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Organization stronghold, underground training ground.

It's hard to imagine that after more than half a month's absence, he and Amuro met again and fought. But it is.

Xia Zuo had already been defeated by the rapidly progressing Lord A ten days ago. The potential of this body is far higher than expected. The training process seems to be more appropriate to describe the awakening of memory than learning.

It may not be easy for Mr. A to gradually determine his true life experience. As for whether Amuro Toru's strange attitude has anything to do with this, at least it's not yet possible to judge, so let's consider it as a possibility for the time being.

A week ago, he completed several secret missions sent by Rumzhi. He had died too many times, he couldn't count them, and he had even been a prisoner. He was tortured to ask for information about the organization, and he succeeded in counter-killing by seizing the opportunity to commit suicide to confuse the other party.

Finally after this, he got Rum's contact details, which meant he was acknowledged.

After processing, Rum's voice was hoarse and weird, and he chose a code name for Mr. A.

"Montes, I have high regard for you."

Unexpectedly, it was fermented wine. Mr. A originally thought that he would get the code name of distilled wine. But it didn't matter, he showed Rum his docile and sharp face.

He chuckled and asked, "What are you going to do with me?"

"I was going to make you a knife," Rum said, "but now I want you to be a ghost."

Invisible, unknown, yet ubiquitous, a ghost that no one knows about. Lurking on the other side of the dark, doing all the unseen work for him and the organization.

Such as cleaning up traitors, assassinating partners.

These traitors may also include some people who are opposed to Rum, which is to be proved by free heart.

Mr. A understood what Rum meant.

The black-clothed organization has grown to a certain extent, which has left it in a state of clutter for a long period of time. Offline is in violation of yin and yin, partners hide evil intentions, and unknown mice take advantage of it.

Just like when people are middle-aged, they have a lot of fat, and the dark diseases left by their youth are about to move. The external germs invade the inside, but the immune system has become accustomed to laziness and loses its own function.

Now they have come to the point where they must make changes, otherwise they will only be waiting for them to be hollowed out and easily destroyed by the outside world.

But stupid people will never be absent at any time. There are always stubborn guys who think that their interests will be damaged because of this, and have been trying to drag the organization all the way to the abyss of destruction.

The role of the ghost is to clean up these worms and give the rest to a deterrent.

Montes is the code name of Jun A, but not a ghost. The person standing under this identity can be changed at any time.

"You are very smart, you know what to do, don't become a mad dog like gin." Rum is obviously very dissatisfied with seeing who bites who's gin. This kind of guy has only the advantage of being violent and loyal. Said, "I will send someone to put the information where it should be placed. Only a living person can know the content. There is a special radio transmitter inside. You must take it with you at all times. Munster, don't let me down."

Mr. A agreed. The other party finally said: "As for Bourbon..."

Rum was clearly not ignorant of Bourbon and him. But he didn't know it very well. Jun A calmly said: "He is showing affection to you through me. Bourbon's intelligence skills are first-rate, and he acts strangely. He is ambitious and smart."

"Oh? Do you think he can use it?"

"It can be used, but at least now, be prepared to be bitten back. His loyalty is cheaper than weeds and more rare than diamonds."

Rum was noncommittal, and said the last sentence of this communication, "Then it's up to you to watch him, everyone has weaknesses, and I don't need to teach you what to do..."

After hanging up the communication, Mr. A checked his weight and it was already 41.

It's still a long way from Scotland.

Rum trusted himself more than Rum trusted him. The second-in-command of the organization is wary of anyone, and he believes in profit, and people act in pursuit of profit.

He thinks that he can give Mr. A what he wants, but others may not be able to, so he gave Mr. A that transmitter. Insurance and warning.

Boom!

The flaw he thought he had caught was actually the opponent's trap. Before he had time to retract his fist, his wrist was grasped, he lost his balance between pulling, and his waist tried to counterattack, but the leg that swept toward the opponent's weak underbelly failed to hit the target, and instead made him fall down. other side.

He heard a chuckle in his ear, and the next second, he was crushed to the ground, his arms were twisted behind him, and his legs were also unable to move because of the numbness being pressed by the other's knees.

The struggle was probably like a cat that lost its claws in the eyes of the opponent, and it was not lethal.

What about the intelligence officers?

This is the combat power an intelligence officer should have! Mountain gorilla? You are!

Mr. A was discouraged, and collapsed to the ground like a salted fish.

The weak intelligence officer smiled slightly and praised: "Mr. A has made great progress."

No matter how much progress is made, it will still be rubbed on the ground.

A-jun pouted, he thought he could beat An Shi thoroughly. After all, even Xia Zuo was defeated by him, and as a result...

As expected of all-A enrollment, the first graduate of the police academy, and the brilliant record has never been surpassed.

"Hahaha, is this disheartening?" The other party let out a bright laugh, released the restraint on Mr. A, sat cross-legged to one side, and faced Mr. A with his face sideways, "The speed of your progress is not so incredible. It would be more appropriate to say a miracle, Mr. A is a genius among geniuses, and he will surpass me soon."

deceive...

Mr. A who thought so: "Really?"

"I won't lie to you." Amuro said with a smile. Of course, the front is the truth based on objective facts. As for the last sentence... He didn't say how long it was.

He looked at the boy's eyes that were obviously trying to make a bad idea, held the other person's red wrist in his hand, and asked casually, "Speaking of which, has Mr. A fulfilled our agreement well?"

A-jun took a breath.

He... of course he didn't intend to abide by that strange agreement. After all, Mr. A is different from the rest of the world, and death is not an unbearable price for him. Sometimes it is more beneficial to use this blind spot to achieve his goals.

However, when I decided to do that, I remembered Toru Amuro's face for some reason, and an inexplicable sense of guilt came to my heart...

In the end, although he still died, his subjective thoughts before that were indeed aimed at living.

Therefore, strictly speaking, he is fulfilling his promise not to give up hope of living even in a desperate situation.

Amuro rubbed his messy hair and showed a sugary smile: "I'm very happy."

Observing the pulse and pupils is a very basic polygraph method. People who have received professional training can even achieve the result of reading minds through subtle changes in the facial muscles. Amuro cannot reach the latter level. But it's still easy to simply judge the answer of the other party's yesorno.

After all, Mr. A didn't deliberately hide it.

A Jun widened his eyes and looked away angrily: "Today I want to eat Japanese food."

"no problem."

They changed their clothes, took care of themselves and returned to the ground. There was a repair shop on the bright side, and Amuro drove him back to the safe house.

White crumbs fell from the gray sky as the car pulled off the main road.

Amuro opened smoothly, although it was not obvious, A-Jun was obviously relieved, and he cast his eyes out of the window.

"How does it feel to be back in this country?"

"Unfamiliar and familiar, most of the time I'm busy with other things..." Mr. A answered thoughtfully, and then threw the question back, "What about you? Brother Tou's nationality, I remember it's Japan."

"Me? It's true that I was born here. As for the feeling of coming here... Well, it's a little troublesome, and it's a lot of restraint." Toru Amuro's answer was also flawless.

Officially Japan is indeed a little more troublesome than Free America. At least now, before Conan, there are very few incidents like shootings.

The two of them met this time. Strictly speaking, it was not one of the parties who came here deliberately, but because of the cooperation in the task, they got together.

After all, Montes' identity also needs to be managed. This time it belongs to the cooperation between Bourbon and Montes, which also symbolizes that the intelligence dealer is officially moving closer to the Rum faction.

They are now in Hokkaido.

The first snow falls, and winter enters here earlier than elsewhere.