Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Ireland took a step back and watched Amuro stand up from the ground.

He waited for him to retaliate for the push, or to use the elevator to get back up, but to Ireland's surprise, Toru Amuro just calmly adjusted his clothes and looked behind him.

"Buzz..."

I heard the sound of an old elevator working again.

Ireland turned back and saw that the elevator had gone up again at some point, and the voice of Curacao came from their earphones.

"Rum, I need an interrogation room." She stated her request without any hesitation, and there was a scream from the opposite side, "Caught a living victim."

"Where's Angstra?" Rum asked through the communication headset.

"He went to District 10, and he said that the enemy's lair is there." Curacao replied.

"...He didn't say the exact location?"

"No, Angstra said he could get rid of those people on his own."

Rum paused and did not express any dissatisfaction with this: "Well, it seems that I have to pay him this time in advance...Curaçao, c4 is empty, bring people over for interrogation."

At this moment, a male voice suddenly interrupted their conversation: "Can you let me go?"

It was Toru Amuro who spoke.

Ireland looked at him, he turned a blind eye to his undisguised scrutiny, and continued to offer to Rum on the other side of the headset.

"I hope, I hope to do Angstra a little favor," he asked politely and politely.

Ireland was very optimistic about him, and just when he wanted to speak for Amuro, the opposite Rum spoke.

"Can."

The organization's second-in-command agreed to the bottom member's request.

"It's just that you may have a language barrier, and I'll ask Daijili to help."

...

Daijili Cocktail, because of his status as a well-known designer, he has the opportunity to contact many celebrities and is an intelligence member himself.

When the base was attacked, he couldn't carry a gun and fight the enemy like Ireland or Curaçao, except to press a few buttons and fortify the defense of the room where the researchers were.

He bullies the soft and fears the hard, and is very good at being a man with his tail between his tails and those who are stronger than him. Knowing that Rum was dissatisfied with him, he quickly rushed to the interrogation room.

He even asked him to translate for a lower-level member...

Daijili lowered his head, his lips moved silently, he knew that the surveillance could not capture his mouth.

And the bottom layer is...

Thinking of that irritating face, Dai Jili couldn't help clenching his fists.

Rum or Gin haven't dealt with him so far. It can be seen that Amuro has not exposed his secrets, but he still can't help disgusting this guy. The disgust and fear of a person are there before they are exposed.

The electronic door opened, and Dai Jili entered the C4 interrogation room.

An Shitou turned his back to him, and when he heard the door open, he turned around and showed him a polite attitude: "Meet again, Mr. Daijili."

When the troublesome Angstra was not around, Daijili didn't bother to give him a good look.

He directly passed him, and after seeing the scene in front of him, his eyes instantly widened——

A man dressed as a gangster was tied upside down to a water pipe, his forehead resting on the bottom of an empty square sink, and because of this posture, he showed his ankle with a still-bleeding bullet hole.

Dai Jili has been in the organization for a long time. He has seen the interrogation when the current leader is not in power and the previous generation leader is in power. He had encountered a lot of bloodier scenes, but the scene in front of him still made him tremble.

"Mr. Daijili, shall we start? I don't want to delay too long. I have to make dinner for Angstra when he comes back. He must be starving..."

Daijili Cocktail froze in place, and when he heard Amuro Toru's voice, he subconsciously turned his head to look.

The voice was very gentle, without the slightest bit of aggression, just like the good-natured waiter in a street coffee shop who can deal with all kinds of tricky customers.

But when he saw his eyes, Daijili trembled and almost screamed——

There was no temperature in those purplish-gray eyes, and something grew fiercely and frantically inside, slowly tearing apart the shackles called rationality.

A beast, struggling to get out.

————

Toru Amuro was calm.

He was playing with the pocket knife in his hand, which he got from the captive gentleman. It was not sharp, but sometimes it was not sharp, and the effect could be better.

He glanced at the clock in the room. At 7:30 in the evening, he calculated the recipe for the evening.

This is France, he wants to make western food for him, and Ireland tells him that there are a lot of ingredients in the base, and he can use it freely.

Toru Amuro looked down at the captive, whom he recognized as one of the men who drove after them.

"Sorry, I need to ask you a few questions. I'm not fluent in French and speak a little slower than normal people. I hope you can listen to me patiently."

With an embarrassed look on his face, he spoke clearly and slowly.

What to prepare for the appetizers, Angstra is too young to drink aperitif, no matter how low the degree is...

"Why do you know that we are going to the far left? Who asked you to chase us?" Amuro asked.

