My lover is this organization

"That's good too. They say that misfortune should not affect family members." Qin Wuque said, scratching his head.

"That's not the point." Gin raised his voice slightly. "This is a very dangerous signal. In the past half century, all the actions of the organization have been based on secrecy as the highest priority. However, the emergence of Japanese public security undercovers means that intelligence agencies around the world have begun to notice the existence of the organization. Do you understand what this means?"

"It means that more and more undercover agents will infiltrate the organization!" Chianti looked like he understood.

"This... is just a surface phenomenon." Gin paused, "Although Rye Whiskey successfully prevented Scotch Whiskey from sending out the organization's information, there is no doubt that the Japanese Public Security Bureau has confirmed the organization's existence in Japan, so we must take measures against it."

"Sister, do you mean that we should go undercover as well?" Vodka understood immediately.

Gin nodded: "That's what I mean. The organization's sphere of influence is spread all over the world. In Japan, the biggest threat to the organization is undoubtedly the Japanese Public Security Department. I don't care about the organization's branches in other regions. At least we must solve the problem of Japan by ourselves and obtain any information about the organization from the Japanese Public Security Department."

She looked around.

“But the question now is who’s going to go.”

"..."

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the bar fell silent. Everyone's eyes wandered to varying degrees, and they seemed to be converging on the same point.

Realizing that things were gradually going wrong, Qin Wuque slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Vodka and spoke loudly.

"You go!"

"what?"

Vodka was confused, thinking that he was just expressing Sister Gin's thoughts, so how did it get dragged into his life?

Then he heard Qin Wuque confidently say: "Look, Vodka, Chianti has a tattoo at the corner of his eye. He looks like he has a criminal record. Obviously not okay."

"Cohen is too quiet. Even if he gets in, he'll just be a workhorse. He'll work hard all his life but he won't be able to get to police chief. He has no access to confidential information."

"Don't even mention Captain Qin. If he stands there, everyone will be told to leave. He'll probably be stopped as soon as he enters the police station... Then you're the only one left!"

"First of all, Vodka, you have pretty good hardware. You can drive almost all kinds of vehicles except rockets. You're also a pretty good shooter. You're not an introvert. You look honest. In my hometown, you say you look kind. Who would have guessed that you're an undercover agent, right? Isn't that great? Right, right?"

"This……"

Not only Chianti and Cohen, but even Vodka himself was frightened by Qin Wuque's analysis, which sounded very reasonable. An idea that he normally wouldn't even dare to think about emerged in his mind.

Oh shit, could it be that I was really born to be an undercover agent?

However, this idea was ruthlessly crushed by Gin in the moment it appeared.

The silver-haired beauty glanced at someone who was still proud of her excellent eloquence, with a faint sneer on her lips: "You just said so much and cited so many counterexamples, but it seems that you didn't mention yourself. Snow Beer, do you think I was right?"

"Yes!"

At this time, Vodka finally slapped his head and suddenly realized what was going on, and realized that he was almost fooled by someone.

Besides, even his eldest sister had spoken, so he suddenly felt more confident: "And if we really talk about eloquence, hardware, and appearance, aren't you the best candidate, Snow Beer?"

"I?"

Seeing the flames of war suddenly return to him, Qin Wuque felt uncomfortable: "Forget it. Do you really want me to go for three years and three years? And you know, Captain Qin, things are prone to get into trouble when I get too excited. What if the police find out that I am essentially an outlaw Zhang San? If they arrest me and torture me, I can't guarantee that I can endure it. I might accidentally leak the organization's secrets..."

"What? Do you need me to help you strengthen your anti-interrogation skills?" The silver-haired beauty raised the corner of her mouth and looked at him with a smile.

"If I need it... I'd rather say please whip me as much as you want." Qin Wuque rolled to the ground consciously and lay down shoulder to shoulder with the unconscious Tequilan, ready to be plucked.

"..."

Gin silently looked away.

If she only relied on reasoning, she really had no way to deal with this shameless guy. The two of them were not at the same level in terms of verbal skills.

But if a fight really breaks out, it's hard to say who will whip whom in the end.

Then there is only one way left.

It is said that a higher-ranking official can crush people to death.

