Ming Ke: What’s wrong with me, Gin, having several aliases?

Rum forced a cracked smile on his face: "Anything else?"

Kurosawa had no expression on his face. He just pointed at the photo and said calmly but with unquestionable determination: "We don't have it in our action team. You pay to install one."

When Rum heard that it was just a small matter, his tense nerves relaxed a little.

He picked up a piece of sushi and put it in his mouth, chewing it.

"This is easy. I'll ask someone to help you tomorrow." After saying that, he picked up another piece of sushi and continued eating.

There was a sinister flash in Kurosawa's eyes for a moment, and he held Rum's hand with a look of "affection".

The force was so great that it made Rum's hands creak and seemed to crush his bones.

"Rum, can you tell me why it didn't happen before?"

There was a hint of threat in Kurosawa's calm voice, and Rum felt uncomfortable.

"I haven't even heard of this kind of thing. Have you betrayed me? Otherwise, why don't I know such a simple thing?"

Kurosawa pressed on step by step, even though every word he said made no sense and seemed to pose no threat to Rum at all, but the Boss could not tolerate traitors.

No matter how you talk about it, as long as it rises to the level of undercover and betrayal, things will be much simpler.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Rum's forehead, and time froze for a moment.

The drop of sweat slowly flowed down his cheek and finally dripped gently onto the sushi in his hand.

He had only one thought in his mind: It's over, I'm doomed.

"It's obviously the intelligence team, but every time they collect intelligence, it's either wrong or vague."

Kurosawa's tone was as calm as a windless lake, but beneath that calm lurked a chilling danger.

"Now your people can't even pass on information?"

"Rum, your people need to be reorganized, and you should talk to the boss about why you have been making so many mistakes recently."

Rum stood there, trying hard to keep a smile on his face, but the smile was extremely stiff.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his hands that were making sushi unconsciously exerted force and then loosened, loosened, and then exerted force again.

My heart was already surging with waves and galloping with countless "mmp"s churning through my mind.

Every time you reorganize, my intelligence team loses half of its people.

When he is chatting with his boss and you interrupt him, I don’t know how many inexplicable charges you will be accused of.

"Haha, Gin, just tell me how much you want. I'm a little old and my heart can't take it."

"Rum, I don't like repeating the same thing twice, and what I have in my hand is enough."

"Three hundred million dollars is still too much. I don't have that much money right now."

"You can write an IOU."

Kurosawa took out an IOU that he had prepared long ago, along with a pen and red ink, from his pocket and placed them on the table.

Rum looked at the IOU. The amount on it was exactly 300 million US dollars minus all his assets. The only thing missing was his fingerprint and signature.

Oh, not all of it. Kurosawa also left him 100 to help him make a comeback.

"You are really well prepared."

Rum's face was distorted. He gritted his teeth as he took the IOU, signed his name and put his fingerprints on it. He was very familiar with the whole process.

"You should think about how to convince the boss to give you funds."

After leaving these words, Kurosawa looked at Zhufushi Jingguang in the sack and said, "Let's go."

Kurosawa turned around and left, without even taking his big sack, as that would have been too damaging to his image.

Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated for a moment, but still took the big sack.

Su should like it.

I drove him back to the base to handle the formalities together...

After completing the formalities, Kurosawa and Jingguang waited obediently in the reception hall.

Kurosawa calculated the time to complete the task in his mind so that he would not be too late to find Conan.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was blatantly holding a cell phone with a jammer on it, looking nervous but pretending to be calm.

His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, eagerly hoping that Zero would reply to him soon.

I'm under suspicion, and we've been trying to distance ourselves from the organization lately—Scotch.

As he waited for a reply, his fingers unconsciously clenched the phone, and his fingertips turned white from the force.

Originally, Morofushi Jingguang also thought that it was just a coincidence that Gin, who always asked others for help yesterday, asked him to help with the mission.

But today, Gin not only had himself tied up, but also seemed strangely gentle to him.

It's like a well-fed wolf waiting for its prey to fall into the trap.

The most important thing is that he asked me to transfer to the action team today. This couldn't be a normal arrangement. It was completely a spur-of-the-moment decision.

There is only one possibility, he is suspected, and now, Gin thinks he is very dangerous and wants to keep an eye on him personally.

Furiya Rei was working part-time when he accidentally saw the message and his heart instantly sank.

What happened?

After Morobushi Kagemitsu told the story of what happened, Fūya Rei did not respond for a long time.

Maybe it's because he can't find any logical loopholes, even he can't convince himself, so Hagi is not targeted.

Time passed by minute by minute, and each second seemed as long as a century.

Two minutes later, Zhu Fu Jingguang still hadn't received a reply. He became more and more anxious and sent a tentative message.

Are you still there? -Scotch

Almost at the same second, the message came from the other side.

OK, I get it. —Bourbon

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at this brief reply with mixed feelings.

He slowly put down his phone and looked ahead with empty eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt as if he was in a dark abyss, and the air around him became heavy and depressing.

He didn't know what was waiting for him, further suspicion and persecution from the organization, or whether he would be lucky enough to escape this terrible predicament.

Kurosawa was originally trying to calculate the time, but when he noticed Jingguang's sudden sadness, he wanted to ask.

But asking a sad person why he is sad will only make him sadder.

Kurosawa moved his eyes around the reception desk, looking for a simple way to comfort her.

Of course, I didn’t find it in the end.

He took out a handful of candy from his pocket and handed it over. These were his favorite candies, but he didn't know if they would be of any use.

We should try our best to save the situation. We can't let Jingguang be so sad forever. He will be heartbroken.

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt as if something appeared in front of his eyes. His empty eyes slowly focused, and then he saw Su's favorite candy.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: .....Are they really not the same person?

Zhu Fu Jingguang tilted his head to the side and looked at the person who handed him the candy.

Cold and expressionless, how could this be Su?

Kurosawa: This is called the boss’s style.

Just a coincidence.

"No, I'm fine."

Seeing that he seemed to have really recovered, Kurosawa took the candy back.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a pill from his pocket, opened it and put it into Zhu Fu Jingguang's mouth.

A sweet taste spread in his mouth. Zhu Fu Jingguang narrowed his eyes and felt much better.

Anyway, the future is unpredictable, maybe I can clear myself of suspicion?

Anyway, be happy now.

Seeing that he was smiling, obviously happy, Kurosawa took out the remaining candies in his pocket with a broken heart.

Anyway, it’s the end of the month and the inventory has to be replenished in a few days.

(The author has something to ask for. I need to change the title of my book recently, but I am bad at naming, so I would like to seek help from readers.)