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Although this mission failed in Jing Baiye's heart, the mission reward was still called as usual.

In this mission, the organization killed a total of three people in Japan, but the outside world was more concerned about the deaths of the two Americans, and not many people cared about the death of the only Japanese, Moriyama Ren.

He didn't die in Tokyo, Manhattan fiddled with his brakes, causing him to fall off a cliff on the way down the mountain. After the car fell, it exploded, causing a fire that almost destroyed everything.

The badly damaged car was unable to detect a problem with the brakes, and the case was classified as an accident that day.

The more troublesome thing was Waltz's death. Although Manhattan tried hard to cite the accident, his death was too close to Murphy. In addition, it involved Americans with special status, so the Japanese police couldn't try to close the case directly by accident. , must try to investigate.

Jing Baiye knew that they couldn't find him again, because he cleaned up all the evidence early.

The other side went back to Manhattan in the United States, and Gipson, who was a former teammate of the deceased...the two of them didn't have much problem.

Because of jealousy, Waltz instigated his subordinates to shoot Gipson. Not many people knew about it, so the outside world did not know that Gipson had such a deep hatred with them. The FBI just checked according to interpersonal relationships and sniper ability as usual, not directly. Taking him as the first suspect, as long as he has no record of entering Japan and sufficient alibi, the suspicion can be ruled out.

Manhattan came to Japan this time as a member of the bottom class, and he could also pass the border.

The last target they will solve in the United States, where there are many shooting cases every year, as long as they operate properly, they can easily get out of the crime.

Jing Baiye knew from the TV that the FBI had come to Japan. To be honest, he didn't quite understand why it was necessary to make news when agents from other national intelligence agencies came to his country to investigate cases. The reporter's tone seemed to be quite happy. Don't you feel ashamed...

As for what the FBI will do in Japan, Jing Baiye doesn't care, because he knows that the CIA must be more concerned than the organization.

He had locked several CIA agents operating in Japan from Haspel's mobile phone before, as long as he disclosed the information of the right opportunity, and Jinjiu planned to dig along to find out if there were FBI undercover agents.

What happens next has nothing to do with Jing Baiye.

…

Soon to the end of December, near the end of the year, the first snow fell in Maya Town.

Floor heating is installed in the villa, no matter how cold it is outside, the interior is very warm; while the outdoor garden has a thick layer of snow, Jing Baiye did not let Little White Bee clean it up, so he and Bourbon made a large one together. Qian Duoduo and Dora Snowman were placed by the gazebo.

After that sniping, there were no tasks in the organization. The Dark Night Baron on the information team passed several rounds of tests and is expected to be officially put into use next month.

So Jing Baiye took advantage of this time to refit Gin's car in the underground workshop.

Gin's Porsche has been refitted for a round, and Jing Baiye made more optimizations for him on this basis.

- Replace all glass with special bulletproof glass, spray the body with a layer of protective spray that will strengthen but not aggravate, replace with a better engine, plus passive safety features...

These are all things in the system store. In the past, Jingbaiye often modified vehicles, these are must-haves.

On Christmas Eve, Jing Baiye and Shirley went out to dinner, and when they came back, they ate the snack prepared by Scotland and sent an email to Gin, telling him that the Porsche had been refitted.

It turned out that on Christmas Day, it was vodka to pick up the car.

"Big brother has other tasks."

Vodka saw that Jing Baiye was the only one to accompany him to the garage, and leaned over to reveal the information in a low voice.

"...It is said that during this investigation, the eldest brother found several suspicious guys."

——

The twin tower skyscrapers of Nishitama City, this is the first time Gin has set foot here.

There are floor-to-ceiling windows around the office, and the surrounding view is very good, but Gin has no mood to appreciate it.

The gentleman he most respects sits behind his desk, holding in his arms the petite, blue-eyed Scottish Fold. The golden kitten was lying on his arms, his head buried, and he didn't dare to look at the gin on the opposite side.

BOSS looked at the information presented by Gin, with the same smile on his face as he always did: "...Calm down, Gin."

His voice was gentle and calm, as if he had only seen the year-end summary report sent by the group, not the undercover suspicion summary of several members of the organization.

"…"

Realizing that he scared the boss pet, Gin slowly subsided his murderous aura.

