MTL - Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover-Chapter 61 elusive bitters
After calling Yuan Jiaming, Jing Baiye sent Friedman an email.
[I will be responsible for the task of finding the CIA undercover agent in the future. You hand me the information of the suspicious person in Cupido-cho. ——Angostura]
【learn. The existing information is relatively scattered, I will sort it out and send it to you. I will also tell you about Daijili's disposal. Gin asked him to temporarily stay at the Mihuacho training ground to receive the same training as the bottom members. ——Friedman]
[Much lighter than I thought, I thought Gin would kill him half-life. ——Angostura]
[You think it doesn't matter if you mix with the bottom, but it is an absolute shame to train with the members of the bottom for someone like Dai Jili who has a good face and is afraid of the soft. To feel sorry for them, life will not be easy. ——Friedman]
Jing Baiye recalled the scene of the unilateral beating of Jean Feishi and Daijili that he saw yesterday. Daijili's bare-handed fighting ability is very average. He may not be able to beat the gangsters who often fight in the street if he is one-on-one without a gun.
...So how did this guy get his code name? Is it easier to organize assessments? Jing Baiye was a little confused, but soon gave up thinking about this issue and began to care about another matter.
He logged into the organization's intranet, found Amuroto's information, entered [Angostura] in the column of his boss, and gave him a higher level of confidentiality.
Most of the information of the bottom members can be freely read by the B-level permission level. The exceptions are the relatives of code members like Miyano Akemi, or the subordinates of code members like Midorikawa Shin. Their confidentiality level is the same as that of code members, and only A-level authority can read them casually. If Amuro agreed on Friday, Daijili would not be able to find out his address.
Jing Baiye went to see Anshito's residence registration, and found that the murdered apartment was rented by him, which made him even more sympathetic.
I don't have my own house, and my apartment was bombed. I don't know what rental contract Amuro signed at that time, and whether I should lose money if my house was bombed. money.
Not only the house, but also the loss of furniture, home appliances and other property, I really can't imagine how much the total loss will be. He is currently only a bottom-level member, and the organization will not compensate for this fee.
Jing Baiye sighed, and he went to look up Daijili's materials. The code members of the B-level authority have relatively complete information on the intranet, and the bank card number and real name can be found on it, while the A-level authority has no record on the intranet.
BOSS asked him to protect the internal information of the organization. The security of the intranet is the top priority. Once it is breached, the identity information, photos, past tasks and research projects of many members will be leaked. He will have to check the firewall of the intranet at work tomorrow.
【……what are you going to do? 】The system said strangely.
[The organization of the bombing of Anshi's house will not reimburse him, so I want to steal money from Daijili's account to compensate him. 】Jing Baiye wrote down Daijili's bank card number with his mobile phone.
He doesn't need to get the other party's card or password to steal and swipe. He only needs to know the card number and find the target. He has done a lot of this in his previous life.
At that time, he liked to steal or hack directly into the bank, because the money came quickly and there was no trace of it. But in elementary school, a teacher said that labor should be exchanged for wealth, and he had to get something for nothing. He liked this teacher very much, chose to be obedient, and started killing people to get paid. At first, he was a little unaccustomed to it, but he used the money he got in this way with more peace of mind.
Jing Baiye logged into Dai Jili's account, looked at the 0 at the end, and suddenly felt sour in his heart. At that time, he also wanted to pay for the loss from Panno, but the account of the undercover agent was cleaner than the urn he had scattered...
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After going downstairs, Amuro helped Zhu Fu Jingguang prepare snacks together. They didn't communicate much, and even if they spoke, they were careful and cautious to avoid saying anything that shouldn't be said.
What Angstra asked Zhu Fu Jingguang to make is a square-shaped snack, which looks a bit like a dice, with mung bean stuffing inside. Without an oven, you have to fry slowly in a frying pan until lightly browned on all six sides.
Toru Amuro looked at the frying pan, not knowing what words to use to describe his mood at this time. The two of them are undercover police officers who are actually working as babysitters for members of a criminal organization...
"What's wrong?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked softly when he saw that his face was bad.
Amuro Toru was about to answer when a voice suddenly came from behind them: "Already done?"
The two of them were startled—they didn't realize when someone was approaching behind them—but they quickly recognized the voice, and there was only one person here besides them.
Amuro turned around and saw Angstra standing not far behind him, so close that he could touch his back when he raised his hand. If he just had murderous intentions, they would have died before they could react.
Zhu Fu Jingguang turned off the fire, took the last few pieces out of the frying pan with chopsticks, put them on a plate aside, and took off the apron he had been wearing all morning.
"You walk without making a sound?" Amuro couldn't help saying.
"My footsteps have always been relatively light." Angstra didn't blame him for his poor attitude, he didn't even look at him, his eyes fell directly on the dim sum: "It looks good, you are good at cooking."
The extremely dangerous organization members picked up their plates and sat down at the table to enjoy snacks.
When Amuro saw that he picked up the chopsticks and ate it, he didn't even go to test to see if it was poisoned. This gap is too big, how can a person be so crazy and naive?
"Are you hungry? Let's eat together~www.novelbuddy.com~Angstra also greeted them.
"..."
Zhu Fu Jingguang and An Shitou looked at each other, turned to get chopsticks and plates, and the two sat down on the other side of the dining table.
Angstra seldom speaks during meals, and spends most of her time on her phone. His phone was on the table, and Amuro could see it without any effort. He glanced secretly and found that the news interface was displayed on the screen.
"Tomorrow night, there will be a game conference of Man Paradise Company..." He swiped his finger on the screen and dragged the news interface to the bottom to see the location and specific time, "Let's go there tomorrow and see."
"Do you like games?" Amuro asked.
"I've seen others play before, it seems very interesting."
Angstra looked at the phone without raising his head, and Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned when he heard his words.
The boy has been interested in this since he was a child. When he was a child, he would go to Jianggu's house to play video games. This is a precious and beautiful childhood memory. At Angstra's age, he has never touched a game? ...how old is he in the organization?
After the three of them finished their snacks, Zhu Fu Jingguang got up and wanted to clear the dishes, but Angstra stopped him: "Let's wash together at night."
Zhu Fu Jingguang sat down honestly, and An Shitou next to him said, "Angstra, what you said in the study just now..."
However, before he could speak, Angstra interrupted him directly: "I'll talk about it later, let's talk about a more important thing: you go back to your apartment first, and calculate the financial loss this time. I will withdraw money from Dajili's account to compensate you."
"...?"
Amuro looked at Angstra's frown in a strange way. What kind of strange assessment is he going to conduct? Even how much money he lost in the explosion was more important than this?
