Coroner Coroner

"I really can't do anything about you..."

"Okay, let's do what you said first."

With that said, she finally reluctantly put down the steel pipe in her hand.

It was only then that Curacao realized something was wrong.

"That, Miss Chris..."

"What are you doing with the steel pipe?"

"This..." Belmode gently helped Curacao up: "Didn't you hurt your ankle?"

"I was worried that it would be inconvenient for you to walk, so I used it as a crutch for you."

Curacao was very moved.

Almost moved to tears.

I saw Curaçao holding on to the steel pipe that almost broke her hands and feet, and struggling to stand firm:

"Thank you for taking such good care of me..."

"You're welcome." Belmode didn't feel guilty at all, but just comforted him warmly: "This is what I should do."

"Haha..." Lin Xinyi echoed embarrassingly: "Yes."

"You don't have to thank us, it's just…"

He glanced guiltily at the palm print on Curaçao's calf:

"It's just a hands-on effort."

"Well..." Curacao was even more moved:

"Mr. Lin, Miss Chris."

"You...you are all good people!"

..............................

A moment later, the black organization stronghold.

Cohen and Chianti are out of danger, but they are still lying on the bed half dead.

Vodka is alive and well, full of energy.

The deafening "Brother, save me" could not be stopped even by the iron door of the gas chamber.

Compared with the three of them, Keir, Bourbon and Ireland are in a much better situation.

But "good" is only relative.

They were all stared at by Gin's gloomy gaze now, sitting in the lounge feeling uncomfortable.

They are under house arrest in disguise.

Can't leave, can't call, can't text.

I can only force myself to drink, chat, and watch TV to pass the time.

And the bad part is...

The content broadcast on this TV is also very bad:

"Breaking news, breaking news:"

"Following the large-scale firefight caused by the Yakuza organization in Mihua Town this morning, the police station was attacked by unknown armed men at noon."

"An eyewitness said that he saw a mysterious woman jumping from the 5th floor of the police station, and then drove away from the scene..."

"Next, our station will connect with specially invited experts to conduct a psychiatric appraisal of the witness..."

"..."

Seeing this news, Keir, Bourbon, and Ireland each reacted.

Only the reaction was slightly different.

"Haha, that's what Rum meant by the investigation."

"I didn't expect him to bury nails in the police station long ago."

"awesome…"

Ireland didn't panic at all, and was even in the mood to take the initiative to chat and laugh with Gin.

Because he really didn't need to panic.

If the police department loses information, can't they just lose the Japanese public security?

What could it have to do with him, a follower of Mr. Noah?

And Miss Keir was thinking about something:

"It seems that the nail should have been obtained, right?"

"fair enough."

"It seems that the undercover agent hiding among us should be caught soon."

Keir is now as calm as Ireland.

Because in her opinion:

The undercover information stolen from the Japanese police, could it be possible to sell her cia?

"idiot…"

Unexpectedly, our Japanese police know everything.

Your name is on there too...

Ms. Reina Minzumu!

Bourbon was so helpless, thinking desperately.

The intelligence capabilities of their Japanese public security are indeed very strong.

As soon as the undercover caught one, Qin Jiu cried with envy.

But this security job...

"How can a mere person sneak into the police station?"

"He ran away unharmed?!"

Bourbon's face was normal, but he was extremely nervous:

He has completely cut off contact with the outside world now, and he doesn't know what the situation with the Japanese police is like.

Has the information been stolen?

Did the infiltrator succeed in escaping later?

damn...

But we must catch her, brothers! !

Bourbon prayed silently in his heart.

"Bourbon..." Gin looked over coldly: "Why don't you talk?"

"Why, this news... makes you nervous?"

"Oh." Bourbon reacted instantly.

He is also an old actor, how can he show his flaws here.

So he smiled coldly and hummed in disdain:

"I'm just too lazy to say the crap."

"Is there any point in showing loyalty now?"

"Who is the undercover agent, of course Mr. Rum will judge."

The voice just fell...

Gin's cell phone rang.

Gin picked it up and took a look: "It's Mr. Rum."

Bourbon: "..."

His heart suddenly sank.

But even so, he still tried his best to maintain that inscrutable smile:

"Go ahead, Gin."

"Let's see who is the ghost inside."

Bourbon secretly clenched his fists.

Kiel and Ireland also pricked up their ears curiously.

Gin couldn't wait to answer the call:

"Mr. Rum, do you have any orders?"

"Yes." Rum's strange synthesized voice sounded slowly: "I sent someone to the police station, do you all know that?"

"Got it...it's on TV."

"I sent Curacao."

"She's doing pretty well."

Bourbon became even more nervous, and his body tensed unconsciously.

"Just now, I received a text message from her on the way to escape."

"What did the text message say?"

Gin asked in a gloomy voice:

"This undercover... who the hell is it?"