Standing in the broadcast room, ignoring the crew members who had a hole in their heads, Dilu bent down and tapped on the microphone in its open state.

"Hey, hey, hey? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? ”

After a brief audition, Dilu pretended to clear her throat.

"Congratulations to everyone for coming alive, ah no, standing out from the crowd, the new Chosen One, no, the code name will be born from among you, I am Camus, please hear the survivors of this broadcast and go to the deck to gather now, the time limit is thirty minutes, if it is outdated, please bear the consequences~"

Expressionless and witty, Di Lu took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, turned off the signal shielding, and turned around to catch Shuichi Akai, who had been hiding for a long time.

The world points the way, say thank you to the world.

"How do you know where I am..."

The humanoid gorilla who rubbed his forehead looked at Di Lu in front of him with some vigilance, but his hand was not honest at all, and he wanted to pull his face to see if his face was true or false.

Angrily slapped Shuichi Akai's hand away, and Dilu rolled her eyes.

"Just tell me how you're going to leave, right? Have you been in an organization, do you know the style of the organization? ”

Shuichi Akai nodded calmly.

"This ship is going to blow up, right? How much longer? ”

Di Lu didn't answer, gave him a "give you a look, you can experience it yourself" expression, turned around and ran.

Looking at Di Lu's back a little dumbfounded, Shuichi Akai was a little dazed.

I found him specifically to tell him that the ship was going to blow up and let him run quickly? Not saying anything about the most important time or anything like that, what a strange act of confusion.

Forget it, let's find a way to get out first.

…

When Dilu arrived on deck, the four people who had already arrived turned their heads to look at her.

looked at it, and the people who survived were Toru Amuro, Eikai Hondo, a blonde and white-skinned foreign devil who claimed to be Japanese, and the red-haired and golden-eyed perverted little brother who was interrupted by her hunting before.

Very well, there are three undercover agents out of four, one Japanese policeman, one CIA, one KGBGER, and the last one is still a pervert.

Di Lu felt a little suffocated, but he didn't seem to be able to enter the organization, and he was suffocated and subtle at the same time, and he couldn't understand it.

But it's true that the matter is not over yet, after all, this time the gentleman's plan is not alive.

Although it is impossible to leave it to him.

Pulling out his phone again and looking at the time, Gin was late in a huge helicopter.

"Aren't you afraid that gentleman will put little shoes on you?"

Sitting on the helicopter with his feet crossed, Dilu shook his legs against his big bourbon golden retriever.

didn't see the cat who didn't care about his "external image" at all and was still a beautiful woman, and Gin was very calm with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Your name was added by that fellow Rum on his own initiative, and there is a weakness on the face that only makes the gentleman more comfortable with me."

"It's rum again..."

I couldn't help but complain, and Dilu didn't know where she offended Rum or what, and was bitten by that mad dog-like guy.

"Maybe it's because you're the one who blinded him in one eye?"

Bourbon is a serious guess.

"Then he should be doing the old smoking gun with a dead face in front of him, what are you doing with me?"

Dilu pointed to the gin in the front row, who was the driver.

Bourbon consciously closed his mouth, he didn't dare to interject.

It's bad to make the driver angry, and everyone will be finished together.

"That guy from Rum wouldn't dare make a move on me."

Gin scoffed.

"But in fact he's the second-in-command, you're just a thug."

Seemingly a little dissatisfied with Dilu's deliberate raising of the bar, Gin glanced sideways behind him, and finally locked his gaze on Toru Amuro.

"If you talk nonsense, I'll throw away this golden retriever you raised."

Di Lu, who was unwilling to shut up: No, that guy is obviously a Siamese cat, and the golden retriever or something is fake.

Bourbon, who was innocently cue: But what's my business?

Trying to shrink his sense of existence, Mizuki no mercy: So what is the relationship between Gin and Camus? What is the relationship between Camus and Bourbon, and if it is what he thinks, why does Gin not care about Bourbon's existence at all, and even use him to threaten Camourne? This circle is a bit outrageous, and she can't figure it out for a while.

The Köbger's white men and red-haired perverts continue to be quiet as chickens as their backdrops.

"Why me again!"

Dilu looked at the text message from Karasuma Renya on her phone and wailed.

She really doesn't want to work overtime anymore.

Sighing, he looked at the codeless duo behind him, and Dilu reached out to the undercover agent from the Kborg.

"You, codename, Red Label Whiskey."

Then she looked at the red-haired, golden-eyed perverted young man again, and stretched out her right hand to shake it.

"Hello, Bacardi, welcome to the Blackcoats."

"Tut-tut, this differential treatment, Gin will cry when he sees it."

Bourbon calmly commented.