Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

The organization's base on the outskirts of Tokyo is very secretive. Apart from researchers, only senior members with code names can enter and exit here.

On weekdays, the place is empty and unpopular.With the arrival of the gin, the members who had been communicating by the aisle retracted their heads one after another and hid in the room.

In all fairness, they were not that afraid of gin.After all, everyone has reached the top of the organization, and no one is worse than the other.

It's just because Gin's complexion is really bad today, and the temperature around him is definitely lower than the average temperature in the base, and no one wants to touch this mold with trouble.

What's more, today Gin Jiu changed his image of a cool guy who came and went like the wind, and carried a big bag of things in his hand.

Although I don't know what's in there, it must not be easy for this long-haired killer to hold it in his hand so carefully.

For such things that may involve confidentiality, it is better to be ignorant and safe.

The footsteps stopped in front of a large lounge, and Gin aggressively reached out and pushed open the closed door.

With a bang, the eyes of all the members in the lounge were cast over.

There were quite a few people in the lounge by this time—vodka, Scotch, Keel, Green, and Mark, who was lying on Grappa's lap.

Gin Jiu ruthlessly put the big bag of things in his hand on the table, then put it into the windbreaker pocket and leaned against the door frame, blocking the door.

"This is..." Scotland looked at the vaguely outlined object with some hesitation.

He had a guess, but wasn't sure.

After all, this kind of thing can't be related to Qin Jiu.

The Maoyan youth felt that the possibility of Gin Jiu coming in and directly declaring that everyone present was an undercover agent or a traitor was greater than the possibility of him showing up in the lounge with this thing.

But you can never predict how ridiculous the reality will be.

So Scotland thought after Vodka opened the big bag.

Facing the big cake in the center of the square table, the whole lounge fell into deathly silence.

Has Gin's head finally burned out from overwork?

At this moment, the people present reached a unity of thought in an incomparable tacit understanding.

Oh, except for the vodka, he was staring at this dessert that didn't match the style of the entire base with great interest.

Mark, who was lying down and enjoying combing her hair with her fingers, sat up straight all at once. She took out the pistol/gun attached to her waist with lightning speed, and pointed it at the man at the door.

"What are you trying to do disguised as gin?"

The atmosphere became more rigid.

Even Grappa, who has always been taciturn and indifferent to external things, maintained his previous posture, raised his head and glanced at Gin lightly.

But it's more likely that he's upset that Mark is off his lap.

Green rested his chin on his hands, watching this scene with great interest.

"Mind yourself." The words were obviously addressed to Mark.

After that, Qin Jiu no longer cared about the other party's reaction, but looked around at the people with different expressions.

He raised his chin slightly, gestured towards the big cake, and said in a tone that was almost commanding: "Eat."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned around and walked out of the lounge, disappearing into the corridor.

Crowd: ...

"Is this... what kind of test?" Kiel cautiously asked his colleagues.

No one could answer her question.

Everyone cast their expectant eyes on Green, the veteran of the intelligence team.

If one of the people present was most likely to know some relevant information, it was naturally him.

As for Mark, who is also in the intelligence team, her performance just now is enough to show that she also knows nothing about this matter.

"How can I guess what Gin is thinking?" Green shrugged with a smile, "But I heard a piece of news."

"For this mission in Yokohama, the boss has noticed that there are undercover agents in the organization, and is asking Gin to investigate."

"As for everyone here today, they are basically related to Gin's first two missions. It's possible that he discovered something."

He smiled gently and said nothing, leaving people with infinite room for reverie.

"Could it be that... this is a brand-new interrogation method? Give us a key item, let us discuss and argue with each other, and have a disguised script killing. Gin is sitting behind the monitor and watching every move in the lounge, trying to get from Our behavior caught the undercover agent."

Mark thought deeply.

"It's also possible that to save trouble, we were all executed by poisoning the cake directly. Those who survived by chance are innocent."

Grappa, who had been silent all this time, spoke quietly.

"You're talking about the medieval way of convicting criminals, right?"

"Wait..." Keel looked at the others with a complicated expression, "It shouldn't have anything to do with me. I haven't been on a mission with Gin recently, so I'm just being implicated."

"Aren't you too, Grappa?" She looked expectantly at Grappa, who was in the same situation as her.

"Sitting here is enough to explain the problem. Maybe Gin discovered your suspicion through other means."

