Coroner Coroner

Vodka betrayed the organization's information, and the explanation that she was seriously injured and unconscious all came from her side.

Gin has always been cautious and suspicious, and of course he will not easily believe these words of Curacao.

"So, Gin, you mean..."

Curacao returned a disdainful smile:

"Vodka is not an undercover agent, I am the undercover agent?"

"I am working for the Japanese public security, helping them frame the cadres of the organization?"

"ridiculous--"

"If I'm an undercover agent, then I will cooperate with the Japanese police to play a double reed that has no danger, and just bring this 'false news' back to the organization?"

"Why did those police officers chase me so hard and drive me into a coma with serious injuries?"

"Let me disappear for most of the day at this time, isn't it just for nothing to arouse suspicion?"

Gin was speechless.

Indeed, if this is really a conspiracy planned jointly by Curacao and the Japanese public security.

Then she has no reason to play missing today.

"Or…"

Curacao's questioning was even more aggressive:

"You are suspicious, I was brainwashed during the time I was missing..."

"Betrayed the organization in less than half a day?"

Gin was even more speechless.

Just kidding, I betrayed the organization in half a day...

This is of course even more impossible.

"enough."

Gin coldly stopped Curacao's more mocking self-justification.

"I believe you are not undercover."

"I believe what you said...is true."

He slowly clenched his fist and clenched the gun in his hand.

Those indifferent pupils hidden under the brim of the hat gradually became indifferent after throbbing for a while.

"Let's go... let's go back."

Gin turned away without looking back.

Turns and walks towards his black Porsche.

The people in the back seat are still here, but the driver's seat is empty.

"Vodka."

Gin looked away sadly:

"Are you really... going to betray me?"

Chapter 661 We Are All Undercover

At night, the stronghold of the black organization.

Vodka woke up groggy.

"I...how did I fall asleep."

He faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After all, after half a day of intense and boring prison time, he was indeed physically and mentally exhausted and overwhelmed.

It's normal to fall asleep in such a daze.

"what time is it now…"

Vodka looked up at the small airy window:

I saw a moon rising high outside.

"Brother hasn't come back yet?"

Vodka sighed sadly.

Then he moved his blood-stained wrist from the handcuffs, leaned wearily against the high wall, and sat powerlessly on the cold floor.

The darker the night, the darker the sky, and the colder the air.

But there was still a gleam of light in his eyes:

"Brother won't give up on me, no..."

"He will definitely believe me!"

Vodka pinned all his hopes on his brother Gin.

And God didn't seem to live up to his expectations.

Just when he stared his eyes red and red with hope, and was about to grab the ground with his head in despair, the heavy iron door finally opened.

Light shone into the dark cell.

At the same time, the tall and steady voice of the man was reflected.

"Big brother!"

Vodka almost shed tears:

"You... are you here to let me go?"

Gin didn't answer.

He just walked into the cell slowly and turned on the light silently.

What became clear with the light was his ice-cold face.

Bourbon, Keir, Ireland, and Curacao then filed into the cell.

Their expressions might not be as cold as Gin's, but there was undisguised vigilance and hostility in their eyes.

"Brother, you..."

Vodka's expression was a little stiff.

He instinctively felt that the situation was wrong, so he could only bite the bullet and ask calmly:

"You, why are you all here?"

"And Curacao, why is she here?"

"Good question." Gin finally said coldly: "Curaçao, tell me about your discovery."

"Yes." Curacao's eyes of different colors were full of indifference.

Then I just listened to her narrating her whole day's experience today in a business-like tone:

"I was ordered by Mr. Rum to sneak into the police station and steal the undercover list..."

"..."

"Vodka—"

When it comes to the end, I finally see the poor dagger:

"Your name is on that list."

Vodka: "..."

He was completely stunned.

It's not that he never thought that the real undercover agent would secretly design himself again.

Bourbon, Keir and others who participated in this morning's operation are all on his vigilance and suspicion.

But Vodka never expected that the first person to stand up and pour dirty water on him would be Mr. Rum's confidant, and it would be Curacao, an outsider who had nothing to do with this morning's operation!

"You are talking nonsense!"

Vodka finally choked out a pale excuse:

"I didn't...I didn't betray the organization at all!"

"The ghost is not me, the ghost is..."

"It's you, Curacao—"

He stared at Curacao hysterically:

"You are conspiring with the police to frame me!"

"Oh." Curacao sneered, not even bothering to refute.

And his brother gin also kept a terrible silence.

Oops…

Vodka's heart sank:

Bourbon and Keir are the suspects in this case, and their words have no weight.

But Curacao is a "pure passerby", and Gin might believe her when she says it.

"Big brother..."

"Brother, you know me."

Gin is silent.

Vodka is even more desperate: