Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

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It's normal for this group to kill people, don't take it too seriously. Zhu Fu Jingguang froze when he heard these words that almost smeared the whole police.

Angstra's voice was gentle when he spoke, and the only intact red eye was clear and bright. Seeing his expression, he was even comforting him from the bottom of his heart.

When he was at the ground floor training ground, Zhu Fu Jingguang had seen many members of the organization who hated the police. Like Angstra, who didn't laugh at them, and never said a single **** or abusive words from the beginning to the end, it was already considered to be an excellent education.

Zhu Fujingguang is very clear that those people who scold the police are covering up their guilty conscience. They are afraid of the police in their hearts. They are worried that they will be arrested by the police one day, put in prison, or will be silenced by the organization before that.

So in the face of their responsibilities to the police, Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't take it seriously at all, and the fearful scolding made him even more determined.

But Angstra...his attitude was too calm.

This kind of understatement is far more punishing than a loud abusive attack - it is a complete contempt for the police's ability, including character.

Zhu Fu Jingguang wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say.

What can he say? Now he is an undercover agent, and he cannot speak of some cases where the police sacrificed heroically for the people, which would arouse the suspicions of Angstra and Zhuxingda.

and……

Zhu Fu Jingguang tried his best to calm down his breathing, he could feel the pain in his chest every time he breathed now, and he forced himself to continue analyzing.

From Angstra's point of view, these words he said are well-founded and summed up entirely based on his own experience.

He had just met an active duty police officer who tried to kill him, and even earlier, it was the police's gross malfeasance that caused his and his sister's tragedy.

So in his heart, the police are such an unbearable existence... There is nothing to be affirmed.

...

The four returned to the private room, and the lobster dishes ordered by Angstra were already placed on the table.

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat down in the same place. To be honest, he had no desire to eat. He just wanted to close his eyes and calm down for a while, but the environment did not allow him to do that, so he had to cheer up and eat together.

Gu Ling, who was on the side, saw that he was absent-minded, and took advantage of the cover of the table to squeeze his wrist.

On the other side, Curaçao was asking about the whole story of Angstra, and the person who was almost murdered did not go through any extravagance.

"I have told the gentleman that you were shot," Curacao said after listening.

Angstra was eating cheese-baked lobster, and he was dumbfounded when he heard this: "You shouldn't tell the boss, right?"

"No matter what the reason is, the attack on a minor codename member is a very serious incident, especially this time you and Shirley are all involved, you must inform the gentleman." Curacao's expression was grim, "Follow-up Don't worry about it, the organization will take care of it."

When Jiang Gu Ling heard this, he immediately became alert.

The organization style is ruthless. The most famous example is that thirteen years ago, some members filled a newly built building with bombs from the basement to the top floor in order to suppress the target... If the building owner did not respond in time, it would cause difficulties. Imagine casualties!

Although the organization has restrained since then, and rarely bombed the building, Jiang Gu Ling did not dare to relax his vigilance.

This matter has to find an opportunity to contact Feng Jianyu and find someone to deal with it. It can’t be too obvious, otherwise Curacao will easily guess that there are undercover people who have revealed information... Zhongdao and Zhi don’t have to save, this kind of person is not worthy of the police It takes a lot of effort to arrange a suspended death plan, and the casualties other than him must be minimized...

He quietly glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang beside him, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

He can't expect to be too soft-hearted with the little devil... What can a sincere hair boy do on this matter.

After Angstra said that sentence, Jiang Gu Ling's first reaction was to block Zhu Xingda's line of sight. If he saw the expression of Zhu Fu Jingguang, whose emotions were completely exposed at that time, he would definitely be able to see something. clues.

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Jingbaiye enjoyed the lobster dish happily, and went to the Hakone Museum of Art and Sengokuhara as planned in the afternoon.

They returned to the Yebisu Hot Spring Hotel at around 5 o'clock and made a reservation for dinner in the hotel. Before the dinner was delivered, they went to the bedroom to pack their luggage, leaving only the underwear to change at night, and put away the rest. .

"Where's your pet?" Zhu Xingda noticed something was missing in the room.

"They're on the second floor. When I finish dinner, I'll pick them up."

"You have a good relationship with the member on the second floor?" he asked again.

Jing Baiye sat on the bed and answered without hesitation: "It's alright, Dora is always sleeping lazy, Qian Duoduo is very lonely in the room, and there is no other kind to play with him. It happened that Spiatus also brought a pet cat, I sent it over."

Zhu Xingda didn't have many things with him, so he quickly put away the things and threw the bag on the bed.

Leaning against the table, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and took them out again after a while, his hands clean and empty. Jing Baiye felt that he was addicted to smoking.

"The words you said to us in the morning..." he said suddenly.

"Which one?" Jing Baiye stopped.

"That sentence 'it's normal for this group to kill people, don't worry too much about it'..." Zhu Xingda repeated this sentence, he looked at him quietly, "Listen to your tone, you have encountered this before. kind of thing?"

Jing Baiye was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "It wasn't me before, it was my neighbor."

Zhu Xingda left the table. He seemed to be very interested in this topic. At this moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

Toru Amuro's voice sounded outside: "Gray, come to dinner, there is dessert you like."

"We'll come out immediately." Jing Baiye put down his things and got up from the bed.

