Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator - Page 290
"Gossip reporter?"
Pisco was stunned. He knew that there were many TV crew members in the banquet hall, even Kiel, who often worked with Gin, was among them.
"That photo has been uploaded to the Internet." Gin slightly tightened the muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead, and sneered sarcastically: "When do you think the police will see it?"
It was only at this point that Pisco finally reacted.
At that time, the only lights on in the banquet hall were the spotlights around the stage, and the whole place was dim. He seized the moment when the accident happened to shoot, cleverly using the screams of the crowd to cover up the sound of the gunshot.
But he overlooked that the screams could cover not only the sound of gunfire, but also the sound of taking pictures. There were indeed flashes among the crowd, but he thought they were taking pictures of the more eye-catching stage.
Pisco was sweating coldly: "No, Gin, I am a veteran of the organization and have followed that gentleman for many years. You can't kill me without permission!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the muzzle of the gun pause slightly.
He felt happy.
The organization prohibits infighting among members, and if one wants to directly kill another member, it is only possible under two circumstances.
First, the other party is confirmed to be an undercover agent or a traitor.
Second, if the other party is surrounded by the enemy or in a very dangerous environment, the possibility of rescuing him is very low.
The above two types can be shot directly. If there is a mistake in the mission, even a major mistake, it must be reviewed by the BOSS to decide whether to execute, punish, let it go, or whether there is suspicion of undercover and further review is required.
Judging from Gin's reaction, he probably hasn't received the boss's decision on what to do.
Pisco's eyes turned. With his life at stake, he quickly recalled the news he heard at the banquet and thought he had caught some evidence:
"——It's not just me, Gin. In fact, you also made a fatal mistake."
Gin's eyes turned colder.
What is this old guy talking about?
Because Gin was facing away from the streetlight, Pisco couldn't see his expression for a moment. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he continued:
"I can choose not to report you and keep it a secret from the boss. I can also help you explain to Rum, as long as you help me say a few words in front of the boss..."
“Beep—beep—”
Just as Pisco was bargaining with something that Gin couldn't understand, a vague sound of sirens suddenly came from a distance!
Vodka, who was in the car, changed his expression drastically. He lowered the window and wanted to ask Gin to leave quickly. However, as soon as he stuck his head out, he saw Gin pulling the trigger without mercy!
"boom!"
Pisco's body fell to the ground with a bang, a hint of surprise still lingering on his face.
Gin turned around and got in the car. Vodka stepped on the accelerator. After they drove a distance and could no longer hear the sirens, the driver hesitated and said, "Brother, you killed Pisco without receiving the order from the boss. This..."
"He was about to be caught by the police, so I killed him."
Gin said coldly.
Vodka said nothing. He knew that the situation just now - the police were about to arrive - could be considered within the scope of direct killing, but it was a bit far-fetched...
The black Porsche blended into the night and drove forward. Vodka didn't know whether to go to the hotel. When he was about to ask, Gin's phone rang again.
Gin looked at the screen with a serious expression. He looked out the window and found that this area was not suitable for parking, so he made a gesture to Vodka to keep quiet.
Vodka immediately realized that it was the boss calling.
Maybe he just returned to the room and saw the missed call from Brother Gin, so he called back immediately.
He subconsciously straightened his body and his driving posture became a little stiff, as if the boss high above him could see his movements through the phone.
Gin pressed the answer button and waited for the other party to speak first.
In the entire organization, he will only answer the phone unconditionally for two people. One has a special identity. Even if someone calls him at three in the morning just to tease him, he has to tolerate it and settle the score with them later. The other one is the BOSS.
He was on the phone with one of them right now.
The call was connected.
Gin waited patiently. He waited for several seconds, but the other party still didn't make any sound.
There was dead silence in the car.
Chapter 344 Dreams, Snakes, and Men in Black
Da da……
On the 20th floor of the hotel, the police and guests had basically evacuated. From the end of the corridor, there was a faint sound of high heels stepping on the ground.
Curacao walked for a while, her brows gradually furrowed. She turned into the empty player's lounge, took out a pair of low-heeled shoes that fit her feet, and left the room only after making sure that the shoes would not make similar noises.
