Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

It was unexpected to meet Matsuda Jinping at the scene, but it was also reasonable.

He is Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang, the same period and friends of Scotland's police academy.

Unlike the two who went directly to the undercover mission after graduation, he entered the explosion/explosion/object disposal class of the mobile team of the Police Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Seeing friends they haven't seen for a long time, the two are still very happy in their hearts.But now they are undercover agents lurking in the black organization, all using false identities, and need to be completely separated from the past.

In fact, if it is a normal situation, they can also communicate with the police officer Matsuda Jinpei as an ordinary hijacked person about the incident, and by the way, include a few greetings from an old friend.

Matsuda Jinpei is a smart person, he must be able to understand their situation at the first time and provide natural/clothes/no/seam cooperation.

No one would doubt such a natural contact.

But gin was in this hall just now.

None of them discovered this before the hijacking.

Although Gin probably left the scene immediately in order to avoid the police, but no one dared to gamble on this eventuality.

What if Gin was still lingering near the scene?

They cannot indulge their feelings at this moment.Otherwise, it is very likely to bring unforeseen disaster to your old friends.

Gin really hasn't gone too far.

He was sitting in a car very close to the police cordon.

Like a silent ghost, the black Porsche 356A has no presence on the dark side of the street.

The reason why he still stays there is to wait for Vodka who is performing a small task nearby.

As for the Mr. President who never showed up on the scene and made his mission fail, he has been directly included in the death list.

After dealing with the rest of the matter at hand through the phone and the mobile phone in the car, and issuing a series of instructions, the car fell into silence again.

The lights inside and outside were not turned on, the orange-red light spot of the cigarette lighter and the cigarette butt were separated immediately, and the white smoke slowly rose in the car window.

The busy figures of the police coming in and out not far away can at best be regarded as dispensable side dishes for dinner, so that he will not be too bored during the waiting process.

Gin's right hand, which didn't hold a cigarette, tapped the window sill rhythmically, and time passed little by little.

After not knowing how many cigarettes he changed, he finally decided that when the one in hand burned out, he would drive home directly and let Vodka find a way to leave.

It is not suitable to travel today.

Gin on Pigeon Road has always thought of it this way.

The bold ones always appear in groups.

The windows of the car were lowered halfway, and the night wind blew in to replace the cool and fresh air in the car.

Gin put his elbows on the window, stretched out his hand and flicked the ash outside, waiting for the smell of tobacco to dissipate.

Not far away, the people in the explosion/explosion/object disposal team seemed to have finished their work, and they surrounded each other and walked out.

The cool wind faintly transmitted the voice of their conversation.

"Matsuda...you are our trump card...do you really want to transfer to the First Investigation Division?"

"Sorry, I have a reason to go..."

"I see...you have called so many times to report and apply..."

"Forget it, you guys are doing well everywhere... just don't forget us... we will go out to drink together in the future..."

……

Gin subconsciously glanced at the curly-haired young man at the center of the topic.

Because of the distance, I can't see his face clearly, but his temperament is outstanding among the people around him.

There is no dignifiedness of having just carried out a dangerous operation at all, nor is there the rejoicing and relaxation after successfully dismantling the bomb.

It's more like the laziness and calmness of smoking a cigarette against the wall in the afternoon.

He had no interest in paying attention to the police, so he quickly looked away.

The reason why he took an extra look was because when the young man entered the hall, his eyes paused for a moment longer in the direction of Bourbon and Scotland.

He parked his car so that he could see the aisle next to the gate through a small window on the side of the disco.

These policemen always look at the so-called brave citizens differently, and they don't know where they come from.

Thinking of staying and facing the enthusiasm and gratitude of those righteous people, Qin Jiu felt a headache.

Fortunately, I slipped away quickly and left the aftermath to Bourbon and the others.

When Gin shifted to the driving position and started the vehicle.

But a strange thought flashed through his mind quickly - the note stopped in the direction of Bourbon and Scotland, was it really just seeing enthusiastic citizens who did their best?

Or is there someone he knows in that direction?

He thought of the mission the gentleman had given him.

It's a pity that he could only see the side from his position at that time, and couldn't see the real emotion in the young man's eyes.

This indistinct thought was quickly suppressed in the depths by other complicated thoughts that surged up.

The days of sending benefits and intelligence to Hong Kong/black under the pretext of catching undercover missions issued by that gentleman are short-lived.

This act of keeping secrets was interrupted by the second call from the boss.

"Gin, you know the mission Green and the others did recently, right?"

Gin thought for a while, remembering why Ley came back from the United States all the way.

That task was accomplished by the trio of Green, Ley, and Scotland.

"Is it the mission to assassinate the Kanagawa elector?"

