Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Judging from the information Amuro has obtained so far, as well as the situation after he met himself, it all proves that Angstra is an extremely dangerous existence.

He didn't doubt whether someone was posing as a member of the organization - he was young and blind in one eye. This matched the news that Yuya Kazami gave him that day. This kind of momentum is not something ordinary people can have.

The only problem is that Angstra is really too young, she is a minor at all. Toru Amuro thought that he was an adult in his early twenties who was a little younger than himself, but the teenager in front of him didn't even know it. Are you over sixteen years old.

The minors in the organization are actually so powerful, so the other adult members with codenames...

Thinking of what Kazami said at the end of Angustra's dislike of undercover agents and intelligence personnel, An Shitou's heart sinks. He has both identities, and he is still by his side now. If his identity is revealed, this will end. it goes without saying.

I don't know what happened to Faxiao. He has to find an opportunity to remind him as soon as possible, so that he can avoid having any relationship with Angstra. There are only two undercover police officers, and it is enough for one of them to contact... Fortunately, Angster Although La is very sensitive, his features are too obvious. He doesn't need to find a way to secretly take pictures of him. He can be recognized directly by others just by dictating his appearance.

Nantian Ludao was still too frightened to speak by Angstra's aura, An Shitou stepped forward and reminded: "The arrested person is called Mian Guan Chensan, one of the cadres of the Mud Miserable Association, and the person is already inside. already."

Angstra didn't say anything, and passed them directly into the door that was not closed.

"..." Amuro glanced at Nantian Ludao, ignored him, and followed Angstra.

He himself is an intelligence officer, and there are various ways to obtain information, ranging from gentle and subtle clichés to other means that should not be put on the spotlight. Angstra is a well-known interrogation expert, and there are no prisoners who do not speak under his hands. It would be great if he could figure out his methods.

The room was not big and had been cleaned up. The bound prisoner was kneeling in the center. In front of it was a folding chair and a wooden table with pen and paper. There was no other furniture.

Angstra glanced at Amuro, but did not drive him out. He tidied up his hem and coat, and sat down on the chair.

"It turned out to be a small..."

Mian Guanchen San's mouth was not blocked. He had just seen Angstra come in and wanted to provoke him, but after he sat in front of him, he began to tremble and couldn't speak, and he was sweating profusely. down.

Angstra was not in a hurry to ask questions. Like an ordinary teenager with cell phone dependence, the first thing he did after sitting down was to take out his cell phone. He rested his chin on the table with one hand and started sending emails with the other.

Amuro Toru was standing beside him, and he could see his mobile phone screen when he lowered his head. He didn't avoid him in this regard.

【What kind of information do you need? Give a general goal. —Angostura]

[Go and ask Curaçao. —Gin]

Amuro watched him continue sending emails.

[What information do you need about the Muddy Club? Now I'm on the captive's side. —Angostura]

[Which presidents do you have contact with, the status of their leaders, and the specific locations of the gunpowder and arsenal in Tokyo. Ask as many questions as you can in these three aspects. After the interrogation is completed, send me the information, and then you can leave directly without you needing to finish. —Curacao]

【understood. —Angostura]

The speed of replying to messages was very fast, and the real identity of the other party was not disclosed throughout the whole process, and they were all referred to by their code names.

Toru Amuro saw that Angstra's face became quite ugly. He couldn't look normal in the convenience store or in the safe house. At this time, his eyes completely changed.

"It's really troublesome, I'm already very poor, why do you want me to do such a thing..." Angstra muttered dissatisfiedly, and took back the phone.

…poverty? Amuro Toru sounded strange. Interrogating prisoners to obtain information, what does this have to do with poverty?

"Okay, old man." Angstra leaned down, the coat on his body still did not fall off after such a large movement.

He stared at the cadres of the mud miserable society with his bright red eyes, and a dark and gloomy smile appeared on his pale face: "Honestly explain everything you know? Usually I am a kind person, unless someone does not need it. It was a waste of my money."

...what does this have to do with money? There was no direct mention of money in the email just now.

Anshitou was a little puzzled. At the same time, he knew that this basic threat would have no effect at all. Mian Guanchen was a triad cadre again and again. Even if he was frightened by Angstra at first, he should calm down now. coming.

"Is there no one in your organization? Are you looking for such a stinky brat to interrogate me?" Mian Guanchen San laughed sarcastically. He seemed to want to say something more extreme, but the pair went to Angustra. 's face, instantly embarrassed again.

Toru Amuro wanted to see how Angstra would respond, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com suddenly reached out to his waist with one hand and pulled out the revolver he was hiding behind his back.

He was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to attack, but his rationality restrained him - the person holding his gun was Angstra, and he couldn't do anything to him in any way... at least not now.

"The revolver... has high safety, high stability, and is easy to use, but the reloading is too slow, and the quality of the holder is very high." Angstra played with the revolver in his hand.

Amuro Toru has never fired a gun today. After Angstra opened the magazine, the bullets inside were still full. As if thinking of some fun game, he poured out all the bullets and threw them on the table aside, but put one back in again.

"You... are you going to kill me?" Mian Guanchen's face instantly turned pale.

"Didn't you say I'm a kid? Now the kid wants to play a game with you." Angstra pressed the cartridge back, "Have you heard of Russian roulette? Now I only loaded one bullet, we One person comes at a time, who do you think will be killed first?"

"If you are killed first, I will be held accountable for not asking for information; if I am killed first...that's great, a headshot would be a less painful way to die, right? You What kind of look, do you think I'll say something like 'I'll let you go first if I die'?"

Amid the panic of Mian Guanchen San and Amuro's astonishment, Angstra laughed more and more happily. For the first time, he had a sense of innocence that matched his age, but it seemed like a poison mixed with honey. Beneath the sweetness is the thick viciousness.

"Your hands are tied, so I'll come first. After all, this is a game I proposed."

He held the gun in his right hand, pressed the muzzle to his temple, and pressed his index finger on the trigger.

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