Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Latest website: Jing Baiye left the interrogation room and went to the shooting training ground to meet Midorikawa Shin and Amuro Toru.

He is in a good mood now, he has received several good news today, and the reward points obtained by interrogating Ivanova are twice as many as he expected.

Jing Baiye walked briskly into the training ground, and just wanted to say hello to his two subordinates, but found that the two of them were standing in front of a piece of equipment with solemn expressions, and he didn't notice his arrival at all.

"...?"

Due to the special professional training, Jing Baiye walks almost silently, and is also good at hiding his breath, especially malice.

This is already his instinct, even if he doesn't need to assassinate anyone, he will maintain this state, Xue Li can't feel the dangerous atmosphere that the members of the organization can have by his side.

Jing Baiye did not deliberately approach to scare them, but said directly: "What are you looking at?"

Midorikawa Shin and Amuro Toru are worthy of being friends. The two of them are excited at the same time, and they look at him together, and their movements are amazingly synchronized.

"...Angstra." Green Chuan Xin called out to him, smiling reluctantly, "We are looking at your past training records."

Jing Baiye came over and carefully looked at their complexions, and after making sure that the complexion was not caused by physical discomfort, he looked at the record displayed on the device screen.

"This was all a long time ago. What are you looking at?" He asked curiously, and he stretched out his hand to operate on it a few times, and a new record popped up on the page, "This is this year's."

His record when he first joined the organization is simply a black history. Due to the lack of arm strength at that time, the record he left can only be described as appalling. Later, after his physical fitness improved, his performance improved rapidly.

When the black history was seen by his subordinates, Jing Baiye was a little embarrassed: "You guys forget those bad grades."

"You're already very good." Amuro's voice was the same as usual, but his eyes were softer, "I was still fighting with my peers in school at this age, and I haven't won."

Jing Baiye was about to ask how they were doing, but after hearing what he said, he asked casually, "Why are you fighting?"

"Because my hair color is different from other classmates, they look down on me." Amuro smiled indifferently, "If I had stayed abroad at the time, maybe things would have been better."

Jing Baiye looked at him with some sympathy. If the two of them were sitting on the sofa with the same line of sight now, he would have touched his head and comforted him.

"It won't be better," he reminded. "I used to study in the United States. I was called a vampire because I looked different from the people around me. After I was bandaged, some people called me mummy."

Jing Baiye suddenly remembered Haspel, the cia classmate who was used by him.

For the sake of so-called political correctness, he shouted louder than anyone else when blacks were discriminated against, but when Asians were discriminated against and hurt, he not only turned a blind eye, but even joined in to bully.

Of course, since Jing Baiye was only nine years old when he entered MIT, he was very noticeable in the whole school. He didn't dare to bully him too openly, but he would secretly disgust him, for example, on the eve of Halloween, he would be angry with him, saying that he You can ask people for candy without changing your clothes and makeup.

Amuro was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to say this: "Sorry, I don't know about you..."

"It's okay, that's all in the past."

Jing Baiye was very calm. Except for his peers who were more malicious—or even less able to hide—in the first two years, most of the classmates and professors he met after entering the university were good, except Haspel.

He has always remembered the kindness of others towards him. If it is a classmate who is gentle and friendly to him, even if it is an agent of cia... No, gentle and kind people cannot enter cia, and they may not be able to accept it... Even if there is such a situation Once inside, he will try his best to avoid dragging the other party in.

Jing Baiye retracted his thoughts and said another matter.

"The Hakone Onsen you mentioned, I have already applied for a one-week vacation, and the expenses can be reimbursed." Thinking of being reimbursed, he couldn't help but feel happy, "After I confirm the specific number of people to go, you can book a better hotel. ."

"Apart from us, is there anyone else going?" Green Chuan Xin frowned.

"Well, at least the two of you and Zhu Xingda are definitely going, and Curacao has time." Jing Baiye thought for a while, "I'll ask the others if they're free."

"Will the gin and vodka also go?" Amuro's expression became strange.

"Gin is very busy and doesn't have the time."

In fact, Jing Baiye was very curious about how the gin was going to soak in the hot spring. After all, this model worker of the organization has long hair that reaches his waist. It is impossible for such long hair to be directly immersed in the water. Could it be coiled up?

He had never seen Gin take off his hat and turn his hair up, maybe he was really overworked in the Mediterranean, and turned into a kappa with a bald top and only hair around it.

As for vodka...

If it wasn't for Amuro's reminder, Jing Baiye would have completely forgotten about him, and the same goes for Tequila.

He just wanted to be close to the money in their pockets and didn't want any unnecessary contact with them themselves.

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When they heard that Angstra was planning to take others, Zhufu Jingguang and Amuro Toru were first surprised, and then began to think whether this would be a good opportunity to investigate the identities of the other members.

The little boss didn't know anything about their thoughts, and his face only had the yearning for the hot spring vacation, which made their consciences start to hurt again.

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt more and more like a scumbag who deceived pure underage feelings. He clearly didn't like it...and he didn't like it at all. Compared with gin and vodka, he was less disgusted with Angstra, no Rejection usually takes care of him, but in the end he is still an enemy.

"Who is Curacao?" Amuro first put down his conscience and began to test the information.

"One of the members of the code name~www.readwn.com~ Angstra introduced them with a smile. "She is good-looking and has a gentle personality. "

"..."

Amuro was speechless for a moment.

He heard about the situation when he first met Angstra. At that time, the organization called to ask about the situation. He said that he was good-looking; so did he himself. Zhu Fujingguang asked Angstra what he thought of himself. A word is also about appearance.

This is not very good, Anshitou is a little worried, not to say that it is not good to look at the face, but Angustra cares too much, so it is easy to be deceived by people with bad intentions... No, the police responded after going undercover.

There is no need to persuade him to correct it. It is good for them that Angstra has such a weakness, and they can use it when necessary... Amuro Toru pressed his conscience again.

They can't be sure how many people went to this hot spring trip, but one thing is for sure - there will be no people who do not meet Angstra's aesthetic.

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