Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover Chapter 361

9:13 pm, Paris underground base.

Ireland in the base dormitory. He rented an apartment in District 6, where security is better. Because of the special circumstances tonight, he could only stay at the organization base for one night despite his injuries.

However, this does not aggravate him. This kind of dormitory for temporary rest of code-named members has everything in it, and the configuration is no worse than that of the meticulously trained apartment outside.

Sitting on the bed, he drank a cold beer while watching the TV in front of him broadcasting the explosion in District 10. The building on the screen was bombed to a layer of charred wreckage, and the building next to him was not affected at all.

"At 8:04 tonight, an explosion occurred in a house along the Canal Saint-Martin. According to the police, this area is a long-term controlled area by gangsters, and the cause of the explosion is temporarily unknown..."

Ireland snorted and almost laughed.

A place has been controlled by gangs for a long time... Although it is true, it is powerful enough to speak out in front of the media in such an upright and open manner.

...But the most powerful thing is that he can single-handedly solve a certain bottle of bitter wine from those people.

Ireland drank all the beer in one gulp, threw the empty can into the trash can beside his feet, got up and walked to the door, intending to go to the kitchen to get a few more cans.

He walked to the door, the electronic door slammed open, and a figure just swayed past him.

"Angstra?"

The person in front stopped and turned around, still the pale face that was almost half wrapped in bandages.

"You're going to the kitchen? Let's go together." Ireland issued a temporary invitation.

"OK."

The two walked towards the kitchen together.

There was no one else in the corridor except for them, only the closed electronic door and the surveillance cameras above, and the sound of da da footsteps was very clear.

Ireland looked down at Angstra's expression and found that he was a little absent-minded.

"Do you have anything to worry about?" he asked straightforwardly.

"I encountered something unexpected." Angstra said in a low voice, "It's a pity that Ma Dan is dead, otherwise I would like to ask him."

Hearing the undisguised lowness in his voice, Ireland asked curiously, "How did he die?"

"I shot down the helicopter he was on."

... It turns out that the accident near the Eiffel Tower was also caused by him?

Ireland raised his eyebrows, but he was not surprised - he knew very well that the little bitter wine around him, which was much thinner than him, had this ability.

The kitchen is right in front of you, where everything is prepared for everyone's entrance. Of course, you need to unlock the complete palm print before you can pass. Angstra raised his hand to press his fingerprint.

Ireland suddenly asked casually, "How many people did you kill tonight?"

"Four hundred and sixty-three."

Angstra's voice was so light that it seemed as though he had only mentioned a few slices of bread in the morning.

"The boss said that gangsters always have a life of 100,000 yen regardless of their status. This time, it is temporary overtime, and it will be calculated at 1.5 times the usual rate. Ma Dan's life as a former DGSE official is more expensive, and one is worth 10 million yen. 1 million yen each for the two subordinates.”

"This is given to me by the boss, and the one given to me by Rum is not included. In short, I made a lot of money today..."

Speaking of how much money he made tonight, Angstra seemed to be in a better mood. He raised his head and glanced at Ireland with his clean and clear red right eye.

The electronic door opened, and Angstra went in first.

Ireland stood in place, watching Angstra's seemingly defenseless back, his tense body slowly relaxed.

...it's terrifying.

No matter how many times he watched or listened to it, every time he faced Angstra who had just completed the task, he would always have this feeling.

There are many members of the organization who can kill, but there is no one like Angstr

Obviously killing people, there is no fear and rejection in his eyes, and there is no trace of murderousness or malice. He does not feel guilty like a person in the sun, nor is he used to numbness or pleasure like a person in the dark.

No matter how many people he kills or what evil deeds he commits, it will not cause his mood swings.

Such an Angstra is more like a tool that can perform all tasks efficiently than a human being.

Mind-wandering Ireland was a step too late, but still stepped into the kitchen before the electronic door closed.

"An room!"

Angstra ran towards his subordinates, and the blond mixed-race man made an inconspicuous gesture and turned around slowly.

"...Angstra?"

