Belmode went to find Bourbon, and Vodka went to find Kiel. Two suspected undercover members were handcuffed to the pillars of an old warehouse, with Belmode and Vodka guarding one on the left and the other on the right.

Gin was sitting in front of the pillar facing the box, with a cigarette in his mouth and a triangular radio wave lamp behind him. "It seems that we are suspected of being undercover." Even though he was handcuffed to the pillar behind his back, Gin was still handcuffed to the pillar.

Ben is still calm and composed.

Gin turned on the radio wave light behind him, not caring about the temporary blindness caused by the sudden light coming on in the dark. Anyway, his back was to the light source. "It seems that your name is on the undercover list sent by Curacao."

There have long been speculations that Gere was an undercover agent, but there was no definite evidence. In other words, his speculation that Gere was an undercover agent was just speculation and there was no substantive evidence. The most important thing is that who keeps these undercover agents useful.

"Curaçao is Rum's confidant, right?" Bourbon looked at the fellow sufferers. He began to doubt Kiel's identity when he found out that Shuichi Akai was not dead. However, even if Kiel is an undercover agent, he is definitely not an undercover agent from his country.

,

"Yes, she is a special person who specializes in collecting information." Kil also guessed Bourbon's identity. No matter what, being handcuffed here by Gin means that his identity is definitely not that pure.

Belmod stood on one side with her arms folded, her eyebrows raised slightly, "It seems you know~" She and Bourbon have a very good relationship, but she will never trust Bourbon as much as she trusts Gin, as long as

She hasn't done anything that seriously endangers the interests of the organization. Gin will not attack her easily. The same cannot be said for Bourbon, but Bourbon knows that she values ​​Conan and Mao Lilan's affairs, so the two of them can get together.

Together.

Bourbon glanced at Belmode. He knew very well that Gin did not solve them directly because the information sent by Curaçao was incomplete: "Her appearance is characterized by the different colors of her eyes, that is, heterochromatic pupils."

Curacao must not fall into the hands of the organization alive.

Keir also had the same idea, but she was isolated in RB. Now she couldn't protect herself, and it was impossible to spare the energy to deal with Curacao's affairs: "This is quite a famous legend in the organization." Qin.

Since you can't be sure about wine, you have to refuse to admit it. Even if you are sure about it, you can't admit it.

"Although I have no friendship with you, as long as you tell me honestly, I can let you die quickly." Gin held a gun in one hand and flicked the cigarette ashes in the other. His pine green eyes were strangely cold and dyed in the darkness.

deep malice,

"We were not assassinated but kidnapped. It seems that the information provided by the man named Curacao was incomplete. Am I right?" Bourbon worked hard to buy time. Every minute he can live is worth one more point.

There is a possibility of rescue, although Bourbon doesn't know who will come to rescue them.

Gin smiled unexpectedly. His long silver hair was disheveled, and the corners of his mouth were raised. There was no smile in his pine green eyes. This was the chuckle from the devil of the abyss, full of malicious fun.

Gere and Bourbon did not ignore this malicious smile, and their hearts sank. They had no idea what Gin's style of behavior was.

"The operation went smoothly before we got the list, but then we were discovered by the police and encountered an accident while escaping." Belmod spoke unhurriedly, drawing the attention of the two of them.

Vodka stood on the other side and added: "As a result, I lost my memory."

"Then what we need to do now is not to seize the undercover list obtained from Curacao?" Kil tried to cover up the sound of opening the handcuffs with the wire with his voice. The wire bent and made a slight sound on the handcuffs, "Qin

"Jiu, after you read the undercover list, it won't be too late to confirm that we are undercovers!"

"Indeed," Gin slowly raised his arm, and pointed the Beretta M92F at Kir and Bourbon. With Gin's hearing, how could he miss that subtle movement, pressed the button, and the bullet accurately penetrated Kir

The wire fell to the ground with a crisp sound, accompanied by the sound of blood dripping, and Keer's groan, "What's wrong? Go on, Keer, you want to remove the handcuffs, right?"

Kil was half kneeling on the ground, his clothes dyed red with blood. Bourbon lowered his head and glanced at the position of the wire and Kil's injuries. The gin did not hit the fatal part. "It's just the suspicion stage. Treat your companions like this."

"I will give you one last minute. I will only let the person who betrayed the other party first watch the traitor die." Gin put out the cigarette butt and moved slowly and slowly, putting psychological pressure on the two of them little by little, "Vodka, time."

While Vodka was watching the countdown on his watch, Bourbon and Keel did not forget to defend themselves. Keel endured the pain in his shoulders and said, "Do you think I would play this kind of game with you?"

