Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Two plainclothes officers suddenly jumped in from outside the dilapidated house. One of them handcuffed the criminal and handed him over to the police, while the other stayed to help clean up the mess.

The old man took off his white wig and threw it on the ground. He took the tissue handed to him by his subordinate and began to wipe the makeup off his face. As he wiped, he asked, "Are you done with your work?"

The police officer said affectionately, "It's done. The Haig team's tasks have all been handed over and completed."

"Very good." Officer Miyamura smiled. "I'll give you two months to prepare a perfect fake identity. After two months, you'll be Morobushi Kagemitsu's contact."

Although Zhu Fujingguang was traveling around the world with Aquavit, he still had connections with the public security.

His childhood friend Asahina Mirai used to follow him around to clean up after him all day, and now she comes to him to complain whenever she has something to do.

Single men just don’t know how valuable time is to those who have girlfriends.

The officer rubbed his chin and said, half-seriously, "I still want to be the contact person for Junior Brother. He's very capable and seems like a lot of fun."

"Takeshita," Officer Miyamura reminded his overly lively disciple, "Officer Morobushi isn't that lively. Don't scare him."

Officer Takeshita smiled slightly: "Okay, teacher, I understand, teacher."

I'll scare him a little more when I get back. How can an undercover agent be so timid?

As if realizing that he was planning something bad, Officer Miyamura glanced sideways at him and met Officer Takeshita's feigned innocence.

He pretended not to see it, as he believed that Takeshita knew what to do.

Officer Miyamura handed the black card to the student and said with a gentle smile, "You can use this card as your activity funds."

Officer Takeshita's eyes lit up, and he happily took it and said, "Thank you, teacher."

The teacher is still reliable.

Officer Miyamura fixed her makeup, took off her dirty coat and threw it on the ground. She took the suit handed to her by the student, put it on, buttoned it up, put on her glasses, and said, "I'll leave this to you."

"is teacher."

After figuring out what the organization was doing from Vodka's attitude and words, Officer Miyamura left satisfied.

I once again felt that vodka is really useful.

Not an undercover, but better than an undercover!

After he left, Officer Takeshita walked briskly over to the coat and squatted down: "We have to reassure the teacher."

He took out a remote-controlled bomb from his arms and placed it on his clothes, then left leisurely.

Not far from the door, he pressed the start button with a smile on his face.

There was a loud bang.

An explosion sounded, flames burned behind him, the high temperature of the fireworks distorted the air, and the aftermath of the explosion fluttered Officer Takeshita's long windbreaker.

He was like a ghost walking out of the fire, mysterious, unpredictable, and extremely strange.

Under the bright flames, his gaze fell on the card and he muttered, "The fraud team's disguise materials need to be replaced and increased. I don't know if the funds inside are sufficient."

"It seems I have to find a way to open source it."

"I wonder if there are other scapegoats like Vodka in that organization, or rather, sponsors. For example, the Irish guy. Should we try to contact him?"

I heard that he seems to like pure white, clean and harmless things?

Officer Takeshita touched his cheek. He looked gentle and elegant without his glasses. Dressing up as a Yamato Nadeshiko was very suitable for him. Shouldn't he attract people?

Officer Takeshita, who had lost his moral integrity, had a bad idea and happily went to make a fake identity for himself.

Hoover Building.

After Akai Shuichi left, Carmel couldn't help but ask, "Mr. James, do you think Agent Akai's guess makes sense?"

James' eyelids twitched, and he said in a smug tone, "Agent Akai has extensive experience dealing with criminals. We should trust his judgment."

Looking back at the criminals that Agent Akai had arrested and contacted over the years, he was always able to predict their thoughts and plans.

Well, that's totally fine.

November 11nd, the fifteenth day of the Worrier Card Equipment.

In the afternoon, the boss, who was recuperating on a Pacific island, received a call from the security team, saying that Japanese police disguised as fishermen had already landed on the island.

BOSS: ? ?

a bolt from the blue!

He just moved to a new place for recuperation and has been living there for less than a month!!

The boss didn't care about anything else and immediately asked his trusted subordinates and doctors to take him away from the Pacific island by helicopter.

The public security fighter planes were chasing him like a dog. Fortunately, a typhoon suddenly arose in the Pacific Ocean, blowing the fighter planes all over the place, and he managed to get rid of the police.

But even so, by the time the BOSS was truly safe, a day and a night had passed.

He was filled with anger and asked Gin to investigate who betrayed him. There were only a few people who knew his location, so he had to investigate them one by one, even if it meant killing them all.

He does not tolerate betrayal.

As a result, before the call was made, bad news came. Most of the organization's secret industries in Japan were completely paralyzed, and the bases and laboratories suffered a devastating blow.

The boss almost died without catching his breath. With trembling hands, he called Vermouth and asked directly, "Where's Tennessee? What is he doing?"

All this happened so fast that it caught us off guard.

He suspected that Tennessee was behind all this and was trying to take revenge on him.

It didn't make sense that he would be chased and made homeless right after he threw the person into the laboratory.

With Tennessee's wisdom, background and connections, he can find out a lot about the organization, and only Tennessee has the ability to do such a thing.

Vermouth was stunned for a moment, then said carefully, "Tennessee has been in the laboratory and has been in a coma for the past two days."

BOSS: ? ?

He was stunned for a moment, then asked sternly, "Did he wake up and contact anyone during the journey?"

Vermouth was checking the surveillance footage. She skipped through the experimental projects at eight times the speed, feeling very complicated.

It seems that the brainwashing is not complete yet. Oh, what a poor thing.

"I'm sure he hasn't woken up yet. Everything like his cell phone has been taken away, and the lab is also blocked from the internet. It's impossible for him to contact anyone."

The boss hung up the phone, feeling very anxious.

Not Tennessee?

Could it be that Tennessee had prepared in advance?

Or is there really someone else?

The boss, after calming down, felt that he had been impulsive and might have overestimated Tennessee.

No matter how powerful Tennessee is, it is impossible for him to know his location and the industrial distribution of the organization so quickly without any clues.

Some industries were kept secret for decades, and have changed owners for several generations. Tennessee is not a god.

So was there someone else who betrayed him?

The boss had a sinister look in his eyes and called a meeting with Rum, Gin and Vermouth, asking them to work together to investigate the identity of the traitor.

His eyes were sinister. "Since it was the Japanese police who did this, the undercover agent is most likely a member of the police. Rum, have the undercover police investigate who is lurking in the organization!"