Chapitre 4: Chapter 4
The most satisfying thing Ranpo has done recently is to choose Zhu Fu Jingguang among a bunch of newcomers to carry out his protection mission.
That's right, it was Zhu Fu Jingguang, not Yuan Chuanguang. Ranbu had long known that the other party was an undercover agent.
As the head of the Gin family, he has the final say in selecting newcomers and assigning code names.
But this time there was a little accident.
Three months ago, Gin handed him the candidate list of newcomers to join the action team for the final screening.
The extremely smart Master Ranpo could tell at a glance that the three people on the list were all undercover agents, and the relevant information and materials were all forged.
All of them, without exception.
A Japanese police officer, an FBI investigator, and a CIA intelligence officer.
For a moment Ranpo even suspected that Gin had been bribed by the enemy.
However, when he told Gin about the undercover situation, judging from the other party's attitude of wanting to kill these three people immediately, Gin had no idea at all.
Gin's opinion was to get rid of all three undercover agents, but Ranpo felt that they were all being used as subordinates anyway, so it didn't matter whether they were undercover agents or not.
He has no concept of loyalty in his heart. He just uses a code name to help the organization and make money.
Making money means you can buy whatever you want, that's what Gin told him.
Gin himself has a very bad attitude towards undercover agents, also because Asti, who is in a high position, is actually just a helpless young man.
There is no ability to protect oneself at all. Once someone betrays him, the consequences will be disastrous.
Although Ranpo has always emphasized to Gin that he can completely protect himself, what this guy is best at is selective deafness, which is really annoying sometimes.
But most of the time Gin still respects his opinions.
Moreover, the most important point is that the current power of the black organization is ranked high in the world, but the people under it are really a bit out of touch compared to the mafia families in Sicily who produce and sell their own goods.
The people who can be selected by Gin are all people with very good abilities. If you kill this group of people, the rest will be just crooked melons and cracked dates.
So this wave of undercover agents were reluctantly retained by Gin, but each one of them was inferred by Gin's identity and background from Ranpo, and he followed the clues to find out the details of these people.
In contrast, Ranpo's attitude towards these undercover agents was much better, especially towards Zhu Fu Jingguang.
Zhu Fu Jingguang joined the Japanese public security after graduating from the police academy. He was then selected into the zero department and was later trained as an undercover agent to carry out infiltration plans for black organizations.
But that's not important. What's important is that this person is very good at cooking.
After finishing the pork chop rice, Ranpo used the communication device to ask Gin for a code name, and specifically asked Gin to name and praise Scotland's superior cooking skills.
God knows every time I follow other people, I have to eat takeout every day.
Cointreau did know how to cook, but he could only make spicy curry. Ranpo, who couldn't eat spicy food, refused to have it on his table again after eating it once.
Ever since he compromised on the undercover matter, Gin had become more and more tolerant of his arbitrary appointment of subordinates.
So this time I agreed without even raising my eyebrows.
Don't ask him how he knew if he couldn't see his face through the communicator.
Of course Sir Ranpo knows this little thing.
Ranbu was lying on the sofa in the living room playing with glass beads. They were mint blue, very clear, and beautiful under the refraction of the light.
Scotland took the cut honeydew melon and put it on the coffee table, cheered wildly, and happily accepted the dessert.
"Ranbu, do you like my cooking?" Scotland asked.
After much thought, undercover surveillance, Mr. Undercover thought it would be better to conduct a conservative test.
After receiving the news from Gin, he made a bold guess.
It is known that Asti is very intelligent and almost demonic. He is a calculating person with strong reasoning and judgment ability. Judging from the only communication he has ever experienced, he is a person who speaks very childishly.
Although I don't know if it's a disguise or the truth, but judging from the fact that he was given a codename for the frivolous reason of cooking delicious food, Ranpo actually subtly overlaps with the image of Asti.
But the problem is, how can a person who is so cautious that he hardly shows up in the organization choose a new person to perform the task of protecting himself, and how can he allow himself to be monitored around the clock? It doesn't make sense.
Ranpo took a bite of the honeydew melon and could tell at a glance what he wanted to know.
"Do you want to know about the code name? I told him and he agreed." Ranpo said, holding up a small fork.
——Lord Ranpo told Gin personally, and Gin agreed.
But without knowing Ranpo's identity, Scotland's understanding of this sentence was biased.
he? For a person who has the ability to easily give out a code name, Ranpo should be talking about Asti, right?
Scotland's clenched hand slowly loosened.
He had to admit that before they had even been together for a day, he already subconsciously didn't want to equate Ranpo with Asti.
Of course, he also has a very important piece of evidence. According to the information secretly passed on by his colleagues, Asti is a twilight old man.
Ranpo should be Asti's domesticated tool or even heir. He is Asti's hidden trump card and has a certain say in Asti.
For a scheming person like Asti, this is indeed very reasonable. This speculation and Ranpo's careful treatment by members of the organization and the abnormal situation of being monitored form a logical closed loop.
Scotland chuckled and thanked you: "Then I should thank you, at least my salary has increased."
He may understand why the members of the Gin Action Team are eager for this protection task. It is simply a shortcut to promotion within the organization. .
Ranpo should be able to contact Asti directly, and if he gets Ranpo's favor, he will have a chance to get close to Asti.
Isn't he just trying to get his way?
Ranpo tilted his head, seeing that Scotland's reasoning was wrong, but he didn't care about this trivial matter, it was not as important as eating honeydew melon.
Between correcting his reasoning and eating honeydew, Ranpo chose the latter.