"If I say she is an undercover, doesn't that mean I am admitting that I am also an undercover? If so, how could you not have discovered it yet!" Bourbon was explaining, and at the same time reminding Kiel that they all knew that Gin was doing this.

If you can't bear the psychological pressure, you will die.

Vodka: "50 seconds."

The muzzle of the Beretta M92F hovered between Bourbonkills, with his finger on the trigger. There was no doubt that a bullet would fly out of the barrel in the next second: "The two have a good relationship. I want to

Are we going to cover each other?”

Bourbon sounded very annoyed, as if he had really been wronged: "There is no question of covering up, I don't even know if she is an undercover agent!"

Keir also refused to speak: "Me too!"

Vodka: "30 seconds."

Accompanied by the icy sound of vodka telling the time, Keir's tone was unusually sure: "But I can say for sure that I am not an undercover agent!"

Bourbon's tone was also a little irritable, his life was threatened, and the psychological pressure can be imagined: "I should say this!"

Gin was unmoved: "Really?"

Vodka: "20 seconds."

"Who is the traitor?" The muzzle hovered between the two, playing with the two prisoners with a cat-catching-mouse mentality. Doesn't Gin know the identities of the two people in front of him? He really doesn't know, but

Since you dare to appear on the undercover list, you have to be mentally prepared, right?

Belmod couldn't help but frowned when he saw this scene: "Gin, are you serious?"

Vodka: “9,8,7…”

Gin's eyes lingered on the two undercover agents whose lives were in danger: "So, is it Bourbon? Or Kiel?"

Vodka: “3,2,1…”

"Then let's start with you," the gun pointed at Toru Amuro, who was squatting down. Gin's eyes were dark and unclear, "Bourbon."

Vodka: "Zero."

Just when Gin was about to press the button, the lighting in the warehouse suddenly broke and a pile of parts fell down. The eyes fell into darkness for an instant. It took human eyes a few seconds to suddenly go from light to darkness.

People who have adapted to the time, like vodka and wearing sunglasses, cannot avoid the moment of darkness. "The lighting is..."

Gin immediately pointed the gun at the location of Kilbourne: "Bourbon, Kil, don't move." Even though there was chaos in the warehouse just now, he heard the sound of handcuffs opening among the noise.

, and...two footsteps.

Belmode turned on the screen of his mobile phone. Although the light was weak, he could still see clearly. The handcuffs that originally held Bourbon fell to the ground, and Bourbon was no longer around: "Bo... Bourbon is gone. Did he escape?

"

The small door next to the warehouse was suddenly kicked open, and the setting sun unabashedly radiated its own light and heat, dispersing the small patch of darkness at the door of the warehouse.

"Chase." Gin gave the order without hesitation. Vodka and Bellmode ran towards the door. The latter ran a few steps but his phone suddenly vibrated. Bellmode stopped and saw the caller number displayed on the phone.

, slightly startled.

There was something unclear in Gin's eyes. Who was the person who just kicked in the door? He felt that he was being targeted when he was conducting transactions with Taku Itakura. Later, he reported that there was a kid hiding in the warehouse, but he just kicked in the door.

The person is definitely not the detective who changed the trading hours.

With the gun pointed at Kil, Gin was too lazy to talk nonsense. He was stopped just as he was about to press the button, "Gin, wait a minute," Belmod suddenly said, and the screen of the mobile phone in her hand was glowing.

In the light of the light, Gin turned back with an unclear look, "Don't shoot, this is Rum's order,"

After confirming that Gin had no intention of continuing to take action, Belmode put the phone to his ear again: "Then what should we do? Okay, I understand."

The call lasted less than thirty seconds, but it saved Kil's life. Bermod put down the phone and looked at Gin, who was standing in the shadows with an unclear expression: "Rum seems to have received a text message from Curacao, saying this.

Both of them are innocent."

Gin glanced sideways slightly, and his eyes seemed to sweep across the corner of the warehouse inadvertently, where a lot of debris was piled up: "Has Curacao regained its memory?"

Kiel breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he still looked calm on the surface: "Since this is the case, we have cleared the suspicion, so hurry up and help me open these handcuffs."

"This is not possible. Rum's order is more than that. Rum thinks it is necessary to confirm whether the received text message is really sent from Curacao, although it may be very difficult to recapture Curacao from the police hospital.

It's something." Before Gin could speak, Belmod took the lead in breaking Kil's illusion. She looked down at the embarrassed Kil and continued to convey Rum's order.

"Don't worry." Gin's tone remained unchanged, as calm as before. He put the pistol back into his pocket, took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "If I guessed correctly, they should start taking action."
Chapter completed!