Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Yin Jiu followed behind Amuro Toru and made a confused goodbye gesture to Conan.

After being separated from Conan for several consecutive times, Yin Jiu also discovered the unusual possessiveness of his agent. Amuro Toru didn't seem to like him contacting outsiders.

Is this the territorial consciousness unique to people in the organization?

Yin Jiu remembered that Gin had the same personality, and he always had to accommodate him.

The indulged Amuro Toru was unaware of the inquiry in his silly boy's eyes. He knew very well that children of this age are in a rebellious period, and the more he emphasizes something, the more the other party will do the opposite.

So he sent the man home, told him to get some rest, and then left to do other things.

But Toru Amuro is not the only one who is busy tonight.

On the other side, Kiel received news about the murder case at the Tenkaichi Festival at short notice, so he took the TV station's crew to the crime scene overnight.

It took until late at night to sort out the photos and interview recordings.

She saved the file into the computer, and habitually took out the organization's mobile phone to check today's emails.

Then Kil saw an unfamiliar number in the most conspicuous position of the mailbox.

"Kil, do you feel free? - Glenfiddich"

Glenfiddich?

Kiel's pupils contracted for a moment, and he covered his pounding heart with his hand.

What does this boss mean?

The image of a black figure who was undisciplined, extremely incompatible with Gin, and had a perverse personality appeared in Kiel's mind.

Could it be that this guy wants to betray the organization?

This was Kil's subconscious reaction, but she quickly came to her senses.

Why send it to her?

Did the other party know something?

Is this a test, or...

Out of caution, Kiel thought for a moment and then threw the question back.

"Why do you ask? -Kir"

"Nothing, a friend of mine told me today that most people in the organization have no freedom, so I wanted to ask for everyone's opinions. - Glenfiddich"

Glenfiddich seemed to be right next to the phone, and as soon as Kiel sent the message, he received a reply immediately.

She carefully considered the other party's wording, focusing on "I have a friend" and "everyone's opinion."

The former description makes it sound like the person who feels unfree is more like Glenfiddich himself.

But the latter clearly revealed that Glenfiddich sent messages to more than just her.

In Kiel's impression, Glenfiddich was a guy with a high position in the organization, but he was extremely willful in doing things.

At least the organization's tolerance of some of his ways of doing things cannot be considered as restricting his freedom.

Then this friend may really be a 'friend', and asking for everyone's opinions may not be a real request for opinions.

Mizunashi Rena held the phone in her palm. The message sent by the other party contradicted the facts she observed. If she believed the first half of the words, she would be foolish to think that the other party was just seeking recognition. I'm afraid she would be on the organization's purge list next time.

On the contrary, if you only believe the second half of the words and feel pity for that "friend" who might be a member of the organization, I'm afraid your life will not be easy in the future.

After just thinking about it for a moment, Mizunashi Rena felt that this email contained murderous intent, and silently labeled Glenfiddich as a person with deep thoughts.

"Then your friend is really tactless. Who is it? Do you want us to deal with him together? -Kir"

Mizuno Rena raised the corner of her mouth and directly sent an invitation that was in line with the Black Organization.

Sure enough, the person on the other end paused for a moment, and his tone immediately became familiar and friendly.

"Oh, Gil, you are so violent~ But I like it! It's a pity that my friend is still useful, so I'd better observe him for a while. If he is really hopeless, I'll leave him to you. - Glenfiddich"

The final email was a long paragraph.

Kiel read it word by word and let out a long sigh of relief.

Does this mean I’ve passed the test?

Sure enough, Glenfiddich is the organization's scavenger.

Yin Jiu was not aware of Kil's speculation. He had already moved his position and returned to the organization's laboratory.

Vodka was holding an instrument to record the amount of blood that Gin had drawn from Yin Jiu. Seeing Yin Jiu constantly typing something on his phone, he couldn't help but ask, "Glenfiddich, who are you messaging?"

"With Gil." Yin Jiu complained without even looking up, "Gin is too much. I sent you the same message, but your reply was so perfunctory."

"Don't you think your question is stupid?" Gin didn't even look up, and increased the strength of his hands, "Only people with a guilty conscience need a long explanation. Did Gil reply to you?"

"And Vermouth...be gentle!" Yin Jiu was a little hurt by the force of Gin's blood draw, and shrank back uncomfortably. "But neither of them explained anything at length. It's just that when we were chatting, I felt that the tone of Gil's reply to the email was very different from the decisive and ruthless image in the profile, so I couldn't help but chat a little more."

"Heh." Gin automatically ignored Vermouth. This woman was already familiar with Glenfiddich's mother and had also met with Yin Jiu. It was normal for her to reply to the other party's message.

And though Gere’s record in recent years has been uneventful, her achievements in earlier years are enough to dispel any suspicion of her insignificance.

So Gin didn't think about this problem too much, but instead advised, "You don't need to worry about the rats in the organization. Protect your identity and don't cause losses to the organization."

"How could it cause losses?" Yin Jiu saw that Gin's hand had completed the action and pressed his elbow with a cotton swab. "I have been working hard all the time. Not to mention that I usually poach people and absorb funds for the organization, the medicine made with my blood should have brought a lot of benefits to the organization, right?"

"How much is there in a tube like this?" Yin Jiu pointed at the test tube in Gin's hand.

"One million US dollars." Gin shook the test tube and gave Yin Jiu a number based on the lowest price.

"Only one million?" Yin Jiu asked casually, but was immediately shocked by the data.

Did something go wrong?

His blood is so rare that the medicine developed by the organization using his blood is at least one of a kind in the world.

How come the price is so low per tube?

As if seeing Yin Jiu's shock, Gin sneered, "The people in the research team delayed the progress, and most of the blood samples were used to make the recipe your mother left behind and distributed it to important senior officials of the organization for free."

In other words, the research team slowed down progress and wasted resources, while other senior executives in the organization took advantage of the situation and embezzled some of the resources!

Yin Jiu understood what he heard and immediately collapsed to the ground, covering his face. "Oh my God, this unscrupulous organization is cheating me of my hard-earned money. If my mother was still in the organization, how could I let you bully me like this!"

"..." But it was your mother who sent you here in the first place, and then took the initiative to undertake the experimental research!

Vodka hesitated to speak, and looked at Glenfiddich, who was squatting on the ground, with sympathy on his face.

Gin had no such kindness at all and kicked Yin Jiu on the back.

The boy with brown curly hair immediately lost his balance and fell to the floor, crying even more aggrievedly.

"You're so weak, and you still want to take on extra tasks?" Gin sneered. He threw the last test tube into the box and was about to leave, but Yin Jiu on the ground grabbed his trouser leg.

"Wait, I can actually take on extra tasks. It's approved by the higher-ups!"

-

Half an hour later.

Yin Jiu changed his clothes and went into the dark room alone. He gently turned off the lamp and smiled what he thought was a pure smile, "Hello Mr. FBI, nice to meet you, I'm Grenfiddich."

Familiar voice, familiar face, familiar color, familiar code name.

But when several familiar things are mixed together, they create the most unfamiliar and most ominous situation.

The FBI agent's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at Yin Jiu's face and gave a miserable smile - my life is over.