Conan: Ke Xuebai Moonlight Sticker Manual

[Scotland is an undercover agent, kill him immediately]

This message was sent to the mobile phones of all codename members in Tokyo except Scotland. In the endless night, a hunt began.

Bourbon, who had been notified in advance by You Tongran, couldn't help but become nervous. He glanced at the silver-haired man in front of him without any trace, and said in the same mysterious tone as always, "Oh? Is Scotland a liar?"

Gin glanced at him without comment, "It's your mission to cooperate with Rye to kill Scotland."

Bourbon met Rye's eyes and snorted, "Okay."

At this time, he received a text message from Rum.

[The note to contact Scotland is here, deal with it together with Scotland] [Location]

"Oh?"

Bourbon turned the phone over with interest, and the smile on his face deepened, "Gin, it looks like today will be very lively."

Rye also received the same text message, and his green eyes were filled with shadows in the night, "I'll go over now."

See if you can still catch some.

Bourbon showed a disgusted expression, "Has Scotland finally shown its rat's tail? I've long been unhappy with his hypocritical look."

Scotland is positioned as a sniper in the organization. He always has a gentle smile and looks like a good old man, but once you partner with him, you will never think of him as a gentle person.

He pulls the trigger while smiling, and then asks his partner if he wants to go out for dinner with a smile. He is not a good person no matter how he looks at it.

Bourbon and Scotland have not been at odds with each other for a long time. Now that they know that the other party is a rat, excitement is normal.

The blond and dark-skinned intelligence officer loaded the gun neatly and was eager to try, "Gin, I can shoot too, right? After all..."

He raised his eyes, his purple-gray eyes now filled with obvious murderous intent, "I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

Intelligence officer Bourbon is good at getting information from various tasks. His mixed-race appearance is already charming, not to mention his sweet smile.

Gin put out the cigarette and warned him, "Killing Scotland is the first priority, followed by dealing with those notes. Don't mess around."

Bourbon showed his usual charming smile of a mystic, "Leave it to me."

Rye checked the bullets expressionlessly and emphasized, "Your mission is to cooperate with me."

Bourbon, a cruel and cunning member of the organization, usually doesn't deal with Scotland, and now he probably wants to take this opportunity to torture Scotland.

Rye has been partnering with Scotland for a longer time. To be honest, he didn't really realize that Scotland was an undercover agent. After all, Scotland doesn't really look like a good person. He is very evil. Although he often smiles, behind that smile is his bloodthirsty. of bullets.

Moreover, Rye always felt that Scotland looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember exactly where.

Rye calmed down, put aside those messy speculations, and focused on the situation in front of him.

It is not ruled out that this is a trap set by the organization for him. He cannot act rashly. He has finally reached this point, but he cannot let all his previous efforts be wasted because of a momentary oversight.

If Scotland is really an undercover agent, then he will try his best to catch it. If it is a trap——

Then just follow the mission requirements and kill them directly.

After all, Rye is not an undercover agent, he is a cold-blooded sniper of the organization.

Rye closed his eyes, his green eyes dark.

Bourbon, who was driving, glanced at him casually and sneered inwardly.

He knew that Rye would not miss such a good opportunity to commit crimes. As expected, criminals are cold-blooded.

Disgusting criminals and disgusting organizations will be wiped out sooner or later!

The headset was connected to the communication channel, and Rum's voice sounded, [The commander there is one of ours, he will act according to the code]

Bourbon had already known in advance that there was an undercover agent in the Metropolitan Police Department, and now he still felt annoyed when he heard it again.

Damn criminals!

Thinking of this, he became more and more unhappy when he looked at the co-pilot's rye.

I really want to find an opportunity to "miss" him and kill him.

His malicious eyes were not concealed at all, and Rye returned a dark look with a cold voice, "Bourbon, it's best not to hinder my mission."

Bourbon snorted, obviously not taking his warning to heart, and said casually, "This is also my mission, everyone depends on their ability."

His purple-gray eyes were flashing with madness at this moment, and he drove the car out of a racing stance, speeding through the deserted night, accompanied by a weird laughter.

As he got closer to his destination, the excitement on Bourbon's face became more and more obvious, and Rye's heart sank as he watched.

If Bourbon had been following him, it might be difficult to save Scotland.

Of course, it is also possible that this incident was a trap against him from beginning to end, and Bourbon was sent to monitor him.

Hei Mai quickly analyzed the current situation, his expression remained unchanged, and he skillfully maintained an indifferent expression. There was endless killing intent in his green eyes.

Bourbon suddenly smiled and said, "Lord Rum said that there are a lot of slivers coming this time, why don't we compete? Let's see who harvests more slivers."

Rye felt a sense of disgust, but did not reveal any clues. He only sneered, "My mission is to kill Scotland."

Sure enough, criminals have no bottom line and can say such annoying words in such a teasing tone.

The bad criminals and the bad organization will get rid of you all sooner or later.

"arrive."

Bourbon slammed on the brakes and held the pistol, "Look, it seems Scotland doesn't know yet."

Scotland was carrying a gig bag, his blue coat had some dust on it, and he didn't know where it was from, and his face was covered by a wide hood.

"Bourbon?"

Scotland looked confused, "I remember this was my independent mission."

Bourbon waved his hand casually, showing obvious interest, "Of course this is your independent mission, and I have also received mine."

The so-called independent mission was actually a trap set by the organization for Scotland, deliberately leaving an opportunity for him to contact his liaison to exchange intelligence.

Coupled with the promotion of the undercover lurking in the Metropolitan Police Department, sending liaisons to meet Scotland can directly catch all Scotland's contacts and, if everything goes well, a whole line of notes can be traced.

Bourbon's teeth were itching with anger, and the malice on his face was undisguised, "Goodbye, Scotland."

Without hesitation it was a shot.

Scotland dodged the oncoming bullets and his face darkened, "Bourbon, why are you crazy?!"

Bourbon chuckled, unmoved, and stepped forward to fight with him.

Rye took a look at the battle situation and stepped forward to block Scotland's retreat from the rear.

In the headset, Rum's voice sounded again, [At the intersection at five o'clock, the Scottish liaison is there, let's deal with it together]

This electronic synthesized sound is really unpleasant.

Bourbon complained secretly, looked at Rye, and forced Scotland back as Rum asked.

In the darkness at the intersection, there was indeed a figure hiding there.

[Rye, kill Scotland]

[Bourbon, kill contact person]

As soon as the words in the headset fell, bullets flying at high speed pierced the night, carrying the ultimate murderous intent. The targets were bourbon and rye. They didn't even miss Scotland and headed directly towards the back of his head.

The three of them avoided the bullets heading towards their lifeblood, but were met with a denser barrage of bullets.

Several ordinary organization members on the side were unable to dodge and were directly hit.

"It's a sniper."

Scotland looked gloomy, "I need an explanation."

In the Porsche, Gin frowned when he heard the noise in the headset, took out the Beretta and loaded the gun, and said in a cold voice, "Rum, explain."

The killing trap specially set for Scotland has now become a situation where members of the organization are under siege.

Is the information that Rum received that "Scotland is an undercover agent" true, or is it a trap set by the police against the organization?

Also, has the undercover agent lurking in the Metropolitan Police Department rebelled?