Chapter 669 Anderberg’s Problem Record

When Gin instructs Vodka to take the car for a ‘drive’.

Let's switch the scene to the bar he left earlier.

There were only two people left in the bar.

Angostela tore open the remaining bag of potato chips that Gin left on the table and began to harass her teammates.

"Anbu! Get up!"

His method of harassment was very simple, that is, he kept putting the torn plastic bag next to the other person's ears and rubbing it.

The sound of "prick, prick, prick" will give you goosebumps after listening to it for a long time...

This way of calling someone to bed is really cruel.

But Angostela did not have the consciousness that she was cruel, and was still working hard at rubbing plastic.

Seeing that his teammates were still lying on the table like dead pigs, he had to use a trick:

"Hey! Anbu, if you don't get up, I'll eat all the potato chips for you, believe it or not?"

The words just fell.

The potato chips in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Angostela was stunned for a moment, her eyes twitching slightly, and she looked speechlessly at Anderberg, who was holding potato chips and starting to eat them, "Tsk, have you never slept in your last life? Can you sleep like this?"

"...You're disturbing my hearing."

Anderberg expressionlessly stuffed a potato chip into his mouth and pointed to his ear.

He had small in-ear headphones plugged into his ears.

"Oh--" Angostela dragged out her voice in a strange tone, "Are you listening to English reading and listening? Is it CET-4 or CET-6?"

Anderberg replied calmly: "Special eight."

Angostela: "..."

"Have you really forgotten your native language after staying in Japan for a few years?"

"No, I'm listening to Japanese listening."

“Is there a special eight for Japanese listening??”

"Now we have it." Anderberg said confidently.

Angostela, who was choked to death, chose to refuse to continue fighting with his teammates. With quick eyesight and quick hands, he snatched a piece of potato chips from the tiger's mouth and threw it into his mouth. While chewing, he said, "What do you think? What's wrong?

?”

"No problem."

Anderberg took off his earphones, took out the recording pen from his pocket and put it on the table. His face was blank, "Gin's hostility towards the FBI and the masked man tentatively named 'Five-Star Group' does not seem to be hypocritical. It seems cautious and wary."

It’s all sincere.”

"...gone?"

"No more."

After getting an affirmative answer from his teammates, Angostela went to stick to the table like a frustrated ball, and whispered: "Sure enough, this method of testing is unreliable... But where is he from?"

Anderburg looked at his depressed teammates, thought for a while, and suggested: "Let Grenz go to hypnosis?"

"Hey! If he can hypnotize that guy Gin, would you believe it if I called him dad?" Angostela rolled her eyes, showing her speechlessness about this bad idea, "Forget it, Gin is an old fox too, this

I'm afraid this simple test is of no use... It's a pity. It would be great if we could find out which group he belongs to."

"Could he simply want to leave the organization?" Anderberg continued to speculate.

Angostela did not deny him this time, but just said something incomprehensible: "If he wants to leave the organization, do you think he will be like those little fish and shrimps who can't stay in the organization?

Gin could not be like those people who wanted to escape and took a sum of money or information as a bargaining chip, or they could not take anything with them and fly away, thinking that the organization would never find them again.

If I were Gin and wanted to leave the organization, I would definitely first find a way to kill the active forces around me, and then wait until the time is right... huh?"

As Angostela spoke, her face became increasingly weird, and finally she stopped.

Wait, could it be...

"Stella?"

Seeing the sudden silence of his teammates, Anderberg tilted his head in confusion.

Have his teammates started becoming Riddlers too?

"...Oh, it's nothing." Angostela came back to her senses, but did not continue to make assumptions. She asked calmly, "What about the others?"

Anderberg tilted his head to the other side, "What?"

"Um, Curly Teddy, is there something wrong with him?"

"His name is not Curly Teddy, his name is Spartan."

Anderberg corrected a wrong answer. Even after correcting it, it was still wrong, but he himself did not realize it. "There is nothing wrong with him, but he seemed a little excited when the police were mentioned."

Angostela touched his chin and thought of a possibility: "Could he be an undercover agent sent by the police to the organization?"

Underberg was chewing potato chips, "Why can't it be that he wants to join the police as an undercover agent? If he is an undercover police officer, when you just mentioned that 'there may be information about the masked man in the police,' he may not refuse."

simply."

"Okay, okay, just think what you said makes sense." Angostra leaned back in her chair melancholy, holding potato chips in one hand and a wine glass in the other. "You have to put this recorder away, I will continue when I get back.

listen."

"Okay." Anderberg simply agreed, then took out a notebook and said, "Stella, I think I need to remind you."

"Say it."

"We are not all monolithic. You need to be more careful." Anderberg's unwavering voice revealed some seriousness. "Alexer had been operating with Clarett and Kil for a long time due to mission reasons.

The latter two were originally Gin's capable subordinates, especially Clarett, who admired Gin very much;

We need to consider the possibility that if Gin rebels, Clarett will follow him and lead Alex astray.

Also, after we rescued Kiel from the FBI, her condition was far worse than before... During the period of being supervised by Grenz, she showed some unconfidence about some issues to some extent, and this performance was not

It’s not obvious. If Grenz wasn’t well versed in human nature and sensitive to people’s emotional changes, he might not have been able to detect it.”

After a short pause, Anderberg looked at his hopeless teammates and continued:

"Also, Grenz also deliberately concealed certain aspects.

When summarizing the last crackdown on the FBI, in addition to expressing his annoyance at not catching the 'silver bullet', he also showed some enthusiasm for hearing about the 'masked man'...

Although there is some gap in strength between him and 'Silver Bullet' Akai Shuichi, the other party still carries a burden, so Grenz should not lose him, and he must be hiding something."

Underberg's notebook is filled with records about possible current problems in the organization.

"No more?" Angostela glanced at his notebook.

Anderberg paused for a moment, then turned the page and said, "There's more."

Angostela closed her eyes in despair, "Damn it, why didn't you tell me this in the base?"

"I'm afraid there's a bug."

"...You think this is gone, don't you?"

Angostela had a black line on her head and took out a throwing knife.

The reflection of the blade flashed in front of Underberg...

‘Dong~’

The bartender standing at the bar fell on the counter, his head pressed against the table, and the tip of the knife penetrated the back of his head.

With just one look, he knew that this man was definitely hopeless.

Angostela took back her hand and said, "Okay, keep talking. Speak quickly and give me a good time."

"good."

Anderberg nodded and spoke quickly and calmly:

"In addition to Grenz, Pino also has a lot of problems. Judging from his historical data, he is basically an intelligence agent with no sense of presence in the gin team, and rarely participates in actual hands-on operations... But he was transferred here

After that, he obviously participated in more tasks, and the reason is open to question."

"And Ireland, which often seeks traces of Chablis..."

"Tequila has never appeared in Tokyo..."

"On the surface, Belmod is firmly on the side of Gin..."

After being bombarded by a bunch of news, Angostela sadly raised her head and looked up at the chandelier at a 45-degree angle.

Okay, he knows that all of his 'people' have evil intentions, so don't say any more...

After a long time, Angostela sighed:

"There are not many loyal ministers like me in the organization."

Anderberg, "..."

Please give me some face.
Chapter completed!