Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

After hearing Chartler's words, Gin quickly went through all his actions since he came to Yokohama in his mind.

He confirmed that when he contacted Hong Kong/Black, he avoided his fellow organization companions.But no one would have thought that there would be a pair of eyes hidden in the dark.

The speed of rummaging through the memory was very fast, and he couldn't find any abnormalities in those pictures, nor could he notice any unusual sight.

Therefore, he calmed down for the time being, and asked sharply in a tone consistent with his usual image: "Speak clearly."

"Did you find the little mouse in the organization?"

He still didn't forget to put his hand on the handle of the gun, as if as soon as Chartler uttered a name, he would immediately draw the gun to clear the door for the organization.

Of course, he had other thoughts in his mind—if Chartler accused him, he would draw his gun and kill the madman immediately.

Then contact the people from the port mafia to come to meet them, they should not be far away.In this way, he can directly return to his happy hometown with the reason of revealing his identity.

Based on his understanding of Mori Ogai, the other party would never dispose of him because the undercover mission failed halfway, and he was really useful.

As for the organization of undercover work, there is another Miki Kazuma who is supporting it. If it is impossible, he can recruit vodka.

Gin glanced at the members present one by one.

From the perspective of others, he might be observing the expressions of the crowd, trying to find clues of undercover agents.

But in fact, he had already regarded all the people present as prey.If their identities are exposed, they can also take advantage of their unpreparedness before waiting for support to escape, and they can solve one by one.

Oh, except for the vodka.

And the one who has a similar thought to him is naturally Ley standing aside.

The man in the knitted hat finally understood where the peeping gaze came from not so long ago.

I'm afraid the scene of him contacting the FBI has already fallen into Chartrell's eyes.

As for that line of sight containing no malice, that is a matter of course.

Chartler is not gin, and his attitude towards undercover agents is not a disgust that he wants to get rid of quickly.

For him, being an undercover agent is more like a fun toy.

Seeing that there may be new toys in front of him, his attitude is naturally not disgusting, but more curious, interesting and eager to try.

As a result, it's no better than getting a malicious eye lock.

On the contrary, this kind of curiosity and eagerness to try can make people feel like maggots.It's like being tightly wrapped around the cold snake's body, and She Xinzi is still hesitating around his neck.

This is like some children doing evil, they are not aware of their evil deeds, but the existence of evil itself cannot be denied.

Rye was almost certain that Chartler wanted to accuse him.

Although he had anticipated such a scenario when he became an undercover agent, he never expected this day to come so soon.

For this reason, he quickly turned his brain to think about the next course of action.

First of all, with Chartler's far-sighted glance at that time, no definite evidence could be obtained.

I'm afraid this lunatic can't fully confirm his identity as an undercover agent. At most, he feels that his behavior is a little abnormal.

If it is a normal situation, with only such a clue, he can completely mock back.After all, it is not difficult to find a reasonable reason for this kind of thing.

Even Chartler's own actions are much more suspicious than his own, and he might be able to blame him.

Ley is confident that the rest of the members will most likely be on his side.

Even if he is not very popular, at least he is better than that lunatic Chartrell.

It's a pity that there was gin among those present this time.

With the seriousness of his undercover suspicion, even this slightest suspicion will not be let go.

With such a little bit of evidence, it is not enough for the other party to shoot himself, the code-named member, directly on the spot.

At least he will give himself a chance to defend himself.

Although I am sure that I can pass the night, but when I return to the organization, I must face strict monitoring and in-depth special investigations on myself.

Under such further rigorous inspections, even if I would be very careful to eliminate all traces on weekdays, the probability of exposure is still extremely high.

From the final result, the same is not good...

Hearing Gin's question, Chartler did not immediately answer a certain code name, but bent over exaggeratedly and laughed.

After a while, he straightened his upper body slightly, stretched out his index finger and shook the gin.

"Wait, wait." The corners of his eyes curled up, "I'm not sure yet."

"I have no proof."

Gin's brow twitched: "Are you kidding us?"

The tone is terrible.

