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That night, Bourbon left after receiving a phone call.

When he came back, his body smelled of blood and gunpowder smoke, and he was surprisingly calm. He glanced at Jasmine who was drying clothes on the balcony.Jasmine also felt something in her heart, she turned her head, and the eyes of the two met. Bourbon's gloomy and cold appearance made her uneasy.

The sun has risen from the horizon.

Bourbon walked towards the balcony step by step.

He had an expression on his face that Jasmine had never seen before—no, she had seen it before, it was... the expression he had when he personally executed the target of the mission, but he had never shown this expression to her before.

Already anticipating what she was about to face, Jasmine was clearly bathed in the sun, but her whole body felt cold.

She hastily grabbed the hem of her home clothes and wiped her hands, then smiled calmly, smiling like a qualified actor, and made the last struggle: "Through? Are you home? I haven't had breakfast yet..."

Unfinished words stop at Bourbon's action of drawing his gun.

"Gu Gu Jasmine too."

He slowly called out her real name.

"Japanese police."

He slowly revealed her true identity.

"In order to get close to the top of the organization and obtain confidential information about the organization, he sacrificed himself and committed himself to me."

He analyzed her real purpose word by word.

"So, anyone can, as long as they can fall in love with you." Bourbon's thick eyelashes drooped, covering the disappointment and killing intent in his eyes, "Anyone can..."

Jasmine also felt the emotion of "it's finally here".

Ever since Bourbon hurriedly left the apartment in the middle of the night, she felt that something unexpected might happen next, so the pistol never left her body.It's a pity that Bourbon moved faster than her and seized the opportunity. Now she can only avoid his edge temporarily and try not to let him know that she still has a weapon on her body.

"...Sure enough, the list is still leaked."

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her face was full of determination—it was the expression of the public security policeman Gu Gu Moliya: "Bourbon, stop talking nonsense, and catch me if you have the ability."

"Oh, how dare you admit it." Bourbon sneered, almost furious, "You don't even bother to defend yourself? Are you tired of acting, and you're in such a hurry to get rid of me?"

Jasmine neither dodged nor dodged, staring straight at the muzzle of Bourbon's gun.

The bullets came through the air.

With a loud "bang", the last bullet from the bourbon grazed Jasmine's cheek, brought up a few tiny drops of blood, flew behind her and shattered the vase.Flowers in vases were scattered all over the ground mixed with clear water.

Jasmine's face was also hot.

With the movement of turning her face to avoid the bullet, she glanced sideways, and while observing Bourbon from the corner of her eye, she raised her left hand to wipe the burn on her cheek, and took the opportunity to quickly touch her back with her right hand.

Bourbon threw away his exhausted pistol and gun, stepped forward, twisted Jasmine's wrist vigorously, and swept her to the ground. He pressed all his strength on her, and took the hand hidden in her lower back first. He took out the gun, unloaded the magazine and the slide in two or three shots, and took a dagger and two blades from her legs and feet respectively.Then he got close to Jasmine dangerously, bit her slender and fair neck, and gritted his teeth viciously, biting and tearing.

From the beginning to the end, Jasmine did not show any intention of resisting.

It wasn't until Bourbon started tearing at her clothes that she finally caught the hole in his defense.

At this moment, the full strength of Maria Moriyama—or Gu Gu Moli—was displayed in front of Bourbon. For the first time, he knew that this woman who he regarded as a treasure could barely fight him.

"That's right, it was all pretended before."

Bourbon wiped the cracked corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and felt that what she hit was not his person, but his heart, otherwise how could he explain that his heart was tight and hurting now?

Jasmine, who had punched Bourbon head-on, also retreated quickly, retreated into the living room, and looked at Bourbon who was slowly walking in.She twisted her neck a little, and there were bursts of tingling pain from behind, and she didn't know how hard Bourbon slammed.Jasmine didn't have time to confirm how severe the trauma on the back of her neck was. She put on a defensive posture, but in her high-speed brain, she was amazed at the limitless potential of human beings. When she was pushed to a desperate situation, even she was able to get close to Bourbon. Face to face several rounds.

"However," Bourbon stood still in front of Jasmine, moving his hands and feet with an expression of "I'm going to take it seriously next time", "I'm not as weak as you imagined."

After finishing speaking, the saber in his hand pierced the wind, and with the force of a thunderbolt, he also attacked Jasmine.

The two performed martial arts in the living room, smashing a lot of things with "ping ping pong pong".

This competition ended in Jasmine's defeat.

She was forcefully pinned down by Bourbon on her side, her arms raised behind her back, Bourbon's knees were on her waist, and her legs were also caught by him - a completely humiliating position.

Bourbon looked down at her arrogantly and indifferently, but did not kill her.Even in the fight just now, he tried to avoid the vital parts as much as possible, so Jasmine could clearly feel that the injuries he suffered were basically minor injuries that were not serious.

