Midnight.

In the dark corridor, two men in black stood in front of a door, and one of them was a stout man picking the lock.

There was silence in the room, and the owner of the house had already gone to sleep.

There was a click, and the door opened.

The man behind him was the first to step in, and the strong man followed.

The man on the bed was sleeping soundly, but even in the middle of sleep, the habit of long-term training still woke him up the moment the bedroom door opened.

He opened his eyes, and two figures stood on the edge of the bed staring at him expressionlessly, their gaze without a trace of emotion was like a knife on his face, and a chill spread from his toes to the Heavenly Spirit Gai, making him feel like falling into an ice cave.

The two dark figures wore hats, and their signature silver hair made him realize who it was.

Gin!!

Why did Gin come here all of a sudden?

He was exposed?

Something happened up there?

Before he could think about it, the muzzle of the black hole appeared in front of him.

Without any intention of talking, a bullet shot out of the muzzle, and the dark streamer struck him in the forehead with a whirlwind, blood splattered, and he lay on his back on the bed, still with horror in his eyes.

"Search!" Putting away the gun, Gin spoke coldly.

"Yes, big brother!" Feeling the chill in Gin's words, Vodka hurriedly responded, and the decibel of his voice involuntarily increased by a few points.

He walked to the door and flipped the switch, and the room was suddenly bright.

Looking at the light on, Gin's brow furrowed, but then he let go and looked at the room.

This is a temporary shelter.

Various details indicate that his owner is only staying here temporarily.

Vodka rummaged through drawers and wardrobes with gloves. Seeing that he couldn't find anything useful for a long time, Gin silently took out a gun and a document from under the corpse's pillow.

"Oh, sure enough......"

Looking at the documents in his hand, he cracked a cold smile. It seems that the momentum of Gin is too strong, and Vodka is taking it lightly, trying to reduce its presence.

"Search! Inch by inch! ”

The moon recedes into the clouds, and a black Porsche starts from the side of the road. Vodka drove, and the co-pilot's gin playfully flipped through the small notebook in his hand.

Vodka turned his head to look at him, and for a moment he wanted to speak and stopped, "Big brother... Don't we sweep the traces? ”

The notebook in his hand snapped shut, Gin leaned back against the back of the chair, his eyes were cold, "If you don't put the hook, how can there be a fish on the hook?" ”

......

Early in the morning, a man knocked on the door, but no matter how much he knocked, there was no movement inside.

He frowned, had a bad premonition, didn't care too much, and directly found the spare key to open the door.

Opening the door, there was nothing unusual in the living room, and he walked to the bedroom, his pupils suddenly constricted.

The whole bedroom was in shambles, every tile in the room seemed to have been pried open, and the man who had rested in this room last night was now lying on the bed open, with a large hole in his forehead, and the red blood stained his sheets and pillows red, and the expression of horror on his face was still silent.

"This ......" he took a step back, and a chill rushed to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Exposed?!

The strong panic made him unable to think calmly, and he panicked to call his contact, and his hands were shaking when he pressed the number.

"Red. Akai .... Fujisawa he... He's dead! “

"What?!"

Akai stood up with a, and the coffee on the table was almost knocked over.

His brow furrowed, and he quickly deduced the possibilities in his mind, "What's going on?" ”

"I went to look for him in the morning, knocked on the door and no one answered, and when I entered the house, I found that Fujiwara was dead, and the whole bedroom seemed to be searched inch by inch......"

Akai Shuichi listened to the words over there and pinched his eyebrows irritably.

There have been too many things recently, first he was inexplicably targeted by the public security, and then the people in the organization seemed to know that he had returned to Japan, and there was still no progress in what he wanted to investigate.

In order to avoid being known by the organization, he reduced the number of times he went out, and even the address was only known to a few people.

He was prepared for the worst, but what he didn't expect, the first thing to happen, was a person who seemed to have nothing to do with the organization on the surface.

"Does Fujisawa have anything on his hands?"

"Yes!" Fujisawa, as an undercover agent in Japan who has been hidden by the FBI for many years, naturally has the information and contact information of relevant personnel in his hands, which is also the source of his fear.

Once the other party cracks the code of their contact, then other personnel hiding in Japan, including himself, will face serious danger!

Shuichi Akai was silent for a while, his voice a little hoarse, "You call the police first, and I'll let Cameron go over to see the situation." ”

Hanging up the phone, Shuichi Akai stood by the window and looked at the police agency in the distance.

Did the organization do it, or did the public security do it?

......

Poirot's Cafe.

Toru Amuro was cleaning up the table, and when he heard the sound of entering the door, he saw Kamikawa walk into the café, greet him, and go straight to the window and sit down.

"Why are you here?"

Kamikawa took off his hat and looked at the environment of Poirot's Cafe, and then at Toru Amuro in his overalls.

He seems to be the right person for everything.

When I was a chef, I was a competent chef who took every meal seriously, whether it was buying groceries or cooking.

Now working as a waiter in a café, his every move is friendly and polite, and people can't fault it at all.

"Can't I come and see you?"

Amuro smiled, "Of course." ”

"The working state is switched very quickly~"

"I've been working in Poirot for a few days, right? And I used to work as a waitress in a restaurant. Amuro Toru chatted with Kamikawa as he cleaned up.

The café, which was hot for a while a few days ago because of Toru Amuro's entry, has returned to its usual state, and it is not busy, but it is not deserted either.

"How much work have you done?" Kamikawa is really a little curious about what this working emperor has done.

Amuro is 29 this year, and if he graduated from the police academy at the age of 24, then he has been working part-time for five years?

"It's too much, I can't remember it......"

Ever since he accepted the assignment to infiltrate the organization, he has basically been working part-time. Most of his responsibilities are intelligence, and all intelligence needs is to infiltrate, investigate. It's not uncommon to work in one place for months because you're researching something.

Shangchuan instantly raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Is that what you can call - the emperor of work?" ”

"The Emperor of Workers? Don't you think it's an exaggeration? ”

"No, I think you fully deserve that title. Being able to treat every job with heart is something I can't do. ”

Amuro bent his eyes and smiled, "With your character, it's impossible to go to work, right?" ”

"Not necessarily, who knows what will happen in the future?"