This was what Qin Wuque told her.

And now, as the head of the executive department of the organization's Japanese branch, she will exercise this power.

"Okay, I don't care what you think. Anyway, this mission is handed over to you. This is my order as the head of the execution department. Of course, you can use any method you want. I don't care."

"..."

Qin Wuque continued to lie on the ground without saying a word, but his eyes flickered slightly.

Wait, any method is fine?

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PS: Actually, I originally thought that there should be an undercover agent in the public security department. But then I thought that even if there was an undercover agent, Curacao wouldn’t have to steal the list later. And even if there was an undercover agent, he would probably be a fool. So…

Chapter 30: Sister Bei was contradicted

After a whole day of rest, Vermouth, who was completely exhausted last night, finally returned to her normal state, but was replaced by a surge of hunger and thirst.

After all, she had gone almost fourteen hours without food or water.

But in general, the feeling of thirst is still stronger.

To be honest, when doing certain exercises, a lot of water is always lost.

So the first thing she did after waking up was to wash up quickly and go to the 24-hour supply restaurant at the organization's base to replenish the necessary water and food.

But it was only the necessary intake. She was not like someone who had an absurd physique that could recover to its original state in just a few seconds no matter how she tortured herself. The medicine she took was only to ensure her eternal youth. If she committed suicide by overeating, she would still gain weight.

According to Vermouth's plan, she was originally planning to go back to her room to take a bath after replenishing her nutrition, and then apply a facial mask to take care of her skin.

However, her plan encountered an unexpected situation when it reached the second step.

Just as Vermouth had just returned to her room after finishing her meal in the restaurant, took off her clothes, wrapped herself in a bath towel and was about to enter the bathroom, suddenly a barely audible sound of prying the lock came from outside the door.

Vermouth's vigilance was instantly raised to the limit.

"..."

To be honest, if the room hadn't been quiet enough, she might not have been able to notice such a subtle movement.

The sound of picking the lock lasted only a little over a second. Vermouth only had time to grab the pistol from under the pillow at the head of the bed before the door was violently opened from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Wuque, smelling of barbecue, ran in at lightning speed, rushed over with a sad face, and hugged him tightly.

"Wuwuwu, Sister Bei, I'm done. I'm going to be exiled by Captain Qin. Please comfort me." Qin Wuque buried his head in the soft embrace in front of him.

"Uh...what happened?" Vermouth lowered her head, a little at a loss.

The main thing is that they look a bit awkward now.

She herself will not say anything, because the incident happened suddenly and she didn't know who the uninvited guest outside the door was, when someone rushed over and hugged her, she was still holding the pistol she had just taken out from under the pillow in one hand, and the other hand was pulling the bath towel to prevent it from falling. Being hugged in this position was like forcing a suit on over a wrinkled shirt that was not put on properly, which was very awkward.

As for Qin Wuque... seeing this guy crying like this, if Vermouth didn't know it was impossible, she would almost think that this guy was forcibly captured by Gin and raped with the fake DIO.

Not to mention, that sadistic woman might really be able to do such a shady thing.

"Sister Bei~, you may never see me again in the base~" Qin Wuque pulled his face away from Vermouth and put on a pitiful expression.

"Why?" Vermouth was stunned.

"Sister Bei, have you heard about the Japanese police undercover in the organization?"

"Not yet..."

Qin Wuque pouted: "To put it simply, the organization discovered that there is an undercover sent by the Japanese Public Security Bureau, so Captain Qin wants to send me to the Japanese Public Security Bureau as an undercover agent so that the organization can always grasp the enemy's movements, so... Sister Bei, you may only see me as the Superintendent General on TV in the future."

"Pfft, being an undercover? Just you? And the police chief? Can you handle it?" Vermouth was really choked by this guy.

Based on her understanding of Qin Wuque, it is absolutely impossible for this guy to work honestly from nine to five, not to mention the outrageous overtime trigger mechanism of the Japanese Public Security Bureau. As long as there is a little thing, working overtime all night is almost a foregone conclusion. It is okay to let Vodka, who is willing to work hard and never complain, do it. If it were this guy... I'm afraid he would be sent home within a week of taking up the job. Oh, no, he would be sent back to the organization.

