Chapter 10 The Difference Between a Model Worker and a Half Model Worker
A black Porsche was parked by the stairs of a low-rise apartment. Vodka was sitting in the driver's seat, waiting for Gin to come downstairs.
Since it was already past 2 a.m. when we received the call in the morning, Gin did not return to his residence after delivering Angstra. Instead, he and Vodka spent the night improvising in a safe house in Abeido Town next door.
Vodka didn't wait long. He watched Gin come down the stairs, opened the car door and got into the passenger seat: "Brother, are you going to the research institute today?"
"I won't go. Shirley isn't here. She's currently staying with Miyano Akemi and Angstra." Gin said, "Go to Toriyamachi."
Vodka knew that Shirley, who was under the care of his eldest brother, would meet with his sister every once in a while, and he drove her there several times. As for the mention of Angstra, it would be more normal. If Shirley didn't go back to Japan,
Friends are weird.
The two underage members studied in the same school before, and they are only one year apart in age. They have more in common with the other members. In addition, the two guardians, Belmod and Gin, often meet each other, so their communication is even more intense.
too much.
Gin opened the memo on his phone and looked at today's still full schedule.
The first thing he had to do was tell Angostura what the person who went to pick him up looked like. This was very important. Angostela was sometimes face-blind, especially if she was ugly, as if her eyes were blind.
Installed with a thickened filter to prevent the other person's face from being engraved into your brain.
Currently, there are two available low-level staff in Mikka Town, a blond and dark-skinned Toru Amuro. Although he looks quite handsome, Gin looked at the blond hair and instantly thought of a completely cool French undercover... Angus
Terra is calm and reliable most of the time, but occasionally he has a willful, cruel and angry side. To avoid unnecessary trouble, he chose another black-haired Midorikawa Shin.
He dug out the photo of the other party from the encrypted photo album of [Not Waste (to be further verified)]. This was not troublesome at all. There were only about ten photos in it, which could be seen at a glance. He posted the photo in the email and sent it to
Go to Angstra.
After talking to Angstra about picking up the person, Gin started to call another client.
"it's me."
Gin did not give out his code name. He felt that his voice and number could be directly recognized by all members of the organization, whether those with code names or those at the bottom.
It was not quiet on the other side. Guitar and bass were mixed with drumming. He remembered that Midorikawa Xin was the bassist of a band that was resident in a bar. He did not repeat what he just said, but waited quietly for a few seconds, and there was a sound of footsteps and a sound.
After registering the sound of the door closing, the environment opposite became completely silent.
"Gin?" The man opposite asked, "Do you have any new missions?"
"At eight o'clock in the evening, go to the safe house over at Mihua Town to pick someone up."
"Who are you picking up?" The other person paused and asked, "To avoid making mistakes, can you tell me the detailed physical characteristics of that person?"
"It's not necessary. It's fine as long as he knows you." Gin said and hung up the phone.
Vodka drove his Porsche across the Aido Central Bridge. He felt a little hungry and said to Gin next to him: "Brother, should we go to a nearby convenience store to buy something to eat first?"
Just as Gin was about to nod, his phone received another email.
[There are changes in the plan of the Nicanhui, and the trading time has been changed to 4 p.m.——curacao]
"..." Gin stared at the screen, while the vodka was as quiet as quail.
Before Rum went to Paris, he was looking for trouble with the Mud Society in China. He sent his confidant Curacao to infiltrate the underworld organization. Due to the short time, she could not directly break into the middle and high-level people, so she could only hang out on the periphery to listen to some information. An
Gerstra arrived just in time, and he was able to disguise Curacao, making her look like one of the cadres.
[I know, I will ask Angstra to come over and disguise you in the afternoon.——gin]
After Gin contacted Curacao, he used a special application to delete these emails.
Now he has to email and call again to tell the two people he contacted ten minutes ago that the pick-up time has changed... It would be nice if the email from Curacao came earlier, so that he would not have to repeat the work.
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Gin had no expression on his face. He looked out the window. The Porsche drove past a convenience store, and a student who walked out of the door happily eating a bun.
"..."
...Forget it, the mission is still important, and I won’t starve to death if I don’t eat for the time being.
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Jing Baiye really spreads other people's ashes.
During his stay in Paris, the most extreme and meaningless thing he did was to climb up the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower from the outside with bare hands, and stand on it and spread Panno's ashes - grabbing a handful from the box.
The kind of Yang that spreads outside.
At that time, he was standing in the mess of his villa, trying to pick out the part that belonged to Panno, and at the same time called Rum to tell him about the incident. He was frantically calculating in his mind how much money this farce had cost him.
The more I calculated, the angrier I became.
He refused to be organized to help him deal with the aftermath, and cleaned up all traces of him in the villa. Then he ran alone to the only crematorium in Paris and cremated the human body parts left by the other party. After burning, he received them in an urn with the color
I also specifically chose dark green, which the French don’t like.
Jing Baiye's dislike of traitors and undercovers is actually far less than that of bosses, rum or gin. Even in his opinion, those undercovers from intelligence agencies are elites after all, and they are all sent as undercovers because they have decent abilities.
, in every aspect, they are much better than the useless trash at the bottom of the organization, and their work efficiency is much higher.
If they weren't always thinking about causing him immeasurable property damage, he really wouldn't mind being colleagues with them.
When he mentioned ashes, he thought of his poor house. Thinking of his poor house, he thought of his losses at that time... Jing Baiye's usually calm face was instantly stained with a bit of murderous intent, and then he saw
The stalker at his feet rolled his eyes and fainted.
"..." This is too bad.
Jing Baiye was a little speechless. He grabbed the other person's collar with one hand, dragged him halfway to the farthest compartment, threw it on the toilet, followed him in, and locked the door at the same time.
Just when he was about to search the other party's mobile phone, the mobile phone he put in his coat pocket vibrated.
[Plans have changed, you have to go to Curacao to disguise yourself at 3pm. Where are you now?——gin]
"..."
Jing Baiye thought of the table of dishes in the restaurant, and was silent for a moment. Without replying to the other party, she locked her phone and put it back in her pocket.
It's impossible to delay eating. There are some things that even if a knife is placed on his neck, he won't let go. If this matter is really urgent, Gin will call, but now he just sends an email, which is enough to show the problem.
It's not big. It's not too late to reply after you finish eating.