Zhuxing, who was ignored by Toru Amuro, glanced at the bed: "You just throw everything here?"

"It's okay, I'll clean up later."

He brought a lot of things on this trip. Although he has a system backpack, he only puts valuables or things that are not suitable for carrying with him. Clothes, game consoles, cassettes, etc. are all in the luggage.

In addition, most of his housework was left to robots and Toru Amuro. He organized things slowly, not even typing codes or killing one-tenth of them neatly, and most of the things were confiscated.

...

After having dinner and soaking in the hot springs, Jingbaiye asked Scotland to help him pack the rest of his luggage - he didn't leave it to Anshi because he was worried that he would quarrel with Zhuxing who was in the same bedroom - he went up to the second floor by himself of Hazuki.

There was no change in the layout of the room. He glanced at the inappropriate oil painting and sat opposite Spiatus.

"How long will you stay here?" Jing Baiye asked curiously while holding Qian Duoduo.

"Leave on Sunday." Spiatus also picked up Money and stroked the Scottish Fold, "How did you play today?"

"Fortunately, although there was a shooting in the morning, the boss was very nice and gave us a free bill..."

Jing Baiye really didn't take this seriously, and after he finished speaking, he thought of Jerez: "Jerez may not be very good, because he subdued that person and had to follow him to the police station to make a record, which has not been recorded until now. return."

When he came back in the afternoon, he saw the Mouri family and the Kudo family leaving, and Yusaku Kudo greeted him. Then he opened the system map and found that the Jerez people were still at the police station, and the food there was definitely not as good as the top restaurants and hotels.

"It doesn't matter, the basement has enough food, and your female subordinate will be fine for a few more days." Spiatus smiled.

Jing Baiye noticed a strange box on the table, and without waiting for him to ask, Spiatus said again: "Speaking of which, this is the second time you have encountered a policeman killing you."

"It wasn't me who was silenced for the first time." Jing Baiye subconsciously corrected.

"I know." Spiatus had touched the cat enough and put it back on the tatami, "but you were the one who took care of them afterwards, and you scared Friedman."

That happened five years ago.

After the female ogre incident, he traded smart bandages to cover his reappearing scars and made his first kill in America.

Not for the organization, not for Belmod, Shirley, or myself, but for a neighbor.

During his stay in the United States, Jing Baiye had been living with his adoptive mother in a small villa with a yard. His neighbor was an elderly Chinese immigrant. His wife died shortly after immigrating, and his son temporarily worked in other cities.

His adoptive mother sometimes does odd jobs and sometimes dates with men, and Jing Baiye is often home alone. Sometimes when he was bored, he would visit his neighbor's house.

Among them, the grandfather often bakes apple pie for him. He said that this was the first cooking he learned after he arrived in the United States. His wife taught him before he died, but he left without learning her completely.

Jing Baiye left school very early before going to college. When he saw this grandfather sitting alone in the yard, he would sit and talk with him; he often touched his head and said he was a good boy; he would take him to the nearby park to play , buy him a toy for him to share with his friends, stand aside and look at him with a smile.

After knowing that he was accepted early by MIT, this grandfather made him the biggest apple pie ever, which was full of ingredients, sweet and delicious.

Jing Baiye thought he could accompany him until he left the United States, but he died not long after that.

——On the way back from grocery shopping, he went the wrong way and accidentally saw a drug deal between three black policemen and gangsters, and was silenced.

It was a very successful silence, much more successful than this bald policeman.

It's perfectly covered under "careless violent law enforcement" because that grandpa is Asian, unlike black people who would provoke the ire of other black people or people who oppose racism, there is no news, there is only a small piece of coverage in the newspaper, those people Not even punished.

Jing Baiye attended the funeral with a calm mood. After the funeral, he picked up Friedman, who had not left the country at the time, and asked him to drive him to the police station.

Confused, Friedman asked in the car what he was doing.

Jing Baiye's answer was: "They ruined my future apple pie, and they have to pay the price."

There were four police officers in the police car, and he specifically instructed the bandages not to injure the innocent person. The severed head had to be put back into the arms of the corresponding person, and things should not be thrown around.

After that, Jing Baiye went to a lot of dessert shops to buy the signature apple pie there, but the taste was not as good as the one the grandfather made for him.

Jing Baiye recalled what happened five years ago, and was a little puzzled: "He's not so timid, right? He's an American soldier, and he hasn't seen anything bad before?"

Spiatus smiled, his eyes crooked.

"The policeman who tried to kill you today~www.NovelMTL.com~ I will find someone to deal with it."

Jing Baiye didn't really care, he not only had nothing to lose, but also saved a lot of lunch expenses.

He originally wanted to persuade Spiatus to do more than do less, but he quickly thought of how terrified Scotland and Amuro looked in the morning, silently shut up, and mentioned the real purpose of coming tonight: "That five-year task ,what exactly is it?"

"This..."

Spiatus smiled again, not knowing what he was thinking, but this time he smiled softly.

"I want you to make a program that affects all of humanity."

"……what?"

Jing Baiye was stunned, even in his first life, countless artificial intelligence programs joined together to control more robots, especially powerful military robots, which caused disasters to mankind.

"An artificial intelligence program that inherited the will of my first love." He smiled.

"As for the name of ai, let's call it 'Shield'."