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

The Ministry of Public Security has just experienced a hacking incident. The intruders took away the list of people who were undercover in the organization and are currently being intercepted.

Curaçao headed in a specific direction with a clear goal in mind, where she encountered Bourbon, who was supposedly there to intercept her but was actually there to provide backup. However, Curaçao did not know Bourbon's identity; she had only seen him on the list of undercover agents she had just seen.

The two quickly exchanged blows. Bourbon caught sight of someone chasing from behind and deliberately created an opening. Curaçao paused for a moment, glanced at Bourbon, and then immediately seized the opportunity to break free and escape through the window.

“Mr. Furuya!” Kazami Yuya saw Bourbon and instinctively stopped. Bourbon glanced at the people behind him and said, “I’ll go after them. You guys stay here and check what documents they might have taken.”

Kazami Yuya naturally trusted Bourbon, so he immediately ordered people to investigate the whereabouts of the intruders.

As Curaçao sped along, he sent the list of undercover agents he had just seen with one hand. Suddenly, a Chevrolet sped out, and Curaçao swerved, dropping his phone to the floor under the seat.

Bourbon, who caught up later, saw the familiar Chevrolet and his expression immediately turned grim. He stepped on the gas and gave chase. The three cars raced back and forth on the highway, especially Bourbon and Shuichi Akai, who for a moment seemed unsure whether they were chasing someone or hoping to cause an accident for the other.

Curaçao thought the two people behind her were too busy fighting to pay attention to her, and was about to speed away. Unexpectedly, Shuichi Akai managed to pull out a gun and shoot out her tires while he was driving.

The highway was blocked by a chain of traffic caused by Curaçao's car. By the time Bourbon and Akai Shuichi got out of the car to look for him, Curaçao had disappeared without a trace, except for a smoking car.

[Stout, Wisley, Aquavit, Ki...]

Gin's black trench coat blended into the night. He leaned against the Porsche, looking at the message sent to his phone with a cold expression. Then, a cruel smile appeared on his lips, the corner of his mouth dangling from his cigarette.

"Stout, Wisley, Aquavit, you can make your move on these three now." Gin held the satellite phone, each name he uttered sounding like the pronouncement of death.

At the same moment, in different places, accompanied by Gin's voice—

A bullet was fired from Big Ben, pierced the glass of a double-decker bus, left a mark on the temple of a man dressed in black, and then pierced through another pane of glass next to it.

With the photo dangling from his mouth, Cohen glanced at it after confirming the target's death and replied through his earpiece, "While I trust you, but... Stout, it's done."

At the top of the CN Tower in Toronto, a man in black lay dead. Through the sniper scope, after seeing the man fall, Chianti's eyes lit up even more: "What a gruesome death. This is what happens to traitors."

On Museum Island in Berlin, Germany, a figure was desperately fleeing for his life when a faint gunshot suddenly rang out in the darkness, causing the fleeing figure to pause abruptly before struggling and collapsing to the ground.

Bright red blood slowly seeped out from the ground, and the person who had been shot still had a pair of beautiful, resentful eyes open.

A pair of black military boots appeared in the last sight of those eyes. The other person half-squatted down and closed those eyes with one hand.

As all the sounds faded away, she heard only one voice: "Goodnight, BND agent. In your next life, don't be an undercover agent."

Following the line of sight from the ground upwards, the owner of the voice straightened up, his short silver hair standing out starkly in the darkness. Jiang Jin threw the body into the Spree River, then stood in the shadows under the bridge watching the cruise ships sail by in the distance.

Jiang Jin thought for a moment, then took out his phone and made a call: "I'm sorry to bother you so late..."

Tokyo, Japan.

In the warehouse at the dock, three people were tied up. When Jiang Jin arrived, he saw Gil among them, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes.

This time, Curaçao's operation was planned by higher-ups and Rum, and the level of secrecy was clearly beyond what someone of his rank could know.

Jiang Jin only received orders from Gin to go to Berlin. It wasn't until he confirmed that his mission was to deal with the organization's member in Berlin, Wei Shilian, that Jiang Jin realized it was related to Curaçao.

He asked Vermouth to leak the news that Kiel was problematic to his superiors, but unexpectedly, the superiors directly ordered Rum to send Curaçao to the police station to investigate.

The fact that they were sent to keep watch before the operation even began suggests that the authorities had suspected these people from the start. Kiel's problem was merely a trigger.

But... what's going on right now?

"Boss, didn't they say there are still rats in Japan? Why haven't they killed them yet? Why are they tied up instead?" Jiang Jin asked loudly, looking at the three people who were tied up.

Vodka glanced at Gin, and seeing that Gin's expression showed no intention of hiding anything, he said, "The list of undercover agents sent by Curaçao was incomplete. I don't know what went wrong. The last name only had a 'K', so the boss arrested all three of them."

Jiang Jin looked at the three people who were tied up. He didn't recognize the other two besides Gil.

"Gin, this isn't fair to us, is it?" Condi was naturally indignant. How could he be killed just because his code name started with the letter K?

Kiel glanced at Gin, his face still cold and unreadable. Was the organization equally suspicious of all three of them, or was this just a trap set for her?

Who is the person who knows her secret? When will they reveal themselves?

"No news from Curaçao?" Jiang Jin asked.

Vodka shook his head, while Gin said, "We still can't get in touch with her."

Jiang Jin turned to look at the sky outside, which was beginning to lighten. He knew that Vermouth would find Curaçao once it was dawn.

"The boss didn't call me back just to stand here and wait, did he?" Jiang Jin asked.

Gin raised his dark green wolf eyes and looked at Jiang Jin: "That woman Vermouth wants you to go and help her. We can't let her be out of contact for too long. Find her immediately, and then confirm..." Gin's cold gaze swept between the three of them, "Which of the three of them is the damned rat?"

The sky was completely bright.

The newly opened Tokyo Aquarium welcomed a large number of visitors this weekend.

Bourbon was dressed casually, but his brow remained furrowed. If it weren't for Shuichi Akai's interference last night, Curaçao wouldn't have disappeared.

"Why isn't this guy here yet?" Bourbon glanced at his watch, his gray-purple eyes scanning the passing tourists, both men and women.

"Here we are, Zero." Bourbon turned his head and was met with a smiling face. The other person was wearing jeans and a casual shirt, with long platinum blonde hair casually draped over their shoulders.

Bourbon was used to it, but he still couldn't help but ask, "If you're not looking for Curaçao, why are you pretending like this?"

"You'll see why I pretended then," Jiang Jin said in a low voice, then grabbed his arm and deliberately raised his voice, "Let's go, Ah Ling, let's go to the aquarium."

The two strolled leisurely around the aquarium like an ordinary couple, but in reality, they were both observing the visitors.

"Belmod said Curaçao is here?" Bourbon asked in a low voice.

“No,” Jiang Jin replied.

Bourbon's brow twitched: "So you called me over? What are you planning?"

"What can I do? Find someone. The list of undercover agents in Curaçao's head is crucial to whether we can catch that rat, Kiel," Jiang Jin said frankly. "If the 'K' that wasn't finished talking about isn't Kiel, it will put me in a difficult position."

Bourbon's eyes flashed, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly someone called out to them—"Mr. Amuro, Ms. Amamiya..."