"Actually, I also don't think I can handle it." Qin Wuque said sincerely.

"……Um?"

“So I decided to find another way.”

"What path?"

"I plan to... well, I haven't figured it out yet, but I plan to go around the Public Security Bureau tomorrow to see if I can find some inspiration."

Qin Wuque thought about it for a moment and finally stopped himself. After all, if he said something like "I want to see if I can hook up with a female police officer to get information from her" in front of Sister Bei, Jill would probably be cut off here tonight.

So, forget it.

As he said this, his eyes gradually moved downwards, gazing towards the bottomless abyss.

"By the way, Sister Bei, did you just finish your shower?"

"No, not yet." Vermouth glanced at him.

"Oh? Do you want to take a shower together?"

Qin Wuque's eyes suddenly lit up.

So easy to understand...

Vermouth's mouth twitched slightly: "Tell me the truth, this is actually the main reason why you came to me, right?"

"How could that be?" Qin Wuque blinked his eyes, showing his innocence. "I just happened to come here and saw you were taking a shower, sister Bei. It's all a coincidence, just a coincidence. Besides, taking a shower alone is too boring. I can give you a massage or rub your back, which can help relieve stress."

"For some reason, the word 'massage' has a different meaning when it comes out of your mouth..."

Vermouth rolled her eyes and said, "Forget it, forget it. I'll treat it as a bargain for you tonight. But don't go too far like you did last night, okay? I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Get up early?" Qin Wuque was a little puzzled.

In his impression, Vermouth always seems to do what she wants at all times, and has never been ordered to complete any tasks. To a bunch of rookies in the organization's executive department who don't even have code names, she is equivalent to a rich person who does not need to work and is financially independent in the eyes of office workers.

In comparison, the word "early rise" is very inappropriate.

"There is a mission. We need to go to England. If things don't go well, it may turn into a long-term mission." Vermouth nodded.

"What mission?" Qin Wuque asked casually out of habit.

However, just as he finished speaking, a pair of delicate white hands pinched both sides of his cheeks and began to gently pull in opposite directions.

"Don't~casually~ ask others about the content of the mission, how come you forgot again." Vermouth's face looked a little helpless, "If Gin was here, she would point a gun at you again, but it doesn't matter if you reveal a little bit. Sister, I am going to England to catch a big fish this time. When the time is right, maybe I will ask you to come and help me~"

"I'm happy to serve you!" Qin Wuque stood at attention and saluted.

"Ah……"

Feeling the force of the impact on her lower abdomen through the bath towel, Vermouth smiled indulgently, her aqua eyes becoming more moist.

"It would be best if you could not salute me in this way."

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PS: I suspect that the upstairs of my house is the underworld. On a Saturday in the middle of the day, there were three living people at home. The faucet of the washing machine on the balcony was running wildly, and the water was overflowing from the balcony. When I went upstairs to find him, he told me that the faucet was frozen and he was waiting for someone to come and fix it... Then why don't you turn off the water valve first! Your house is flooded!

It flooded downstairs in my building...

Chapter 31 Policewoman Trap

Be moderate...

That is absolutely impossible.

When Qin Wuque woke up again, it was already noon the next day. The bed, which had served as the main battlefield, still bore traces of last night's madness, and the two men's clothes were scattered all over the floor.

It was obvious that Vermouth was in a hurry when she left. The various cosmetics on the dressing table that she usually treated as her treasures were just thrown there with the lids open after use. Makeup brushes and other things were just randomly placed there, without any signs of being tidied up at all.

There was only a hastily written note left on the dressing table, which roughly meant that he should remember to help clean up the room when he woke up. There was also an angry but somewhat cute stick figure emoticon attached below.

Qin Wuque could almost imagine the scene where Vermouth suddenly woke up from her deep sleep and realized that she had to get up early today, then sat up in shock from her dying illness, washed up hastily, put on some makeup to cover up the fatigue left by last night's intense exercise, then hurriedly put on her clothes, left a note, and ran out.

Well, I was wrong. I will do it again next time.

Hiss~ha~

After taking a deep breath of the indoor air which still stank of Miss Bei's body scent, Qin Wuque turned over and sat up from the bed.