But this is obviously of no use to Chartler.

His somewhat comical tone hasn't changed one iota: "No way. Gin, you know? It's no fun to play tricks on you about this kind of thing."

"Anyone who doubts that this kind of thing will be used for fun must be a boring and rigid person who doesn't understand the essence of laughter at all."

The gin that is boring and rigid, and does not understand the essence of laughter:  …

"But I did find something." After teasing for a while, Chartler finally put away his somewhat exaggerated behavior and returned to his normal state, "I will then apply for the assistance of people from the Intelligence Department to continue the investigation , will report if there is any result.”

After seeing the attitude of the other party talking to him at the moment, Qin Jiu faintly felt that the person Chartler wanted to accuse was not him.

Could it be that there are still a few people left?

But this time, he didn't move his eyes to other people, but motioned to Chartre.

"Tell what you see."

"Whether it is true or not, this should be judged by the organization."

"Gin——" This tall man has always been self-centered. Facing Gin's further inquiries, he just restrained his smile, "I've been in the organization for so long, so I've done things properly."

The rest: ...

Proper?Who are you kidding?

This person has lost his sense of proportion in terms of the most fundamental self-cognition!

But Gin knew that Chartler was referring to being measured in the general direction, so he silently motioned him to continue talking.

"I don't want to charge a codenamed senior member with little to no evidence."

"Because it means a steady stream of trouble, trouble, and trouble."

"Tearing and arguing with the other party, as well as the consequences in case of failure, these will become a great obstacle to my future play."

Chartler put himself closer to the gin, and the distance between the two was extremely short.

Qin Jiu could clearly see the light reflected by Yuehua in the gray eyes of the tall man opposite.

He heard the other party lower his voice, and said with a bit of tenderness: "If someone stops me on my way to have fun..."

"I don't even know what I'm going to do."

When Chartler said the last sentence, a hint of madness flashed in his gray eyes, and there was also a bit of indescribable interest.

Qin Jiu glanced at the person in front of him indifferently, and then pushed the other person away with the muzzle of a gun, keeping a normal social distance from him, and then let go in a tone like pardon.

"After you go back, contact the people from the intelligence department and ask them to investigate first."

He was right, who knows what this madman will do.

At that time, [-]% of the people who will clean up the mess will be themselves.

So Gin decided to let him go, and also let go of himself.

"Of course!" Chartler broke into another big smile.

Just like when he first appeared in this space, his whole body was full of enthusiasm, and he opened his arms, chant in his somewhat funny tone: "Gin——I knew it!"

"You are so understanding! And so understanding!"

At this moment, the complexions of everyone present were distorted.

"Since you don't intend to speak out, what are you doing here?"

In order to prevent him from going crazy again, Mark sacrificed his life and forced himself to divert the topic.

"Ah, Mark—"

Sure enough, Chartler's attention turned to the little girl next to him.

Fortunately, the tall man stopped him from moving forward before Mark could shoot him.

As if he remembered something, he clapped his hands suddenly, and a small light bulb popped out of his head.

"Remember, the reason I came here..."

The man rubbed his hands as before: "The war is over, are you planning to go back to Tokyo?"

"Bring me back along the way!"

Gin and others: ...

After this mission ended, after returning to Tokyo, not everyone's emotions could calm down immediately.

Among them, the one who considered the most was obviously Ley, who felt that his vest was teetering on the verge of falling off.

He prepared two paths for himself:

One was to kill Chartrell before he could tell what he had seen.

But such risks are naturally inevitable, and no one knows whether the other party will have any backhands.

The second is to use the little time left to maximize the benefits.

In addition, Green, who insisted on staying in the position of warehouse manager, also welcomed a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Charles, it's rare to see you come to me."

Chartler still looked like that, standing still in front of Green while laughing and humming a little tune.

"Green, this time I went to Yokohama and brought you a present."

Hearing this, Green immediately narrowed his eyes slightly.

The souvenir this person mentioned must not be a souvenir in the conventional sense.

"What is it?"

"A piece of information."