Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 503 The Undercover Problem
meeting room.

For several minutes after Xia Chuan left, the conference room was quiet except for Calvados's humming.

Baileys was shocked by Tequila's actions. She hadn't expected the cunning Tequila to have such an impulsive side, but this impulsiveness also proved that the other party had confidence in his heart.

Was this Gin's instruction? Or is this really related to tequila, and he's just putting on an act?

She had initially been fairly certain that Xia Chuan was behind it, but now that Tequila had pulled this stunt, she was losing confidence.

Because their understanding of the information was fundamentally different from Vermouth's, the two gleaned two different insights from Tequila's performance.

However, Baileys didn't want to get involved. Regardless of whether this matter had anything to do with Xia Chuan, she had no reason to offer advice to Vermouth at this time.

She understands the principle that the more you say, the more mistakes you make.

What she's more concerned about now is whether Xia Chuan knew about the organization if he was behind it, and what he would do after rescuing Anya.

Once Anya shows up, Vermouth will definitely shift her attention from within the organization to Xia Chuan!
If he doesn't report that the GTR is also Xia Chuan's car, it could become a Damocles' sword hanging over his head.

Calvados's idea was a bit simpler.

Although I kept covering my groin, it didn't hurt that much after so long; the tequila definitely held back.

The reason I kept humming was mainly because I heard Tequila's last words.

—Will Vermouth help him check his second child?
After an unknown amount of time, Vermouth lit a cigarette, the sound of the lighter breaking the silence.

"Calvados, if you're in a lot of pain, how about I call a medic to cut it off for you?"

Lighting a cigarette is Vermouth's habitual action to enter a state of deep thought, but when she's smoking and thinking, there's always a pig "oinking" next to her.

It's annoying!
"Hug, sorry."

Calvados shuddered and quickly stood up again: "I'm much better now. That guy Agave's strength is just so-so. He's getting old and his strength has waned."

"Really? Then you got subdued by them?"

Baileys rolled her eyes. Calvados, that pretentious show-off, had his crotch ripped open and he was still saying things like that. He was shameless.

Just like Tequila said, he wears sunglasses every day to pretend to be Morpheus from The Matrix, but when he actually does something, his true colors are revealed, and he's a complete loser.

It's comparable to vodka.

No, their average hard power might be about the same, but vodka has stronger soft power; at least he's better at flattery than him.

Didn't you notice that Gin carries vodka with him every day, while Vermouth tries to avoid it as much as possible? Even after the incident yesterday, Vermouth called me instead of Calvados.

Calvados was about to say something when Vermouth glared at him, and he immediately hissed and sat down like a quail.

It's such a waste that someone who loves to show off is a simp.
Baileys shook her head inwardly; she wouldn't like this kind of person either.

“It seems this really has nothing to do with Gin.” Vermouth seemed to be talking to herself, but Bailey knew that she was asking for her opinion.

Although she was worried that saying too much would lead to making mistakes, Baileys had no choice but to pretend to be clueless since Vermouth had asked the question.

"The possibility has indeed decreased, but it's not absolute. I've had more opportunities to interact with Tequila than you have. He rarely goes crazy, and this is the first time I've seen him act like this. With more contact, he should become more rational. Even Vodka wouldn't dare to do what he just did, let alone Tequila, who is a shrewd person."

"Heh, Gin is suspicious by nature. After I talked to him yesterday, he probably also suspected that Tequila had acted on his own. Today, Tequila's behavior is actually a form of self-proof."

I think that Tequila's big show today wasn't just for me, but more for Gin.

Although he offended me, this is Japan after all, and he's Gin's confidant. This not only clearly shows his stance and confirms his loyalty, but also dispels my suspicions.

Vermouth glanced at Calvados, who was bowing his head and remaining silent, and thought to herself how much better it would be if she had someone as smart as Tequila under her command.

"Don't you suspect him anymore?"

Baileys didn't quite understand. If she knew the other party was taking sides, why should she believe that tequila was okay?
If we remove Tequila, that leaves Bourbon. But Bourbon is the boss's intelligence officer, who controls a portion of the organization's information sources. He is also a core member of the codenamed members, so he can't possibly be a member of the Red Team. Moreover, he and Vermouth seem to have no grudges against each other.

If both are ruled out, Vermouth will likely shift her focus to external factors.

As Anya's father, Xia Chuan is almost certainly a suspect.

Baileys was already considering whether or not to tip off Natsukawa.

"Perhaps there's something wrong with my thinking; the information might have already leaked!" Vermouth crossed her legs, took a drag of her cigarette, closed her eyes—either deep in thought or savoring the pleasant sensation of the smoke entering her lungs—and after a moment said:
“When I told Gin that my operation had gone wrong, he was somewhat surprised, but his surprise was that the operation had failed, rather than that he was puzzled about what operation had happened.”