Gu Ju

Angstra suspected that it was his mission target. Amuro did not know who his target was, he only knew that he could dig out of the prisoner's mouth directly.

Mr. Captive glared at him and cursed out a few words that Amuro could not understand. He blinked and looked at Dai Jili behind him.

"What did he say?"

Daijili's expression was pale and stiff, and he answered dryly, "It's just a swear word."

Toru Amuro looked serious: "What exactly does that mean, can you explain it to me in Japanese? There may be some important clues in it."

"...He called you a 'mongrel' and a 'wild dog'."

"Okay, thank you for your translation, Mr. Daijili." An Shitou turned his head, bent down, and patted the captive's face with his fingers, "Sir, I have to correct your words, you shouldn't call me ' Wild dog'."

"—I have a master."

When the two looked at each other, he saw that each other's pupils almost shrank to the tip of a needle.

If you can't drink an aperitif, you can only arrange an appetizer. It is said that the French foie gras is famous all over the world, and then it is served with freshly baked bread.

Amuro turned on the faucet, and the water splashed on the captive's face.

He squatted down, plugged the bottom with a stopper, and let the water gradually fill the sink. When the water flooded his eyes, he turned down the water from the faucet and turned it into a trickle to the captive's ears.

"Look, your eyes are flooded."

Toru Amuro squatted down, holding a pocket knife and dipping into the water, the captive's eyes were tightly closed.

He patiently helped him open his eyes, making him more aware of his current situation.

The blood from the cut eye skin, the blood from the injured leg, gradually dyed the clean water a pale red.

The second course was soup. The little boss had a sweet taste, so he made a rich and delicious creamy mushroom soup.

"At the current speed, it will cover your nose in one minute, and your mouth in another minute."

"The current limit of human underwater breath holding time is 22 minutes, sir, can you do it?"

"Be forewarned that those 22 minutes are with your mouth closed and you'll choke once you open your mouth, drown in pain in the sink, and die in a few minutes."

"What is this called... Yes, waterboarding, it is said that some people in the United States like to interrogate their enemies like this."

Toru Amuro said in a light and gentle voice.

The captive remained silent, his eyes widened to the limit, he felt the water level rise, and death was approaching step by step.

Next is the main course, the main course is the most important.

Angstra is too thin. Every time he hugs him, Amuro will feel distressed for his thin body, so he must be fed more meat for the main course. For example, beef with higher nutritional content is good, and it can be fried for him. One of the best steaks...

Toru Amuro stood up, the knife was out of the water, he watched the captive's injured leg, and slowly stabbed the knife there - near the bullet hole in the ankle.

More blood flowed out, and the wounded captive gritted his teeth and struggled more violently.

Are you just starting to feel the pain now?

Amuro laughed.

He looked down at the hunter who had chased Angstra and turned into a prey, struggling to the death in front of him, smiling very happily.

"Okay, sir. Please don't move, I want to try - can you use a knife like this to pick out that bullet in your foot..."

The water surpassed the captive's nose and gradually swelled up to his mouth.

He pressed down on the wound, skillfully cutting it to one side, like a whole raw Tomahawk steak. The blade touched the bone, and he pressed it down, scraping hard—

"!!!"

The captive opened his mouth uncontrollably, but instead of shouting, the water rushed into his mouth impatiently.

Amuro looked at him coldly for a while before grabbing his hair and pulling his head out of the water.

After the main course is the dessert, Angstra loves desserts, he must prepare it well... Make a wheel puff, which is very popular in Paris, put pistachio jam in the middle, the taste must be sweet, as sweet as the smile of the little boss to him .

"Sir." He smiled. "Would you like to say it now?"

The prisoner coughed again and again, and it was impossible to tell whether it was water on his face or the tears and snot he choked out.

"I...cough...just listen to the instructions in the earphones-he said...cough...he said you went to the far left!!"

"Who is he?"

Toru Amuro is as patient as a kindergarten teacher who teaches children to say what 1+1 is.

"His surname...His surname is Ma Dan! He paid a lot of money to let us capture that kid who was blind with one eye!"

Rum's voice came from the communication headset worn by Amuro: "It's alright~www.readwn.com~Amuro-kun."

"……OK."

Amuro Toru replied casually, he let go of his hand and let his head fall back into the water in the sink.

He didn't even look there, turned to look at Dai Jili.

——This member of the code name who tried to burn him to death has been completely frightened.

An Shitou didn't hate him. It was Dai Jili who blew up his house and gave him the opportunity to live under the same roof with his little boss. Seeing this, he had to thank him.

So he politely issued an invitation: "Mr. Daijili, if you are free, would you like to accompany me for a drink?"

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