Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

After staring at the guide board for a while, he pulled out a smiling face and quickly selected the next experiment location.

But at this moment, he didn't realize that a gaze had already fallen on him.

Mark looked curiously at the gin that had taken the tablet in one hand.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

Gin stared at the screen for a while without saying a word. After a while, he raised his chin and signaled, "Look at Scotland."

Mark?

Gin suddenly mentioned Scotland, which made Mark and Vodka react.

Obviously it is one of the three undercover agents, Scotland cannot be without a name.

"What are you looking at him all of a sudden?" Mark manipulated the monitor to keep zooming in, switching to the most obvious position on the screen.

"He didn't act strangely..."

"what……"

Before she finished speaking, she felt that she had been slapped in the face.

Why is there chaos at the bar?

After Belmode and Chartler, is there any neurotic colleague who thinks that their place is not lively enough, so he came here to send warmth?

She opened her eyes wide, trying to find a familiar figure in the picture.

But Gin ordered decisively from the side: "Grapa, go to Scotland."

"He's an undercover agent."

Mark raised his head suddenly, with an expression of disbelief: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

Gin's hand pointed straight at a small white dot in the video that seemed to be looking for something left and right: "He is the sliver."

"And there is a high probability of knowing Scotland."

Grappa, who was biting the bullet and dealing with Chartrell in the KTV, breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the order.

He hurriedly waved his hand, rejected the other party's invitation to stay at the scene and listen to the concert together, and quickly disappeared into the KTV hall.

These flashy confrontations and constant undercurrents are not well known.

And the worries and sufferings in the hearts of the people in the bar on the first floor at this moment will not be connected with it.

Under the calm sea surface there will always be endless tumbling black water, just waiting for the moment when the tide rises.

The eye of the storm is often the quietest.

In this chaotic afternoon, Scotland, whose identity was on the verge of being exposed, was the least affected. He stayed alone in the noisy bar, and could only faintly hear some sounds from outside.

And those chaotic voices were getting closer and closer to him.

The eye of the storm is often the calmest.

But once this tranquility is broken, it is often accompanied by the most violent storms.

He was right at the very center of the storm, waiting for a stormy wave that was about to set off.