"You mean, he actually knew all along?"

"I'm afraid that among those who were there yesterday, there was one of Gin's moles."

Vermouth smiled dismissively.

This is contempt for those peripheral members.

What a piece of trash! Fickle and fickle, and yet he still wants to be promoted to a codename member?

Oh, no, if they hadn't been thinking about promotions, she wouldn't have been able to bring them under her control so quickly.

"If someone can be planted by Gin as an undercover agent, then why can't someone be a spy planted by the Red Team?"

Vermouth's words were incredibly insightful; if Natsukawa were there, he would definitely applaud enthusiastically. He once said that the world of Detective Conan is not lacking in intelligent people, and he most enjoys clashing with intelligent people.

But sometimes, one shouldn't be too clever, or one will end up like Vermouth and Gin.
"As expected of Lady Vermouth, but weren't five people dead at the scene?"

Calvados may not be bright, but that doesn't mean he's bad at math.

Four people were dispatched, plus the kidnapped driver, making a total of five. There were indeed five corpses at the scene, and Gin had their identities confirmed by his men. If there were any undercover agents, there should only be four corpses.

"Don't think the Red Team is so righteous. Many times they only care about the results. The lives of undercover agents are not as important as you think. They won't hesitate to sacrifice themselves so that other undercover agents can infiltrate better."

Vermouth's expression was not good, which reminded her of the US branch.

One reason the US branch fell was that the US government didn't care about the life or death of its undercover agents, even treating them as expendable resources. This led to many misjudgments, and over time, the organization's internal intelligence leaked out like a funnel.

"Feel sorry."

Calvados lowered his head in shame.

On the other side, Xia Chuan did not leave immediately.

To be precise, he had just reached the entrance of the base when Gin called him back.

This was within Xia Chuan's expectations; with such a big event happening, the branch manager was bound to make an appearance.

Regardless of his attitude, he still wanted to call Tequila into his room and give him a good scolding.

The door shouldn't be closed; even if Vermouth can't hear it directly, the members on the outside should be able to hear it.

What, you deliberately put on an act for Vermouth?

The reason I didn't close the door is because Vermouth kicked my room door in the early hours of the morning, and it still hasn't been fixed.

Xia Chuan glanced meaningfully at the broken door to the room; Gin, on the other hand, had quite the foresight.

—Intentionally not repairing the door!

Masters exchange moves, and their moves are fatal.

Gin has now called him over, so he must no longer have any doubts. He's going to yell at Vermouth for her sake and then appease her.

It feels like something out of a Qing Dynasty drama.
Xia Chuan composed himself and approached Gin.

Gin nodded slightly, glanced outside, and began to throw the bottles and jars that had been prepared in advance on the ground one by one without expression.

Crash, splash, crackle.

The sounds of breaking things terrified the passing members on the periphery, and the more timid ones even ran far away.

Aside from the sound of breaking glass, there was no loud reprimand, which is normal; Gin is ruthless, but his tone of voice is usually very steady.

After about ten minutes, the noise in the room finally stopped.

"This matter ends here. It serves as a lesson for Vermouth, and that's enough."

"Yes."

Xia Chuan nodded slightly. Neither of them spoke openly, but they both knew what the other was talking about.

Gin smiled with satisfaction, reached out and touched it, but found nothing. He turned around and realized that he had also smashed the ashtray.

but it does not matter.

Gin nonchalantly stubbed out his cigarette on the walnut table: "Investigate and find out who it was last night."

“It shouldn’t be Bourbon. I contacted him first to confirm it wasn’t him before I went to Vermouth.”

"How to say?"

Gin was a little curious as to why Tequila was able to confirm that Bourbon wasn't.

He checked the surveillance footage from last night; Bourbon wasn't at the base, so there was an opportunity to make a move.

"Since Bourbon had no reason to do so, and Vermouth and he should be considered to have no grudge against each other, right?"

He's the boss's intelligence officer, so he couldn't possibly be an undercover agent. Given this premise, what reason would he have to sabotage Vermouth's plans?

Furthermore, the appearance of the GTR tire tracks was too deliberate. If I were to do it, I would definitely hide the tracks. The killer couldn't possibly have overlooked this; it seems more like a premeditated act, possibly intended to sow distrust between us.

Gin was stunned for a moment. He couldn't quite accept that Bourbon couldn't be an undercover agent. Apart from Vodka, he didn't completely trust even Tequila within the organization. But there was no need to say that to Tequila.

He nodded slightly: "That line of thinking does make a lot of sense."

As Tequila said, this was something he hadn't expected.

He had always believed that Vermouth might have carried out a plan that had a significant impact on the Red Team, which was then discovered by a Red Team mole planted within the organization, leading to the deaths of several peripheral members.

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