"It's been like this since the last time he was in power. With the growing power of the organization, it's inevitable that there will be undercover agents sent by the intelligence agencies of various countries." The boss comforted him in turn, "You don't need to be so angry."

If someone else told Gin Jiu not to be angry and undercover, Gin Jiu would definitely give him a shot.

Now that the BOSS told him that, it was really comforting him from the bottom of his heart.

"Stout, Acquavit, Riesling..."

The BOSS slowly read out these three code names, his tone was light and gentle, without the slightest anger.

"You want to investigate the FBI undercover, and the result is that MI6 and D's undercover are dug up. This is really amazing."

BOSS's sometimes speech habits are very similar to Angstra's, and others can understand it literally - it seems like a mockery, but it's just a compliment.

Hearing the gin praised by the boss, most of the anger and irritability that had accumulated in my heart miraculously disappeared.

The boss said he was very powerful, and the boss said there was no need to be angry... Yes, there is really no need to be angry.

In order to get information, those rats are doing dirty work in the organization, and they are more conscientious than real members. It's a pity that no matter how serious they are, as long as they make even one mistake in so many tasks, they will lose everything, and all their efforts in the past will be in vain.

"What do you want to do with them?" the boss asked.

"Aquavit is in Canada, Belmod is in North America, it's more convenient for her to send people to monitor; Stout and Riesling are in Europe, these two let Rum send people to watch ... I will deal with them myself."

Ruining all the mice's efforts and watching them struggle before they die is the best reward after overtime.

BOSS looked up at him, suddenly put the cat on the table, got up and walked towards him.

Jin Jiu was stunned, thinking that the boss was going to do something to him, but watched him pass him, and stopped until he reached the floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked at his back, the blackness almost blending with the dark gray sky outside.

"…gentlemen?"

"It's alright, I just want to take a close look at the snow outside." BOSS raised his head and stared at the swirling snow outside.

Gin walked over, stood beside him, and glanced outside casually.

There is only a gray area. It is so high here that it is impossible to see what is below. The originally beautiful snowflakes are separated by such a long distance, more like the dust scattered when cleaning the dust.

"Angstra should be with his subordinates at this time, right?" The boss looked back at him.

“…Vodka emailed that Scotland and Bourbon were in when he went to the villa.”

"doing what?"

"Prepare Christmas dinners for their bosses who don't have the slightest culinary talent."

When it comes to Christmas, Gin quickly thinks of the Christmas present that the kid gave him, and the so-called "return gift" that he gave him.

"Even with the code name, he still uses the two of them as a nanny. Fortunately, the last one didn't live with him, otherwise he would be assimilated sooner or later..."

BOSS listened to his evaluation quietly: "Zhu Xingda is different from the two of them."

Jinjiu is not surprised that BOSS remembers that Zhuxingda is so small and can no longer be a low-level member. This gentleman will always pay more attention to the people around Angstra.

Like the French mouse killed by Angstra.

But if Panno waits for a few more months... no, he only needs to wait a few more weeks before he can see the true face of the boss he is thinking of.

It's a pity the undercover can't wait.

A few days before his birthday, he was still inquiring about people who knew Angstra or Japanese culture, and wanted to prepare gifts for that kid. For this reason, I found him, found Curacao, found Daijili, found Rum ... finally chose to do it on his birthday.

Gin couldn't figure out why a guy who organized undercover involuntarily could be so loyal to the organization behind him.

"Gin."

The boss's call made Jin Jiu come back to his senses, and he looked at the man standing not far in front of him.

"Don't kill the three undercover agents, let them continue their normal tasks - after Zhuxingda gets the code name, let him kill them one by one." BOSS said lightly.

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Jin Jiu subconsciously frowned; when he heard the second half of the sentence, Jin Jiu felt that he understood the boss's intention.

"You trained him to be an undercover killer by Angstra's side?"

It seems that the matter of Panno has always been a thorn in BOSS's heart, making him more concerned about whether there are undercover agents around Angstra.

"That kid used to attract two undercover undercover agents to his side... Putting an undercover killer next to him to keep an eye on him at all times might prevent other mice from coveting underage members."

"..."

The BOSS looked back at Gin, and there seemed to be something flashing in his eyes.