Coroner Coroner

"This is our principle of conduct, isn't it?"

Ireland speaks a few words, and vodka is speechless.

He stood there stupidly, as if he couldn't find any excuses anymore.

"enough!"

Gin to stop their quarrel.

He made his final judgment:

"I... believe in vodka."

"Vodka has been sitting in the car with me since the operation started, there is nowhere to drop the sending device."

"I also personally confiscated his belongings before putting him here - after checking, he did not carry any suspicious electronic devices."

"Brother!" Vodka's eyes were moist again.

"Ginjiu, is this too much for you?"

After Ireland's main output, Mr. Bourbon also taunted:

"To this day, he is still favoring his subordinates."

"Why, do you want to change careers and become a policeman?"

"You have to have convincing evidence before you believe that he is an insider?"

"That's right!" Gin met Bourbon's questioning eyes with a cold face: "Only with conclusive evidence, enough to prove that Vodka betrayed us, can I fully believe that he is the insider."

"Otherwise, if the wrong person is caught, the real undercover agent will continue to lurk among us..."

"That would only be more harmful to the organization."

As he spoke, he gave Bourbon, Keir, Ireland and Curacao a cold look.

It's like telling them clearly, "I suspect that one of you is the real undercover agent."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Curacao couldn't help but look at Gin in tit-for-tat:

"Do you have to find the sending device that doesn't know where Vodka is hiding in order to believe the information I brought back?"

"How can you be sure that your eyes won't make a mistake?"

"What if the vodka had left the transmitter in a corner of the stronghold long before you locked him in the gas chamber and confiscated his belongings?"

"Gin... Do you think Mr. Rum would agree with what you're saying?"

"..."

Facing a series of questions from Curacao, Gin just remained silent.

Because he knows that now he is looking for an excuse to favor vodka.

As long as there is no hard evidence in front of you.

He can hold such a last illusion, believing that vodka has not betrayed him.

"Give me another day to investigate."

"The last day…"

Gin finally gave up his pretense completely, revealing a not-so-indifferent side.

He was still trying to buy time.

It is hoped that evidence can be found that can overthrow the Curacao intelligence.

But at this moment...

Vodka just raised his arm slightly, flexing his red wrist from the handcuffs.

Gin suddenly discovered something:

"Buttons on the cuffs?!"

His pupils shrank.

The trace of tenderness hidden in the eyes quickly disappeared.

In its place was a bone-chilling indifference, and anger.

"What, what's wrong?"

Vodka didn't realize it yet.

He didn't notice at all that there was something wrong with the buttons on his sleeves.

But his performance like this, in the eyes of Qin Jiu, is more like a performance of pretending to be crazy.

This annoyed Gin who once trusted him even more:

"Vodka, hand over your sleeve buttons!"

"Ha ha?"

Vodka was slightly taken aback.

But Gin took a sudden step forward and pulled the button off.

Pull it down and put it in the palm of your hand to see:

From the front, it looks like an ordinary large resin button.

But as long as you turn it over a little bit, you can see a tiny electronic device tightly embedded inside.

Qin Jiu's face darkened, and his murderous aura suddenly arose.

There was a terrifying silence all around.

"Tsk tsk tsk, vodka..."

Only Ireland is still sighing:

"You can hide this bug, can you?"

Vodka: "..."

His face turned pale, and he froze there as if struck by lightning.

"Volt! Te! Plus!"

Gin was angry.

Vodka has never seen such an angry boss:

"What else do you have to say now!!"

This voice of questioning popped out of the mouth of the gin wine word by word.

He was almost gnashing his teeth, furious.

"me…"

Vodka is completely stupid:

"Wait...it's not..."

"This, who is this?"

"Who put this button on me!"

"Oh." Ireland snorted coldly with disdain: "Who else can change your button without knowing it?"

"You, you...I..." Vodka was already a little incoherent.

Seeing that Gin's hand holding the gun was trembling.

He suddenly thought of something in despair:

"Wait...it was before!"

"I fell asleep in a daze for a while before!"

"right--"

"It must be you, Ireland, Bourbon, Kiel, it's you..."

"It was you who quietly stunned me and put this button on my suit!"

Vodka stared red-eyed at Ireland, Bourbon, and Keel.

Not even Curacao was spared:

"The undercover... The undercover must be among you!"

"Enough!" Gin interrupted him coldly:

"Curaçao has been outside, and just came to the stronghold with me."

"A remote camera is installed in the stronghold, and Bourbon, Keir, and Ireland stay behind and monitor each other."

"How do they hide it from others and attack you from me?"

"This..." Vodka's eyes widened, but he couldn't say a word of excuse for a long time.

"He finally lost his mind in despair:

"I understand, I want to understand..."

"Bourbon, Keel, Ireland, Curacao, you four are all in one gang, you..."

"They are all undercover agents!!"

"This..." Bourbon, Keir, Ireland, and Curacao looked at each other strangely.

Then, in front of Gin, they echoed one after another:

"Yes Yes Yes…"

"We're all undercover."