A group of people dressed up as Conan characters, and I guaranteed the Black Team's advancement

[Due to the massive damage dealt, the target's health has been reduced by 2, leaving them with 90/99 health.]

Upon hearing the warning tone, Jiang Jin looked at the explosion behind him and grinned even wider. Chianti, standing beside him, was only focused on her accurate shot that had hit the bomb on the car, and was quite satisfied with her marksmanship, so she didn't notice Jiang Jin's expression.

On the rooftop of the high-rise building, Gin, after witnessing the explosion on the bridge, put away his sniper rifle: "Withdraw, Vodka."

Tottori Prefecture.

No one knew that a large, impregnable base existed in the secluded mountains and forests.

Inside one of the base's rooms, the cold, dark metal walls created a sense of oppression, and a lone chair stood in the center of the room.

The silver-haired youth sat in a chair, both hands strapped to the armrests. In another room, out of his sight, a monitor displayed the youth's heart rate, pulse, and their average values.

The door to the monitoring room opened, and Bourbon's gaze swept across Jiang Jin on the monitor screen. Even with his hands restrained, the young man remained completely at ease. Sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, he didn't seem to show the slightest impatience.

"How's the situation?" Bourbon asked.

The interrogation was conducted by the organization's interrogation experts. Of course, Jiang Jin hadn't reached the point where torture was necessary, since he had essentially escaped from the hospital on his own, and it didn't involve leaking organizational intelligence.

Even so, despite escaping from the FBI, the organization, according to regulations, still needed to screen Jiang Jin. A lie detector test was used to initially determine whether Jiang Jin had betrayed the organization.

“So far, it seems that Duyago has not betrayed the organization. The data has already been sent up. What does the higher-ups mean?” the organization member in charge of interrogation replied. Bourbon nodded. “We can proceed to the next stage of screening. Take off his handcuffs.”

With two clicks, the handcuffs binding Jiang Jin's wrists were unlocked and retracted into a hidden slot in the armrest of the chair. Jiang Jin raised his hands and moved his wrists a few times. He looked up, grinned at the direction of the surveillance camera, then got up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the door.

The automatic door opened and slowly slid to one side, revealing Bourbon standing outside with his arms crossed, waiting for him.

"Hey, Ah Ling. Are you here to pick me up? I thought it would be the boss." Jiang Jin saw Bourbon and immediately opened his arms to greet him as if to give him a hug. Bourbon's gray-purple eyes swept over him, and he raised an arm to push Jiang Jin's shoulder back lightly. "I'm here to monitor you. From today onwards, I will be in charge of the second phase of the screening. You are still under suspicion."

Jiang Jin lowered his arm, unconvinced by Bourbon's words. He knew, of course, that dispelling the organization's suspicions wasn't as easy as chatting with that interrogation expert or checking his heartbeat.

For a long time to come, he will be monitored by the organization, both overtly and covertly, until it is confirmed that he has not committed any acts of betrayal during his period of being out of contact.

It can take anywhere from a month to a year.

"So I'm now under A-Ling's control? By the way, how are you going to monitor me?" Jiang Jin saw Bourbon turn and walk away, so he followed him in a few steps. "Are you going to keep me under close surveillance? How about you stay at my place, or I'll go to your place..."

Jiang Jin kept babbling on and on, saying that all his beloved guns were gone and he needed to order a new batch immediately, and then asking Bourbon what kind of paint would look good on the new car.

"What do you think of this Aprilia RSV Mille SP..." Jiang Jin asked, holding his phone as he followed Bourbon. Suddenly, Bourbon stopped, and Jiang Jin almost bumped into him. "Why did you stop so suddenly... um, boss?"

A tall man dressed in black with long silver hair stood in the corridor. His gaze swept over Bourbon before landing on Jiang Jin.

Since Jiang Jin belongs to the action group, the person to be monitored naturally cannot be from the action group. Moreover, Gin is indeed very busy and does not have time to do this.

And the higher-ups clearly assigned Bourbon to complete this task, which speaks volumes about the man's trust in Bourbon.

"You'd better not have any problems." Gin's voice remained as cold as unmelting ice, his dark green eyes fixed on Jiang Jin. "Otherwise..."

Jiang Jin knew what the other party had left unsaid in the second half of his sentence, otherwise Gin would definitely have come to kill him himself.

"Boss, I'm sure I'll be fine." Jiang Jin grinned. Bourbon glanced at Jiang Jin, then greeted Gin with a half-smile. Both of them seemed unwilling to talk much. "While I'm gone, remember to smoke less, boss."

Jiang Jin doesn't want his idol to die of lung cancer; that's absurd!

Bourbon gave an ambiguous "humph," it was unclear whether he was mocking Gin, Jiang Jin, or both of them, and then strode past Gin.

Jiang Jin could only hurry to catch up with the other person. But when he passed Gin, he rummaged through the pockets of his leather jacket and found a lollipop, which he put into Gin's coat pocket.

"Boss, this is the last one I have, it's mint flavored!" Jiang Jin said, then turned around and called out repeatedly, "Ah Ling, wait for me!"

Gin only looked away after the two men had walked through the automatic doors. He took out the mint-flavored candy from his coat pocket, glanced at it, sneered, and put it back in his pocket.

The blue and white Mazda was parked in the base's underground parking lot, and Jiang Jin unceremoniously got into the passenger seat. Bourbon merely glanced at him, opened the door, inserted the key, and started the car.

“I suddenly remembered, is it possible to shorten the investigation period or clear up suspicion if I can produce evidence during the investigation period to prove that I am absolutely innocent?” Jiang Jin asked Bourbon as he sat in the car.

Bourbon paused for a moment, then replied, "Yes. How come you can prove it so quickly?"

Jiang Jin leaned back, a glint of dark red in his eyes, and said with a calculating tone, "It will happen soon."

After Tumen Kanghui was murdered, everyone who participated in that program was investigated by the police, but after a thorough investigation, they couldn't find anything conclusive. The investigation could only focus on criminal gangs or terrorist organizations.

The "insiders" working overtime at the police station every day are trying to push the investigation further and further away, while of course, they also have to be careful not to be discovered by the biggest insider, Bourbon.

[The Winery Family]

Lu Renjia: "That's hilarious. With us around, how could we possibly find out?"

She Chu: "The biggest mole is in the investigation team."

Pei Nan: "How many people are in your investigation team?"

Lu Renjia: "Of the six, half are traitors."

Wu Yu: "The FBI wasn't much better. When you were in the hospital, it was obvious that the three of you were acting out Conan."

Bu Xuexi: "Sooner or later they will also experience what Master Qin went through, being surrounded by undercover agents."

Husky: "@Jinjiang, I hope you can come home as soon as possible and pay the water bill, okay?"

Zhongqun: "You're a mature husky now, you should learn to teach yourself."

Husky: "No money."

Jinjiang: "I'm not going back to live there recently, so I don't need to pay the water bill yet."

Husky: "Is it possible that I'm still home?!"

Jinjiang: "Oh."

Mei Maobing: "I found someone at the TV station who is very suspicious..."

Japanese TV station.

The young man with thick-rimmed glasses stared blankly at the messages in the group chat on his phone, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of anxiety in his expression.

His gaze shifted and landed on a certain office.

Ono was pondering how to describe the suspicious person he had discovered when he suddenly felt a chill, as if he were being watched by someone. He glanced outside the office but didn't see anything amiss.

"Tsk." The young man looked at his phone screen again, as if he wanted to type something. "Yuan Jun, there's a document here that you need to print out."

Someone called him, and the young man turned off his phone, decisively giving up, then pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses and replied, "Coming."