She went back to the corridor, looked at the empty corridor and lounge area, and then looked at the hotel surveillance footage displayed on her mobile phone.
The heterochromatic eyes quickly scanned them one by one.
where is it?
Where is Shirley?
Curacao was looking at the surveillance camera in the lobby on the first floor. Just as she was about to look for someone among the service staff who were planning to pack up and leave early, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a scene on the twenty-first floor out of the corner of her eye.
A figure with short, slightly wavy hair walked past timidly.
——She seemed to be trying her best to avoid being captured by the surveillance camera, but her position was not in the camera's blind spot, so even though she tried hard to avoid it, her silhouette was still captured.
Curacao's eyes immediately became sharp.
She confirmed the floor again and did not use the elevator. Instead, she walked quickly to the door of the emergency passage and headed upstairs.
……
cold.
The pervasive cold, the smell of rust, and several voices whispering in my ears.
This is where?
Who was speaking in his ear?
Zhu Fu Jingguang had his eyes closed. He knew he had fallen to the ground. He was conscious but could not open his eyes.
The voices in my ears were getting closer and closer... finally, they became clear.
He recognized the voices.
"I'm sorry about what happened to that girl... No, sir, I told you everything! Your daughter is not here! We didn't hide her! She has... Ugh!!"
It was the voice my father made before he died.
"Jingguang, you hide here first! You can only come out when I call you out!"
"What are you doing... Please, we really didn't hide your daughter. She's already... Don't go over there! Please, your daughter isn't there! Please don't go over there!"
“Don’t hurt my child!!!”
It was the sound of my mother before she died.
Zhu Fu Jingguang's throat suddenly hurt badly.
He wanted to cover his ears, not wanting to hear his parents' painful screams before they died, but he failed...but soon his wish was fulfilled in another form, this time someone else was talking in his ear.
But those voices still make people despair.
"Mr. Zhufu, run!!"
"You're exposed! This is a trap. The organization has discovered that the congressman is still alive!!"
"Everything today is a trap for you!!!"
It was the sound he heard when his undercover identity was exposed.
"Every day is torture, walking on the edge of a knife, worrying about being exposed at any time. Once exposed, it will involve the death of family and friends... They are heroes in the dark, working hard for the interests and future of more people..."
"But, what does this have to do with me?"
"—He killed my relatives, and I will make him pay the price."
It is the families of the victims who are calling for revenge.
It was as if there was endless cold air piling up in his chest. Every time he breathed, ice chips scraped across his trachea and lungs, causing a fishy smell to rise in Zhu Fu Jingguang's throat.
He became more and more awake, although he still couldn't open his eyes...some clear fragments emerged in his mind.
He remembered.
He thought of his mission today and his colleagues in the public security department.
He even remembered the last words the woman from the organization, Curacao, said to him before she knocked him down.
"That male police officer from Nagano who looks a lot like you..."
"Is it your family?"
Curacao looked at him with a smile full of malice.
——"Is it your family?"
It was just this one sentence that made Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had been at a disadvantage before, stunned for a moment, and then the opponent seized this brief gap and knocked him down mercilessly.
Zhu Fu Jingguang recalled everything that happened today until he fainted, and wanted desperately to get up and figure out the current situation, but he had no strength.
Just then, he heard a burst of laughter suddenly in his ears.
The laughter was very light, but it pierced his eardrum as clearly as a needle, making his heart beat faster.
Someone helped him up, and Zhu Fu Jingguang smelled a faint sweet scent, which he recognized as the scent of a certain type of ladies' cigarette.
But he couldn't tell whether it was a woman's hand or a man's hand that was holding him. When he realized there was someone around him, the hands were already moving on his body.
She - or he, opened his clothes, and her cold fingers stroked the skin of his abdomen. His body shuddered... Those hands did not stop, and moved slowly upwards.
His Adam's apple was touched, his cheeks and ears were caressed, and two slender fingers pinched his earlobes, kneading them gently, and then pulled them down lightly, again and again.
The movements were intimate, but did not make people feel the slightest bit of ambiguity. Instead, it was like being entangled by a poisonous snake. The slippery and cold feeling was even colder than the chilly air around them.
Zhu Fu Jingguang shuddered again and couldn't help but let out a moan.
"elder brother……"