Hearing his slightly hesitant tone, Ireland stopped and looked over suspiciously.

He had seen with his own eyes how desperate Amuro was when he was taking the elevator, and he also saw how crazy Amuro was interrogating the prisoner through surveillance. His despair and madness were all because of Angstra's departure. That fiery emotion made people feel look sideways.

Now that the little master he was thinking of is finally back, why is it in such a tone?

Ireland was instantly alert. Most of the people in the organization were suspicious, except for Angstra, who didn't care about these things.

Could it be that just now... all of them were used by this man to trick their acting skills? !

"I am back."

Angstra hugged Toru Amuro and gently comforted his hand along his back, just like the owner who came home was grooming the large golden retriever who had been watching the house for a long time.

"I said I wouldn't leave you... what happened to your finger?"

Angstra suddenly let go of Amuro Toru and took his hand carefully.

Ireland walked over to take a look, and found that there were several kitchen knife cuts on Amuro Toru's fingers. On the counter behind him, Western food appetizers, soups, main courses and snacks were readily available, and the sales were comparable to those in high-end restaurants.

Looking back again, Amuro Toru carefully held Angstra's hand back.

"Accidentally cut."

Amuro didn't notice that Ireland was watching him, and he only saw Angustra: "I'm really worried about you, thinking about where you are all the time, when you can come back, and will you come back when you come back? Injuried……"

The tenderness in his eyes gave Ireland goosebumps—not disgusting, but shock at the contrast to his interrogation.

"I'm not injured. Your injury is more serious than mine. Go and deal with the wound. You have a deep wound... Do you want me to help you?"

"it is good."

Ireland looked away from the owner and dog, who had completely forgotten he was there, and went to the refrigerator to get his beer.

It seems that he thinks too much, and the madness of Amuro Toru before and the enthusiasm he shows now is definitely from the heart - if this can make acting skills, this man is too scary.

And Angstra, too, how could it be an emotionless task tool who is willing to appease the members of the organization like this?

Ireland, speechless at his brain hole, left the kitchen with his beer.

"Jiangu, what do you think the undercover agent will do?"

"Get first-hand information and eradicate criminal organizations."

"More specific? What would you do while undercover? Would you kill someone or save someone?"

"You're going to kill people, and you're going to point your gun at the police buddies or innocent people you want to protect; you're going to save people, to gain the trust of the organization, to save some heinous people. Your success is not how many people you kill. Or how many people you save, but how long you can last in this environment and how much intelligence you get.”

"Even if you sacrifice innocent people, you can't be weak, even if your family and friends are killed, you can't be shaken... You can't trust anyone in that organization, you can understand them and grasp their weaknesses, but you must never give your feelings."

Speaking of which, the instructor's expression was a little loose.

"You have to remember that the essence of undercover is a tool. A tool for obtaining information and transmitting information should not have feelings."

"The process of undercover lurking is actually the process of changing from a person to a tool."

"It's very painful, I know, it will be very painful... Moral torture, conscience struggle, highly dangerous and oppressive environment, many undercover agents are not lost to their enemies, but to themselves who can't hold on."

"...Can you do it?"

The valley zero opened his eyes in the darkness.

Dreams and reality were intertwined in front of him, so he couldn't tell which was real for a while.

He knew that he had to control himself, this was not the place where the organization arranged it, it was a base of the organization, there might be some surveillance or bug in the room that he hadn't checked out, and Angstra slept on his shop.

But his chest was so suppressed that he could hardly breathe, making him unable to control himself for a while.

Undercover agents often suffer from serious mental problems, which Jiang Guliang heard from instructors in the past.

This kind of pain of his originates from mental pressure, and it started from the death of Ping Nai... No, it started from the time he was violently tortured by Gin. With the death of the undercover cia, he was accidentally bombed and seriously injured. Strange intermittent amnesia occurs, peaking.

Rei Gugu stretched out his hand and stared at the cut on his finger, thinking about the tragic death of the prisoner.

He knew it was done by himself, he had a clear memory, he even remembered the flash of joy in his heart when he saw the man struggling with drowning.

