midnight.

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

The room was quiet and the owner of the house had already entered sleep.

With a clear click, the door was opened.

The people behind him were the first to step into it, and the strong man followed behind him.

The person on the bed was sleeping soundly, but even though he was sleeping, the habit he developed by long-term training still woke him up the moment the bedroom door opened.

He opened his eyes, and the two figures stood beside the bed and stared at him expressionlessly. The gaze without any emotion was like a knife slamming on his face, and a chill spread from his toes to the sky spirit cover, making him fall into an ice cave.

The two black shadows were wearing hats, and the iconic silver hair made him realize who this was.

Gin!!

Why did Gin come here suddenly?

Has he been exposed?

Something happened above?

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

Without any intention of talking, a bullet shot out of the muzzle, and the dark stream of light hit his forehead with a whirlwind, blood splattering. He lay on his back on the bed, still terrified in his eyes.

"Search!" Put away the gun and Gin opened coldly.

"Yes, brother!" Feeling the chill in Gin's words, Vodka quickly responded, and the decibels of the sound couldn't help but increase a little.

He walked to the door and pressed the switch, and the room suddenly became bright.

Looking at the light on, Gin frowned, but then let go again and looked at the layout inside the house.

This is a temporary residence.

Various details indicate that his master is just temporarily living here.

Vodka was wearing gloves in the drawer and searching in the closet. Seeing that he couldn't find anything useful for a long time, Gin took out a gun and a document from under the pillow of the body in silence.

"Ha, sure enough..."

Looking at the ID in his hand, he cracked a cold smile. It seemed that the momentum of gin was too strong, and vodka was lighter in his hands and tried to reduce his presence.

"Search! Search inch by inch!"

The moon hid into the clouds, and the black Porsche started from the roadside. Vodka drove the car, and the co-pilot's gin was playing with the small notebook in his hand.

Vodka turned to look at him, and for a moment he stopped talking, "Brother... are we not clearing the traces?"

The notebook in his hand closed with a snap, and Gin leaned against the back of the chair, with a cold look on his face, "How can a fish take the hook if you don't put the hook?"

......

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

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

When he opened the door, there was nothing unusual in the living room. He walked to the bedroom and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The whole bedroom was in a mess, and every floor tiles in the room seemed to have been pried open. The person who rested in this room last night was lying on the bed with a big hole on his forehead. The bright red blood dyed his bed sheets and pillows red. The expression of horror on his face was still there, and there was no sound.

"This..." He took a step back, and a chill rushed to the sky's spiritual cover.

Exposed?!

The strong panic made him unable to think calmly. He panicked and called his contact person, and his hands trembling when pressing the number.

"Akai... Fujisawa... He is dead!"

"What?!"

Akai Hideichi stood up after a rubbing his feet, and the coffee on the table was almost overturned.

He frowned and quickly deduced various possibilities in his mind, "What's going on?"

"I went to see him in the morning, but no one responded when I knocked on the door. After entering the room, I found that Fujiwara was dead, and the entire bedroom seemed to have been searched inch by inch..."

As Hideichi Akai heard the words over there, he pinched his eyebrows irritably.

There are so many things recently. First, he was targeted by the police for no reason, and then the people in the organization seemed to know that he had returned to Japan and that the things he wanted to investigate still did not make much progress.

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

He made the worst plan, but what he didn't expect was the first person who seemed to have nothing to do with the organization on the surface.

"Is there anything on Fujisawa's hands?"

"Yes!" Fujisawa, as an undercover agent who has been hiding in Japan for many years, naturally had information and contact information from relevant personnel, which was also the root of his fear.

Once the other party cracks the code of their contact, other people hiding in Japan, including himself, will face severe danger!

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

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

Is it done by the organization or by the public security?

......

Poirot Cafe.

Tomo Amuro was cleaning up the table. When he heard the sound of entering the door, he saw Kamikawa Shin take him into the cafe, greet him, and walked straight to the window to sit down.

"Why are you here?"

Shin Kawakawa took off his hat, looked at the environment of Poirot Cafe, and then looked at Tomo Amuro in his work clothes.

He seems to do whatever he does.

When he was a chef, he was a competent chef. He was very serious in every meal whether he was buying vegetables or cooking.

Now working as a waiter in a cafe, every move is friendly and polite, making people unable to make mistakes.

"Can't you come to see you?"

Amuro burst into laughter, "Of course."

"The working state is switched quite quickly~"

"After all, I've been working in Poirot for a few days, okay? And I've worked as a waiter in the restaurant before." Toru Amuro was tidying up while chatting with Kashikawa.

A few days ago, the cafe, which was popular for a while due to Amuro Tomori's entry, returned to its usual state. It was not busy, but it was not deserted.

"How much work have you done?" Shangchuan Shun was really curious about the work that this working emperor had done.

Tomo Amuro is 29 this year. If he graduated from a police academy at the age of 24, then he has been working for five years?

"Too many, I can't remember..."

Since he was lurking into the organization with a task, he has been basically working. Most of the information he is responsible for is intelligence, and all intelligence needs is lurking and investigation. It is common for working in a place for several months because it is investigated.

Kurakawa raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Can you call you the working emperor?"

"Working Emperor? Don't you think it's a bit exaggerated?"

"No, I think you deserve this title. I definitely can't do it if I can treat every job carefully."

Amuro bent his eyes and smiled, "With your personality, it's impossible to go to work, right?"
Chapter completed!