organization trust this kind of person who jumps around?"

"Organizations never trust," Gin said calmly. "Organizations only take advantage."

"It's so indifferent." Nan Ling didn't feel offended. After all, what Qin Jiu said was the truth. "It's not good for unity if you say it."

"Unity?" Gin seemed to have heard something funny. "You think this kind of gathering is for unity?"

"Isn't it?" Nan Ling asked with a smile.

"Don't pretend to be stupid." Gin seems to be patient today, and his tone is still calm, "The reason for doubt?"

"You know it well, don't you?" Nan Ling leaned against a tree and looked lazily at the blue sky peeking out from the branches and leaves, squinting because of the bright light, "I thought we would The two of them are very close."

He was pretty sure that Gin's main suspicion should also be this person.

According to the original work, although Gin doesn't like Toru Amuro, except in the pure black nightmare, he has not shown much doubt about Toru Amuro.

There was no voice from Jinjiu's side for a while.

Nan Ling waited for a while, "...Why don't you speak?"

"I'm wondering why you're talking so much nonsense." Gin said indifferently.

"Well... there's no evidence, it's just a feeling." Nan Ling thought for a while, and splashed dirty water without any psychological pressure, "Isn't it because the cyan origin has any thoughts on us."

Gin seemed to sneer, "Ignorance."

"Anything like that is fine," Nan Ling simply sat on the grass, "Will you handle it?"

"No need." Jin Jiu said without any hesitation, "Let's have a look, don't worry about it."

"This is... wanting to squeeze out the use value first?" Nan Ling smiled wickedly.

For undercover agents who already know their identities, as long as they haven't done anything out of the ordinary, the organization has always used them to death.

Undercover agents will work harder because they don't want to be exposed.

Sometimes it's better than others.

"This task is handed over to you." Jin Jiu did not respond directly to Nan Ling, "As for the blue origin... I'll leave it to you to keep an eye on it. You know the rules and act in covert manner."

"Okay." Nan Ling dragged his voice back.

Covert action? I don't know who was behind the helicopter shooting the Tokyo Tower.

But this task is also in his mind... He still hasn't figured out why the blue origin had to get along with him last time.

Is it because he helped the group of mice? Isn't this group of people a little too cautious?

"Oh right," Nan Ling seemed to suddenly think of something, "Don't hang up yet."

Gin's indifferent voice sounded, "Why—"

Nan Ling quickly pressed the hang up.

"beep--"

Gin's face turned black.

"Boss?" Vodka asked cautiously beside him.

The boss was on the phone with Chat just now...otherwise he wouldn't know who could make the boss so angry.

Jin Jiu was silent for a while, trying to calm down his mood.

He's a normal person, and he can't compete with a kindergartener like Charter who hasn't graduated from kindergarten at all.

Gin took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his expression had returned to normal, "It's okay."

He opened the door and got out of the car, looked up at the office building in front of him, focused on the big characters 'Four Wells Group' on the roof, and the corners of his mouth evoked a smile without a smile, "Let's go, meet our new ... collaborators."

The last three words were read with mockery by him.

Vodka is as good as it gets, "Good boss."

...

'Hell' nightclub.

"Are you going to make your work here your daily routine?" Toru Amuro asked, leaning on the back of the bar chair. He raised his eyes and looked at Merlo, who was standing behind the bar with a shaker in his hand, "I think you know a lot of people here."

"This is one of the largest intelligence trading markets." Melo shrugged, "No matter what, there is value here."

"Oh...? But you're not from the intelligence team, right?" Toru Amuro said casually in a chatty tone, "Speaking of which, have you met Rum?"

Rum is the head of the intelligence team...but Amuro has never met him.

Mello didn't take the tick, "It sounds like you've seen it before?"

"Then it depends on who you see." Amuro said ambiguously, "There have always been a lot of rumors about rum in the organization."

"I have no interest in a person whose gender is unknown and who may be very old." Melo said simply, "Let's not talk about this, do you have the answer to the question I asked you before?"

Amuro pondered for a while, "...Insufficient information, unable to determine."

"It's this one again." Melo put down the wine glass in his hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and slammed it on the glass countertop with a crisp sound, "I think I know why Chart and Gin hate you."

"Chat never said that he hated me." Amuro lied without blinking, "You only saw that the two of us got along well, didn't you?"

Melomer.

This man... he really has the face to say it.

Think she is blind, can't you see the undercurrent between the two of them?

"I don't care about the 'little secret' between you." Melo pointedly said, "As long as it doesn't affect the organization."

"How come." Amuro looked relaxed, "If you have a bad memory, I can remind you what I just said over there. 'The purpose of the organization is—'"

"—I'm not Alzheimer's." Melo really didn't want to hear his hypocritical speech again, "I remember it well."

She paused for a while, and seeing that Anshitou had no intention of speaking, she snorted, "If you're not interested in winning Qi, just don't make trouble."