Conan: Ke Xuebai Moonlight Sticker Manual

The woman successfully unlocked the computer and clicked on the list of undercover investigators sent out.

Then--

Rum, a police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department? Vermouth, an FBI investigator?

The woman, Curacao, looked shocked and stopped moving for a moment.

If this undercover list is sent back, I will definitely be labeled as an undercover agent, right?

The funny thing is, her immediate boss is Rum, and he sent her to infiltrate the police department in order to find the undercover list.

It turned out that Rum was listed on the list as an undercover agent.

What a hell joke.

She quickly realized that she had been tricked. The list was obviously fake. She immediately turned around and tried to evacuate, but the next moment her retreat was blocked by dense bullets.

The alarm sounded and the security doors and windows fell, completely sealing off the place.

Yuya Kazami brought people to arrest him, but Curacao faced the bullets with a desperate attitude, knocked the policeman in front of him unconscious with a palm, and dodged the gun in his hand.

After a struggle, Curacao disappeared into the night.

Yuya Kazami pressed the microphone, "Everything went well, the target has been evacuated."

In the darkness, Bourbon tapped the headset in response and looked up at the lights of thousands of homes not far away.

Curacao evacuated smoothly and got into Vermouth's car, who stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

It was almost dawn when they returned to the base. Curacao passed the intelligence he had collected to his superior, Rum.

As expected, Rum was silent.

Gin, who was standing by, was a little impatient. He threw away his cigarette and stomped it out. "Rum, I don't have time to waste here with you."

Rum looked at the photo that Curacao sent him with a look of surprise and doubt.

For a moment, Rum really wondered if he was an undercover agent.

The photo was taken in Curacao and was of file information stored in the police department's computer. The file was so detailed that the pseudonym and past experience did not look fake.

Isn't this bullshit?!

How could Rum be an undercover agent? !

Rum took a deep breath and looked at the pictures one by one, his expression becoming increasingly uglier.

The members on this undercover list are all from the intelligence team and are his subordinates.

Obviously, he was cheated.

Rum sneered and looked at Gin, who was obviously losing his patience, with an angry look, "Gin, is this your revenge?"

As he said this, he handed the photos directly to Gin.

Gin looked down and the first picture he saw was of Rum, it said he belonged to the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Gin's expression was blank for a moment, then he looked at Rum, "Are you a rat?"

Rum felt like he was about to laugh out of anger.

"If you want to frame me, find a good excuse. Gin, when did you collude with those cops?"

Of course Rum knew that it was impossible for Gin to cooperate with the police. After all, Gin had completely gained the recognition and trust of the BOSS, and his status had surpassed his own.

But this did not prevent Rum from passing the buck. His subordinates made frequent mistakes some time ago and he has been held accountable several times. Many intelligence members he paid close attention to have become alienated from him and want to step on him to get to the top.

This time he sent his subordinate Curacao to infiltrate the police department, and at the same time mobilized an undercover agent lurking in the police department. The target was the undercover list, in order to avenge the previous shame and prevent the boss from giving up on him.

Obviously, the operation failed and we were cheated.

The fake list contained all intelligence members, and it was obvious that they were targeting him. Rum instinctively put the blame on Gin. After all, it was well known that the action team and the intelligence team were not in harmony.

"Bourbon, FBI."

Gin looked at the photo on the file. It said Bourbon was from the FBI. He frowned and said coldly, "Now that we have the list, arrange for someone to interrogate."

Rum immediately objected, "This is obviously a fake file. The codename members of the intelligence team are all in it, and Vermouth is also in it. Do you want to review them all?"

He doesn't have many capable members under his command who obey his orders. Although Bourbon is a bit cunning, he is still obedient at the moment.

Moreover, if those intelligence members were really interrogated, it would be tantamount to slapping Rum in the face.

Gin sneered, "Otherwise? I'm not here to waste my time."

The two men were facing each other. At this moment, the crow on the wall display lit up and said, "Okay, stop."

Gin and Rum stopped at the same time and bent slightly towards the display screen.

"Operation Curacao has failed, Rum. It's your fault."

"Boss, I'll let Curacao find an opportunity to sneak in again."

"No need. Since the police department is already prepared, it doesn't matter how many times we infiltrate. What's important now is Shirley. Is there still no news about her?"

Rum lowered his head and said, "Bourbon has been sent to assist Vermouth in the search. It shouldn't be long before Shirley is brought back."

"Bring Shirley back as soon as possible. We can use some special means if necessary."

"Yes."

"Gin?"

Gin nodded, "BOSS."

"How is the progress of Itakura Taku's software?"

"It's almost done. Itakura Taku is testing it now."

"Okay, you'll be responsible for receiving it when it's finished."

"Yes."

"As for the three targets at Dongda, arrange for them to come in as soon as possible. You can use some special means. This matter is left to you. You can make the specific arrangements yourself. I just want the results."

Rum nodded, "Yes."

After giving the next command, the display screen slowly dimmed.

Gin and Rum walked out of the room. Rum was still angry after thinking about it, and he didn't forget to say something harsh at the door, "Gin, I hope the operation team won't let you down this time."

Gin glanced at him and sneered, "I'll return this to you, Rum. If there is a problem with the intelligence team's intelligence and it delays the progress of the mission, I will not show mercy."

The two parted unhappily.

The next day, Rye, who received a direct email from his boss, walked into a closed room.

The room was empty, with only a display screen on the wall that was lit, with a crow pattern on it.

"rye."

Rye bowed his head and said respectfully, "BOSS."

Although Rye has a high position in the organization now, he still belongs to the action team, and the action team leader Gin is his boss. And the boss bypassed Gin and summoned him directly this time, obviously intending to use him to check and balance Gin.

Next, the BOSS first affirmed Hei Mai's ability, saying that he was very optimistic about him and hoped that he would continue to work hard to seek benefits for the organization, as he would be a major contributor to future benefits.

Rye agreed to all the requests, being a cold and taciturn person.

Then, the boss mentioned the main business.

"Rum is currently in charge of several targets at Dongda University. I'll give you a mission. Sneak into Dongda University and observe the progress of Rum's men."

Rye raised his eyebrows. "Boss, what you mean is that Lord Rum..."

He didn't say it completely, but he believed that the boss must have understood what he meant.

"Maybe, as I get older, I can't help but think about some random things."

The boss's voice was an unpleasant electronic sound. "Your task is to monitor these people. You have the final say. You are allowed to take special measures when necessary."

At this time, Hei Mai received an email on his mobile phone from his boss.

When I clicked on it, there were several files.

Rye's eyes dimmed slightly, and he accepted the task, "Yes."

In the endless night, Rye left the base and drove into the city.

There were waves in his deep green eyes at this moment, and his knuckles gripping the steering wheel exerted a little force, with obvious joints showing his current strength.

At dawn, Bourbon, who had just completed the infiltration mission, received an email from the BOSS and came to this closed room.

The crow pattern in front of me slowly lit up, and an unpleasant electronic sound rang out, "Bourbon."

Bourbon bent down and lowered his head, "Yes, Boss."