"I didn't expect you to be not a traitor." Bourbon's voice came faintly from behind Jasmine, "You are actually a lackey of the police."

Jasmine was also silent the whole time.

Yet it was her look of silent defiance that irritated Bourbon.

"Are you the same as the dead Scotland?" He didn't know what to think, he was smug, his face was full of excitement and fanaticism, "Aren't your police officers very stubborn? That guy, no matter how much gin is used to torture him, he can't pry it open." Mouth, it’s really powerful. In the end, he wanted to die with all his heart, so I showed kindness and helped him.”

Bourbon mentioned Scotland.

Jasmine also had dead silence in her eyes.

Scotland is not only her predecessor in Public Security, but also her predecessor in college.The body of this deceased senior has not yet been found, and it is still unclear what went wrong with the Metropolitan Police Department.Jasmine also spent a lot of effort but failed to find out who the spy the organization placed in the Metropolitan Police Department was.

Once the identity is exposed, the undercover search mission will be forced to terminate.

Bourbon's eyes lingered on Jasmine, as if looking at a piece of art that was about to break.

"Hey, do I want to torture you too?" He leaned close to Jasmine's ear and asked in a devilish whisper, "Jasmine, are you afraid?" He raised his eyebrows with interest, "There's nothing you want to do to me." said?"

Jasmine also replied: "The skills are not as good as others, so there is nothing to talk about. Since it fell into your hands, I will let you handle it."

As a public security officer, she is not afraid of death, rather she has long been prepared to die.

but--

"Bourbon, you have to remember." Jasmine's black pupils were filled with pure darkness, she smiled indifferently, and said with difficulty, "If you don't kill me, I can always find a chance to arrest you and let you This flock of flying crows is brought to justice."

Bourbon grimaced and knocked her out with a heavy blow.

***

Before Jasmine fell into a coma, her biggest worry was not whether she was safe or not, but whether the infiltrators on the undercover list were hunted down by the organization.

—she doesn't know what Bourbon did last night.

When Jasmine also came to her senses, Bourbon told her that Curacao, who was sent by Rum to steal the undercover list from the police station, had been silenced by him.

"Are you curious why the organization didn't call someone over to confirm your death? Because I killed Curacao!" Bourbon was triumphant, still playing with the pistol and dagger seized from Jasmine, "like this No one will know that Jasmine is also an undercover police officer."

"...!!!"

When she found out about this just after waking up, Jasmine also lost her mind on the spot.

As Jasmine also said to Kazami, she didn't know that Curacao had any special abilities.

—— Curacao has an excellent memory.

It is true that the database of the Police Agency cannot be copied, but after Curacao hacked into the computer and browsed the files, she just wrote down all the undercover lists and related information with her brain. Because she was too greedy, she tried to remember all the content, so she failed Escaped, was surrounded by Kazami and others.

At this critical juncture, Bourbon came to support him and rescued Curacao, who was about to be arrested by the police, with little effort.In exchange, Curacao told Bourbon that Jasmine was also an undercover police officer.She wasn't stupid, so she didn't say much else, she just asked Bourbon to bring her to Rum, because she had to see Rum before she could report—Curaçao couldn't trust outsiders, except Rum.

However, Curacao still mistrusted Bourbon.

Ignoring the other party's loud question of "Are you going to be a traitor?", Bourbon fired three shots in a row under Curacao's unbelievable expression, and the gun hit the vital point.

"Well, although it's not impossible to prove my innocence, it's too troublesome to explain, so I have to ask you to shut up forever." Bourbon fired a final shot at her head, "Goodbye! Remember not to shout next time I'm here to help you with the aftermath."

In this way, Curacao died in an abandoned warehouse, which was later burned down by Bourbon.

After saying this to Jasmine in a relaxed tone, Boben thought for a while, and then happily added: "It's a pity, there are so many people in the organization who can help, and she just asked me for help. Probably just want to sell a favor, let I know that my woman is an undercover police officer... Tsk, but I don't seem to want to accept her favor. After all, she made me have to face the situation where Jasmine also has a completely different stand from mine and can only be an enemy. "

—Crazy, he is absolutely crazy.

Jasmine's vigilance also skyrocketed, and every hair that stood on end was yelling for her to stay away from this lunatic.

But Jasmine couldn't do it either.

She was imprisoned by Bourbon.

Her hands were locked behind the head of the bed, her feet were shackled, and her range of motion was limited to one meter. There was nothing on the bed that was hard enough for her to commit suicide. Even the soft pillows were thrown to the end of the bed, cutting off all possibility of her suicide. .

"Jasmine too, death is not your punishment, you should stay by my side, right?" Bourbon was complacent, with a smile on his face, "Didn't I say it earlier—be good, be good, listen to me."

