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Kiel said calmly: "Shouldn't we first try to get the undercover list back from Kraso?" Then he quietly tried to open the handcuffs with wire.

And he confronted Gin directly: "Gin, are we undercover or not? It's not too late to decide after we get the undercover list back, right?"

Gin frowned and nodded, but then changed the subject: "That's true, but..."

He slowly took out his pistol and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Upon seeing this, Vermouth quickly said, "Gin, what are you doing..."

Vodka also shouted nervously: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Gin's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he said slowly: "Suspicious people should go to see the King of Hell, this is my style. Then, it's time to judge the traitors." As he spoke, his finger slowly pulled the trigger.

~~~

Conan was driving his skateboard at lightning speed on the street, feeling extremely anxious. He shouted into the phone, "Doctor, isn't it done yet?"

Dr. Agasa was busy in the laboratory. He responded without even looking up: "Don't worry, the analysis will be completed in 30 seconds."

Conan took a deep breath and suppressed his impatience: "Oh, if you find out the address, just do what I said just now, understand?"

Dr. Agasa nodded: "I see, don't worry. Let's pretend that the phone here is broken and send this message, right?"

Conan nodded approvingly, "Yes, that's it. Come on, there's no time, we have to act quickly."

Dr. Agasa finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah! Done." However, just as he was about to send the message, he found that the other end of the phone had hung up. "Hey, why did he hang up? But forget it, send the message quickly, don't waste time."

~~~

At this moment, a silver-white car stopped steadily beside Conan.

Judy got out of the car. She smiled and waved to Conan: "This way, cool kid, come up quickly."

Conan quickly got in the car and handed the phone to Judy, saying, "Anyway, take a look at this first."

Judy took the phone, and James and others came over curiously.

They stared at the phone screen with surprised expressions on their faces. James frowned and asked in confusion: "This, this is..."

~~~

In the dilapidated warehouse, under the dim light, a gunshot broke the silence, followed by a few drops of blood falling on the cold ground.

Kil squatted down in pain, the wire in his hand fell weakly to the ground, his eyes were full of despair and anger.

Gin slowly approached, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "What's the matter? Gil, go on. Haven't you been trying to find a way to unlock these handcuffs?"

Bourbon stood aside, frowning: "How cruel! Hurting a companion just because of suspicion."

Gin snorted coldly: "It's not up to you to decide whether someone is a companion or not. Let me give you one last minute. Whoever can tell me who the undercover is first, I will give him a chance to see the dead body of another rat with his own eyes. Vodka, start the timer."

Vodka nodded and said coldly, "Understood. 60 seconds, start the countdown."

Kiel raised his head, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Do you think I will be threatened by you? I would rather die than betray the organization!"

Bourbon looked at Kiel, with a complex emotion in his eyes: "If she really tells who the undercover is, it means she is admitting that she is also an undercover. Will you let such a person go, Gin?"