Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

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Akai Shuichi is in the interrogation room, and there are currently five people in the room.

Gin and Scotland were confronting, and the wounded… or rather, the mentally stimulated Golden Retriever was seeking reassurance from Angstra, who seemed out of place here.

But he didn't say a word, just looked at the four people calmly.

Gin needless to say, he knew what kind of person he was when he was in Hokkaido, and it was beyond his expectations that Scotland would show such a tough look.

Bourbon was still close to Angstra, and for the first time he was so vulnerable - real vulnerability, not the kind that was pretended to be miserable.

If it was normal, Akai Shuichi would definitely ridicule him, but now he only cares about what happened to the drug.

With the character of Gin, there is no need to deceive them in such a place, and with the appearance of Bourbon at the moment, the effect of that hallucinogenic potion is absolutely true.

Seeing what you are most afraid of... Just listening to the description, it's a bit like a weapon used by a villain in the American comics.

Akai Shuichi looked at Bourbon quietly, and wanted to draw a few large bags of his blood for testing.

Or go a little bit too far, find a psychiatrist to hypnotize Bourbon, and guide him to ask how the hallucination experience is... Next month will be his code-named assessment, and he may have to experience it once, if he can collect information in advance. .

Bourbon seemed to notice his gaze, and his body suddenly shuddered.

His hands still held Angstra reluctantly, but his head turned to them. At the moment when he looked at Akai Hideo, he frowned slightly.

"...Aren't you being beaten into a sieve?"

Because Bourbon's throat was hoarse, the volume of this sentence was not loud, but the few people present had excellent hearing, and they could hear it clearly.

Akai Shuichi: "..."

...Well, he can be sure, that illusion is absolutely immersive and real.

Akai Shuichi was not narcissistic enough to think that Bourbon was afraid of [his death]. In the fantasy world, his death might just be brought out of the opponent's subconscious by the way - just like the little candied date given before being beaten with a stick.

Gin had no interest in this kind of conversation, he threw the recording equipment in his hand to Scotland, and turned to leave.

"No more interrogation of my men with that stuff!" Angstra shouted to him.

The hand of Bourbon, who had already suffered misfortune, froze for a moment, and Shuichi Akai, who was defended directly, raised his eyebrows, Gin snorted, and did not make a clear statement.

He continued to walk forward, and when he was beside Akai Shuichi, his footsteps stopped.

"It will be you next month, Zhuxingda... You are the one I gave to Angstra, so I will personally supervise your code-name assessment."

Akai Hidey heard about this from Angstra early in the morning. Facing those gloomy eyes, he calmly said, "My honor."

The electronic door was finally closed after Gin left, and the atmosphere in the room was obviously relaxed.

Angstra's face was terribly gloomy, but when he looked at Bourbon, he showed a gentle smile again.

"Bourbon, we're going back... Can you stand up? If you feel weak in your legs, I can carry you."

Bourbon shook his head again and again: "It's okay, I can go by myself."

Hearing his hoarse voice, Scotland frowned: "You talk less."

Bourbon reached for the thing on the round table next to him. The first thing he picked up was the car key. Akai Shuichi noticed that there was a keychain full of cracks hanging on it. He caressed it carefully and gently as if he were a treasure.

"I have medicine to treat my throat. I can drink a little when I go back, and I will be fine tomorrow." Angstra comforted.

Bourbon nodded, got down from his chair, and put the other key and phone back into his pocket.

His mobile phone was pressed on top of a receipt. After the mobile phone was directly picked up, the thin white paper was taken up, and then fell off and floated to the side, and Shuichi Akai caught it.

The FBI sniper with excellent eyesight swept up: bourbon, Angstra bitters, shakers, cocktail glasses...

Looking at the bourbon on the receipt, and at the bourbon with increasingly fierce eyes, Akai Shuichi returned the receipt to the other party.

The four left the interrogation room together and took the elevator back to the ground.

Akai Hideo took a slow step for a moment, following Bo himself, obviously the illusion still had a big image on him, he could see that he was extremely disturbed, and firmly grasped Angstra's hand.

He got into his car and watched the Lexus in front of him leave first.

I don't know what code name he will be. The FBI undercover agent died before he got the code name. They didn't know if there was any pattern in the code name given by this organization.

Just look at Angstra with a bottle of Scotch and a bottle of Bourbon... Maybe he will be some kind of whisky in the future?

There are many kinds of whisky, hope it is not rye whisky, he is quite disgusted with the spicy taste.

He didn't want to be the one he hated the most.

...

After the little boss and the others left, Akai Shuichi also drove back to his apartment.

He didn't rest immediately after returning, but first checked whether anyone sneaked in the room - as an undercover agent, you have to be so careful and tireless - after confirming that the surrounding environment is safe, he took the ashtray to the study and sat down.

He turned on the computer, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and subconsciously touched ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and found it empty. There was only a computer on the desk and no wine bottle.

Akai Shuichi didn't feel the embarrassment of touching the air, and retracted his hand as if nothing had happened.

... Almost forgot, he flushed his old favorite bourbon down the toilet.

Sure enough, it was Toru Amuro's fault. If he didn't get the code name, he could still drink a glass of bourbon every night to adjust his mood.

The computer is turned on, the password is entered, and the secret mailbox is logged with an email from Judy.

[James will try his best to find a way to transfer the FBI to Japan again... But before that, I have to arrange a trustworthy contact person for you. Do you have any candidates? I can come over if needed. ——Jodie]

Akai Shuichi looked at the email, quietly took down the cigarette, and shook off the ash from the front of the ashtray next to him.

There is no doubt about the importance of undercover street people. As his girlfriend, Judy was originally a suitable candidate. At least he can trust her loyalty, but...

Thinking of Angstra's preference, Shuichi Akai was silent.

When he traveled to Hakone, he learned more about Angstra's preference for good-looking people. Even if he just casually watched in the crowd, he could clearly remember the appearance of the other person, which was even more outrageous than his brother's memory.

On the contrary, his eyes and brains are like filters for ugly or ordinary passers-by, leaving no traces.

So according to this characteristic of Angstra...

There are not many people in the FBI who can speak Japanese, and there are very few people who can be trusted 100%. Akai Shuichi thought for a moment and put a name on it.

[Andre Cameron. He is more suitable. 】

...at least it looks safer.