"That's right..." The voice of the boss on the other end was very serious, "Burgai sent news that there was a leak of information during that mission."

"An operation that has not officially started has appeared on the table of the top Japanese police."

"Burgai said before that he felt that the police's response was too fast at certain times, and he had long suspected that there were their nails in the organization."

"However, that man has always been very cunning, very sensitive to the direction of the wind, and also very covert in his work, so we failed to catch his fox's tail."

"This time we finally narrowed down the scope to three people."

"Should we interrogate them separately?" Qin Jiu asked in a deep voice.

"That nail is very cautious. I'm afraid interrogation alone won't yield any results, but it will scare the snake away."

"So this time we don't need a direct method. Gin, I'll leave this matter to you. Before they know it, find out the true identity of the undercover agent."

"Bring some reliable people. Once the target is identified, they will be executed directly. There is no need to report again."

"Understood..." Qin Jiu saluted and exited the room dedicated to communicating with that gentleman.

Green, Rye, Scotland.

One of the three?

Standing outside the base, Gin looked into the distance and took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

In an office of the Metropolitan Police Department, a man code-named Burgai looked at the message sent on the screen and showed a distorted smile.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside.

The middle-aged man immediately adjusted his expression, putting on a serious and upright look.

"Please come in..."

"The police are serious, this is the information you asked for earlier." ①

The young police officer handed over the document in his hand, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

The man called Jing Shizheng softened his complexion a bit: "Thanks for your hard work, just put it on the table."

"Yes!"

Seeing his boss, who is usually difficult to meet, the little police officer was very excited, and he responded with confidence and saluted before leaving.

After there was no one else in the office, the man quickly returned to his expressionless state.

He looked at the closed door coldly, as if he could see the back of the little policeman happily leaving the corridor through the barrier.

Then, he sneered.

At the same time, in the Metropolitan Police Department building, the first floor of the Criminal Department's search section is located.

Police Officer Megure led a young man with curly black hair and sunglasses into the big office.

He clapped his hands twice to attract everyone's attention.

"Let me introduce to everyone, this is Matsuda Jinpei who was transferred from the mobile unit of the security department to our first search section. He will be your colleague from now on."

"Let me introduce myself." Matsuda smiled flatly, "Actually, it was not my original wish to be transferred here, and there is nothing I can do..."②

His phone call aroused the hatred of his new colleagues.But I yawned indifferently.

"Red Dragonfly in the sunset, please tell me, when I met you when I was a child, when was that day? I brought up the small basket and came to the mountains where the mulberry trees were as green as shades. I picked mulberries and put them in the small basket. Could it be a dream?..."③

The sound of hard-soled boots on the concrete floor echoed in the empty warehouse.The owner of the boots hummed a ditty, stepped on the beat, and walked unhurriedly to a long table near the warehouse door.

He stretched out his left hand wearing a black leather glove, and knuckles on the table a few times, waking up the person who was sleeping soundly on his stomach.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Administrator."

Green, who was still in a daze, raised his head.

"Why are you here? It's my working hours now."

The sleepy-eyed man who was still yawning said boldly.

Xianyu, who has been at home for a long time, finally went out to find a new job - warehouse manager.

"My time is very precious. If you didn't say that something interesting would happen soon, I wouldn't put down the fun I was having and rush back." The visitor said.

"I just informed you briefly." Green opened his half-moon eyes, "I didn't ask you to come here."

"It's you who want to join in the fun."

"The moment you told me, it meant you meant it."

"Okay..." The new warehouse manager shrugged, "But you have to stop in moderation."

"Otherwise, Gin will be angry."

"Haha, isn't that better?"

The tall man standing in front of the long table smiled, his shadow was elongated by the sunlight projected from outside.

Greentop thought for a while, and then showed a sly smile, which was far from his usual gentle and cheerful appearance.

He nodded in agreement: "It's not bad."

The author has something to say: Alright, let’s move on to the link of choosing one of the three undercover agents.

He will kick away both Jing Guang and Matsuda's lunch boxes as logically as possible.

But I still have to say:

Matsuda, hurry—run—Jing Guang, hurry—run—

You are all being watched by Master Qin.

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Some notes on this chapter:

①Police Officer: Two ranks higher than the Megure Police Department, at the same level as the promoted Matsumoto Kiyosaga, and the next level of Odagiri Toshiro.It's a relatively high rank.

② In TV326, what Matsuda Jinhei said when he just turned to search for the first class, roughly summed it up.

③The temporarily unknown Xiao Hei hummed a Japanese folk song "Red Dragonfly", which was written by Miki Rokaze and composed by Yamada Kozawa. The lyrics were published in 1921.