The agents' methods are not clean, and they will not reject torture to extract confessions when necessary, but they use those cruel methods to obtain information, not to satisfy their inner sadistic desires.

How is he any different from the guys in this organization if he's going to take pleasure in torturing his enemies one day? It is the same madman residue that will scourge the country.

Gu Ling felt that he had to go to a psychiatrist when he went back. He was afraid that if he continued, he would collapse first.

"...Can you do it?" The instructor's words were still in his ears.

"I……"

Zero Kutani muttered to himself, as if to answer a question from the past.

Just then, he felt the upper bunk move suddenly, the light on the column came on, and a hairy head poked out from above.

"Anshi, can't you sleep?"

Angstra lay there looking at him.

Jiang Gu Ling pressed the emotions in his heart and tried to squeeze out a smile: "I can't sleep for the time being, why haven't you slept?"

"I'm chatting with someone," Angstra replied.

The valley fell completely awake all of a sudden.

Why does the little devil want to chat without sleeping at night? Who is he talking to? Hiro? Shirley? Zhuxingda's gloomy Gin No. 2? Or... the boss of the organization?

He saw the explosion in District 10 and the helicopter crash near the Eiffel Tower from the news, especially when the former was bombed by a local French gangster, and Angstra was so troubled that the boss of this organization might send him an email to communicate.

After getting the instrument, Jing Baiye was at a loss.

Panno's home was in District 10, and after his exposure, it was not unexpectedly cleaned up by the organization. He had seen Panno's relics, and there was no such instrument in it. At that time, he didn't care, thinking that Panno hated him, so he threw his gift away.

Why is it with his boss?

Did Panno give it to him, or did he steal or **** it from Panno?

Jing Baiye didn't understand, and he had a faint guess in his heart, which was quickly denied by himself.

In any case, Panno's betrayal of him was real.

He wants to catch him.

And after getting along for a year, he knew how much he cared about his belongings - he had to hunt down the thief for a door lock, and was compensated for a trip before letting go - why did he choose such an important villa catch him?

Jing Baiye didn't think much, he forced himself not to think too much.

He took the machine back and hurriedly returned to the base to find Amuroto. In the phone booth, his expression was particularly disturbed and painful.

After returning, Jing Baiye had a delicious dinner and went to the dormitory with Amuro Toru, planning to stay here for one night and go back tomorrow.

Then he fell asleep.

Jing Baiye didn't dare to turn over and over again, because the dormitory was a bunk bed, and he was worried that if the shaking was too strong, he would wake up Anshitou below. He held the quilt for a while, took out his mobile phone and decided to find someone to chat with.

Considering the time difference, he only emailed Spiatus. He didn't say anything about the instruments, just Panno.

[Why did Panno want to arrest me at that time? ——angostura]

He couldn't ask Belmode, gin, or rum, because their answer would only be - that guy is undercover, and it's only right that he wants to catch you, a member of the organization he's blinded by.

Including himself, thought the same thing before going to Japan.

【What do you want me to answer you? 】

Jing Baiye was stunned for a moment by Spiatus' flat tone.

As an undercover agent to arrest a member of the organization, this is the most common and reliable answer... What does he want Spiatus to tell him?

[This is a matter between you, if you want to know, go check it out yourself. 】

Their boss is all-knowing and omnipotent, and the only hard hand is the inability to understand emotions.

"I was chatting with someone~www.mtlnovel.com~ Jing Baiye was lying on the side of the upper bunk bed and looking at Amuro Toru below, he noticed that this subordinate's mood was not right.

Now it's easier for him to understand him, and he can see that his emotions are tense at this time... If he had to find a reference, it was very similar to the time when Ethan Bentang died of insomnia.

It's just that he hated and hated the organization that time, and the negative emotions this time are more like what he has generated to himself.

Jing Baiye retracted his head and jumped directly from the upper bunk to the ground. He walked to Anshitou and carefully looked at the expression on his subordinate at this time.

"……Are you in pain?"

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