Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

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7:00 PM, Pushkin Restaurant in Cupido Town.

Ivanova entered the restaurant on time. In order to make tonight's date more perfect, she specially dressed up before she came, with delicate eyeliner and coquettish red lips, and the bold and unrestrained dress outlined her perfect body curve. She was attracted on the way. caught the eyes of many people.

She doesn't dislike that kind of look. As a "swallow" with special means, attracting this kind of look is the first step to her success.

At the door of the restaurant was the same waiter who was wearing old-fashioned glasses and a pair of drooping eyes in purple-gray. She gave him a wink, and he took a cautious step back and smiled awkwardly.

"My name is Hunter, I have reserved a private room at 7 o'clock tonight, and I have a male companion." Ivanova stopped in front of him.

Unlike the petite Japanese women who advocate cuteness, she is tall, with strong arms and thighs exposed, and she is a little taller than the waiter in front of her when she puts on her high heels.

"You are Miss Hunter? Your male companion has arrived, and I will take you there now."

Ivanova nodded slightly and followed the honest waiter. Her professional habit made her look around subconsciously, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a man sitting at the window.

Caucasian, with a cast on his shoulders, about 1.8 meters tall, of moderate build, with signs of exercise, the knife is placed on the left side of the plate, most likely left-handed...

The black pepper juice on the plate in front of him has completely solidified. Given the indoor temperature here, he may have been there for a long time... Could he be waiting for someone?

She made some quick judgments.

As an agent, it is instinctive to be vigilant and suspicious at all times. If she was too careless, she would have died long ago, or like the fool in the private room, she was tricked into being completely ignorant.

Ivanova's high heels stepped on the non-slip floor tiles and made a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in the restaurant.

The man looked over with a stunned expression, suddenly got up and walked straight towards the door.

The waiter continued to walk forward as if he didn't notice anything and passed him; Ivanova followed behind the waiter, looking away, trying to take a look at this strange man quietly.

The eyes of the two met unexpectedly. This weird guy suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, she was startled, and was about to break free, but he leaned into her ear and said softly:

"The tattoo on your chest is so beautiful...Miss Swallow."

Ivanova widened her eyes, stopped and turned around, watching the man with a weird smile, push the door and leave.

She noticed that the man was wearing a long coat, with the hem hanging down to the middle of his thighs, just enough to cover the strange... like the bulge of a gun holster.

"Wait a moment."

When the private room was about to arrive, Ivanova stopped the waiter in front of her.

"What's the matter, Miss Hunter?" The waiter looked back in confusion.

Ivanova looked at his expression carefully, no matter how he looked at him, he was just an ordinary person, and the man just spoke at such a low volume, it was impossible for him to hear what he said.

"I feel a little uncomfortable." She showed a fragile smile. She knew how to use the advantage of her appearance to win the favor and pity of the opposite sex. She begged pitifully: "Please explain to my male partner, I want to go back. already."

The barman stood there motionless, hesitantly said, "He's in there, you can talk to him yourself."

Ivanova scolded the dead wood in her heart, and was about to continue to pretend to be weak. Her eyes fell on the closed door of the two private rooms at the same time, and her heart sank suddenly.

"Is there someone in the other private room?"

"I've been booked by a foreigner since 5 o'clock, and he didn't order food when he came..." the waiter said in distress.

Ivanova's face changed greatly.

Is she exposed? That cia is going to lead someone to ambush him in the two private rooms?

Although this is a Russian restaurant, it has nothing to do with the institution behind her. She chose this place just because she wanted to eat food from her hometown.

It was no longer safe for her here, and Ivanova, reluctant to continue to play a poor and weak woman, turned and strode out of the restaurant.

Looking at the back of her leaving in a hurry, the waiter's original distressed expression slowly disappeared, and he added in a cold and emotionless voice:

"The gentleman was Hansen Hoover, and although he had reserved a private room, he chose to sit outside by the window, where he ordered and dine... I'm not lying."

His words seemed to be said to himself, and no one else heard.

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Another waiter in the restaurant saw Amuro Toru standing still in front of the private room, and came to him and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"The lady who reserved the private room suddenly left, but her boyfriend has been waiting there for a long time." Amuro gestured him to see one of the closed private rooms, "I have to explain to that gentleman..."

Halfway through his words, the door of the private room suddenly opened, and Haspel, who had been inside for nearly half an hour, came out angrily.

His eyes were red and his expression was terrifying. The two waiters closed their mouths in unison, not knowing what he was going to do.

Haspel walked in front of Amuro and grabbed him by the collar:

"That bitch... woman, where did she go?" He turned his eyes and fell to the vacant seat by the window that he hadn't had time to clean up, "And that man, where did he go?!"

"Miss Hunter said she was unwell and left a few minutes ago. As for the gentleman who left before her... Please calm down and don't be rough in the restaurant." Amuro didn't pull his wrist to get rid of him , just pointed innocently at the surveillance above the restaurant.

"What I said is true. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, look, there is surveillance there. If you don't believe it, you can go by yourself..."

Haspel let go of his grip on Amuro's collar, and his other hand squeezed the phone so that it rattled. He looked gloomily at the door of the restaurant, as if he had seen a scene he didn't want to see through there... He left the restaurant with a livid face.

Seeing the dangerous person leave, another waiter who was too scared to speak did he dare to approach: "Anshi, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Toru Amuro stood firm and calmly sorted out the torn collar.

"This kind of customer is really... eh, it just so happens that you're about to get off work, so go back and have a rest." The colleague frowned and condemned, "I'll explain this to the boss, but you're actually bullying people like this."

"It's alright, I'll be leaving tomorrow morning after finishing my work, there's no need to trouble the boss so much."

Amuro Toru smiled gently, comforted his colleague a few more words, and then went to the dressing room to change his clothes. He had finished his work for the day.

While taking off the waiter's overalls and changing back to his daily casual clothes, he received an email on his mobile phone.