Grappa never raised his head, but played with the hair of the loli next to him, and said in a low voice like an ethereal carol in the church, "As for me? My fate is connected with Mark."

Keel: ...

She shouldn't have counted on Grappa!

"Calm down." Scotland made a gesture of stopping, somewhat dumbfounded, "It's just a coincidence that we people gathered here."

"No matter how sharp Gin is, it is impossible to foresee the people in the lounge today. Even whether he came to us specially is debatable."

"Maybe he just opened a door randomly, in order to send this cake..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, he barely finished speaking without any confidence, and kept looking suspiciously at the center of everyone's heated discussion.

So why did he give Gin a cake!

"Ah, that's what I said." Vodka, who had been silent just now, put down the saucer that was still stained with cream on the edge of his hand, "Brother Gin asked me, so I told him that everyone is here."

Bathed in the deadly gazes of others, Vodka scratched his head.

There is a traitor among us!

but……

Everyone looked at the empty plate in his hand, and turned their eyes back to the cake in the middle in a very unified manner.

Since someone has already tested the poison, it should... be allowed to enter.

Gin, who left the lounge, was very unhappy. He felt that he had experienced the most humiliating moment in his life so far today.

He was blocked by the overaggressive neighbor at his own door.

In just a short moment, a blue cat apron was hung around his neck, a basin of flour was added to his left hand, and an egg beater was added to his right hand.

Gin:  …

He never knew that his neighbor, the Undead Dragon, had such a strong fighting power.

He didn't even see the opponent's movements clearly, he was fully armed and pushed into the kitchen of the neighbor's house.

He has always been the only one who has kidnapped others. Since when has he ever been kidnapped by others? How can he fix it!

"Omelet rice? Sandwich? Or cake? What do you want to learn?" His neighbor's speech was fast, rattling like a machine gun.

It may be that he just met Kazuma Miki, and was influenced by him unconsciously, and the god of Gin and wine popped out a word——

"cake……"

"O——K!" Mr. Neighbor gave a thumbs up, "I will definitely teach you everything!"

"Before you start, put on your sleeves first."

"By the way, the long hair should also be tied up, otherwise it will leave marks when cooking them, which is not hygienic."

"Here, rubber band. A ponytail will do."

……

The other party chattered as if in another dimension.

Until the cake was formed and he got a goodjob comment from the other party, Gin didn't even figure out how things got to this point.

Aaron thoughtfully helped Gin pack the cake and stuffed it into his hands.

"It must be resolved as soon as possible. It is best to eliminate them all today."

"If you can't solve it alone, you can call your relatives and friends to do it together, don't waste it. This is a good opportunity to narrow the distance between friends, increase trust, and build a harmonious relationship."

"come on!"

"That's right!" The enthusiastic neighbor seemed to have thought of something again, leaned out half of the door, and waved at Gin's back, "Remember to vote for me at the end of the year!"

After returning home, Gin sat on the sofa and was lost in thought while looking at the cake, trying to calm down.

No, I can't calm down.

So he dialed a familiar phone number.

"Vodka, is anyone in the base right now?"

……

"Yeah, I got it."

Of course, the Gin Club doesn't come to the base just to hand out cakes.

As a matter of urgency, he wanted to do a task to divert his attention.

Observing movements and stealing information is just one of the purposes of the Port Mafia's use of him as an undercover agent.

In addition, there is also a gradual grasp of the organization's trading routes and resource allocation, secretly helping the port mafia profit.

Of course, the most important thing is to get close to the core secrets of the organization.

A dark organization, how can it survive for more than half a century?

It is not surprising that those in power in the emerging underground forces are interested in this topic.

Is this related to the core drug they developed?They can extend their tentacles to all aspects of society, such as business, politics, entertainment, and even the police, and lay such a huge network. Is there any credit for these studies?

These are questions worth exploring.

And deep in this base, there are some research rooms of the organization.

Qin Jiu came here today because he wanted to take a general look at the situation first.

In his capacity, it is not difficult to enter the research room.

Gin put on a daily inspection and supervision appearance, passed the inspection at the gate of the research area very smoothly, and walked inside.

At the door of the first laboratory, he saw a person who should not have appeared here.

"Why are you in the research area?" Qin Jiu's gaze sank, and he paused every word, "Lai, Yi."

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