Jasmine also sighed wearily: "Bourbon, your hobbies are really strange."

Bourbon put away his smile and ordered, "Call my name."

Now that the matter was over, Jasmine didn't bother to pay attention to him, so she just closed her eyes and rested her mind, not even paying attention to her eyes.

Bourbon was furious, but he really couldn't do anything about an undercover police officer with great ambitions.

He would be more than happy to take Jasmine to the torture room and torture her, even if it is enough to frighten her, but before he started to take action, he imagined countless possibilities that Jasmine would be seriously injured because of the torture, and then thought of hearing The dog-nosed gin will do something terrible... so the urge to torture is gone.

But he won't give up on finding ways to get back at her.

From the second day of his imprisonment, Bourbon no longer took precautions against Jasmine.

At first, Jasmine also thought that Bourbon was deliberately torturing her, so he punished her in this almost insulting way, but she soon discovered that things were not that simple.

—Bourbon wanted her pregnant!

Jasmine was also shocked by her speculation.Although she usually thought she knew Bourbon well, now she was a little unsure of his intentions.

What the hell is this madman up to?

***

Because of the mission, Curacao's whereabouts are temporarily unknown.A few days later, not only did she not return as scheduled, she even lost contact.Rum soon sensed that something was wrong, and ordered Bourbon to investigate the cause of Curacao's disappearance.

Unexpectedly, Bourbon replied: "I'm at home. I'm teaching girlfriends. I don't have time to pick up jobs. You can find someone else."

One sentence made Rum fall backwards in anger.

Turning his head and pawing at his subordinates for food, Lang found sadly that no one could match Bourbon's ability to collect information.

Bourbon put on airs before nodding in agreement.

Before leaving, he specially warned Jasmine, telling her not to think about running away, and not to hope that someone would come to rescue her.

Jasmine also thought: Abetting murder, extortion, bank robbery, illegal money laundering, stealing police intelligence, endangering national security... which one is not a felony?Even if no one comes to rescue me, you won't be able to dance for a few days, and it will be a matter of time before you get caught.

But Jasmine also had some other thoughts in her mind.

If Bourbon, who is an intelligence house, can be persuaded by her and accept the tainted witness protection plan, maybe he can still play a major role in eliminating the organization and provide the police with more strong evidence.Through the experience of captivity that had irritated her these past few days, Jasmine also felt that she should try to verify whether this idea was feasible.

After all, it is also a means of obtaining evidence of organizational crimes.

I'm afraid that Bourbon will be black-hearted to the end and refuse to back down.

——Then he and the organization can only be uprooted and wiped out.

Jasmine was also thinking about the unexpected visitor.

The visitor easily pried open the window, climbed into the room, and then whistled in the direction of Jasmine with a look of amazement: "Is Bourbon playing so big? What is this? Imprison Play?"

Jasmine also rang the alarm: "Xinar! What are you doing here?"

Could it be that her undercover identity has been known by the organization, so they sent Xinar to deal with her?

The young woman with the organization code name "Xinar" smiled: "Okay, don't be nervous. Bourbon is not here, and there is no surveillance in this room. As for what I am here... Let me ask first: Do you need my help?" ?" She pointedly glanced at the "little thing" on Jasmine's body that restricted her freedom.

Being at a disadvantage, Jasmine's vigilance did not drop but rose: "...how can I help?"

"Anyway, we have been on a few missions together, and we had a great time working together, don't be so cold." Xinar showed a lackluster expression, "Listen, I will only say the same thing once: I agree with you .”

Jasmine also played dumb: "Stand?"

"My name is 'Akiko Yajima', and the reason why you are called 'Maria Moriyama' is exactly the same." Xinar clicked, "Someone asked me to come and rescue you back. Although the infiltrating investigator who failed the recovery mission should not be I don't care, but—that's what it is anyway. So what do you mean?"

Xinal is also undercover.

Jasmine also understood her hint.

It is a very dangerous thing to expose one's identity as the red square, and Jasmine's thoughts changed, but she still didn't dare to show her hole cards, let alone fully believe Xinal's words, so she said with some reservations: "Thank you!" You, Ms. Yajima, I still have unfinished tasks, and I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

Xinar raised her eyebrows: "It's unbelievable. Although I don't know what happened between you and Bourbon, I think you must follow my arrangement next time."

Jasmine also kept a polite smile, and didn't want to ask which agency she belonged to as an undercover agent.

After carefully cleaning up the traces of the intrusion, Xinar seemed to remember something before leaving, and turned her head to encourage Jasmine.

"Hold on, we'll meet again soon."

she asserted.

The author has something to say:

Xinar = Yajima Akiko = the later Zhu Fuwei is the heroine of my next Conan fan.