As he ate, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Scotland sat across from the sofa and watched, his face gradually changing: "Ranbu, honeydew melon is ice, you can't eat so much, it may cause stomachache."
Ranbu waved his hand very proudly: "Lord Ranbu never It will give me a stomachache."
Scotland was unsure of the authenticity of this statement for a moment, but because he had just received Ranpo's favor, he was too embarrassed to control it too much.
However, by the evening, Scotland finally understood that he must treat Ranpo with the same patience and care he used to treat his cousins.
Ranpo did not have a stomachache as he said, but he had a stomachache because he ate too much and it was difficult to digest.
Seeing Ranpo lying on the bed and groaning in pain, Scotland felt very guilty. He could obviously stop Ranpo and prevent him from being tortured, but he hesitated.
"Ranbu, do you have a medicine cabinet at home?" Scotland asked while rummaging through the cabinets.
Ranbu was in so much pain that he almost left his body and couldn't hear what he was saying.
Scotland gave up after searching for a while. Ranbu estimated that it had only been a few days since he moved in, and the house still lacked many daily necessities. The medical box he finally found only contained supplies for treating trauma.
He guessed that Ranpo couldn't go to places like hospitals or clinics where his whereabouts might be exposed.
Scotland told Ranpo to stay at home. He went out to buy medicine. He remembered that there was a pharmacy on the way back.
Scotland ran out in a hurry, not knowing that as soon as he left, a Porsche 356A parked in front of the villa.
The silver-haired man got out of the passenger seat, leaned against the back seat door, and knocked on the back seat window impatiently.
"Come down." Gin's voice was low, with a hint of anger on his cold face.
When he almost opened the door and pulled the person out, the man in the back seat came out on his own.
This man was wearing a white coat, with messy black hair, a depressed expression, and a stubble on his chin. He looked very lethargic.
He is a decadent and handsome uncle.
This man was able to remain calm in the face of Gin who was full of murderous aura. He even complained speechlessly: "I said, he just had bloating after eating too much. He will be cured immediately after taking some medicine. Do you need to call me?"
Bai Bai Dagao Xin said that this was not actually asking him to come, but just tying him here.
He came to Tokyo on a mission. Who knows how Gin's damn intelligence system found out where he was.
Even this could catch him. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should despise himself for not being able to practice hidden methods or accuse Gin of going too far.
"Stop talking nonsense." Gin took the lead and entered the villa first.
The white coat cursed in his heart and followed reluctantly, muttering as he walked: "If it weren't for walking around, who would be working here for free?"
He spoke in Italian, and the one in front also had sharp ears, "Xiamar , I understand."
Shamar said with a "cut" sound, "I thought you had forgotten how to say it in Italian."
As he said this, he suddenly remembered something, rubbed his hands with a smile, and said: " Give me Belmod's contact information and I won't care. "
Trident Shamar, an Italian mafia, a world-class black market doctor, is seemingly a free man without a family, but in fact he has received favors from Vongola, and Vongola is very close and has a close friendship with the current tenth generation Vongola.
This man had met Belmode who went on a mission with Gin three years ago, and he had been shocked since then. He had told Gin many times that he wanted to get in touch with Belmode.
Shamal has a long list of shortcomings, the most serious of which is that he is lustful and can easily become paralyzed when he sees a beautiful woman.
If it were another woman, Gin would not stop her at all.
But Belmod is different. She has an unusual relationship with the organization's boss, and is much more dangerous than the average femme fatale.
Gin didn't want to cause trouble for him. If Belmod killed Shamal, Vongola might come looking for him because of the master-disciple relationship between Shamal and Vongola's current tenth generation Arashi Shou.
Gin glanced at him sideways and sneered, "I won't stop you if you want to die."
Shamal curled his lips and said nothing.
The two of them walked all the way to Ranbu's room.
Gin was the first to stand in front of the big bed, stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from Ranpo's forehead, and asked: "How much did you eat?"
When he heard Scotland's dissuasion from the monitor, he knew this would be the case, and his tone was calm at this time, There was no doubt.
Ranpo felt that half of his life was almost gone. His teeth were chattering in pain. Looking at Gin's stretched out hand, he almost wanted to bite it off.
"You are laughing at me, right?" Ranbu suddenly became angry.
"No." Gin defended himself.
Ranpo didn't believe this nonsense, so he turned his head and noticed that Gin had brought another acquaintance with him. He simply turned his head and pulled Gin's big palm over to cover his face, wearing it as a mask.
It would be too embarrassing to call a doctor or something because I ate too much.
Especially this doctor is better at treating incurable diseases.
The disgrace is going to Italy.
"Ahem, what's that? It's okay, you'll be fine soon."
Shamar suppressed a smile as he took out the small box in his pocket and took out a purple capsule. After opening it, a mosquito flew out and bit Luan Bu's wrist. Take a bite.
This is Shamar's special skill. He himself suffers from ninety-nine terminal diseases. Mosquitoes domesticated with his own blood also have the properties of curing ninety-nine terminal diseases. Of course, ninety-nine is just an approximate number. Other common Symptoms Shamal has also dabbled in.
It is estimated that no one but himself knows the extent of this man's current abilities.
Seeing Ranpo gradually calm down, Shamar said to Ranpo under Gin's cool gaze: "You are the only one who can tolerate a perverted control freak like GIN."
As soon as he came in, he saw the camera at the door and the people in the house. The monitoring equipment was installed, Ranpo probably hadn't been sick for long, no wonder the gin came so quickly.
The pain disappeared and Ranpo regained his strength. He slapped Gin's hand aside and physically expressed that he couldn't bear it.
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