"How do you feel?" As soon as Mizumatsu came in, Belmode, who had been waiting for a long time, asked without a break.

"It's very unhappy." Mizumatsu said dissatisfiedly knowing what she was talking about.

"Oh hehe, I chose the road myself, don't say someone forced you." Belmode said with a smile.

"Hmph, it's really not to force me to press three guns on my head." Mizumatsu curled his lips.

Belmode laughed even happier: "Ahhaha... help me see this." He said that, and handed a piece of paper to Mizumatsu.

Mizumatsu fell into the paper, but he just took a quick look and put it down: "Are you ready to do it?"

"Well, you can do it." Belmode said with satisfaction.

"How do you feel when you are a doctor?" Mizumatsu asked curiously.

"It feels very good." Belmode seemed very happy to mention this: "The current high school students are all young and energetic!"

"So you like the younger generation?" Mizumatsu joked.

"That's right!" Belmode said happily: "Young, cool, those young men are super cute!"

Mizumatsu turned around and left, not wanting to get sick with this woman anymore.

"Hey hey hey!" Belmode didn't plan to let Mizumatsu go: "Don't you want to give me any advice on my plan?"

"I don't know your plan. Didn't I have any suggestions long ago?" Mizumatsu looked calm and composed: "If the only suggestions are there, it's better not to be so happy now. After all, if the action is completely successful, I will win."

"Do you have so confidence in yourself? You failed the mission just now." Belmode's smile finally calmed down and asked coldly.

"The mission failed, the plan was successful." Mizumatsu smiled.

Belmode's eyes chilled: "You really..."

"Shh..." Mizumatsu signaled to silence, and then signaled to zip the zipper at his mouth.

"Hmph!" Belmode snorted coldly.

"Speaking of this, the person who uses it then is sure that there is no problem?" Shui Jianyue suddenly remembered and asked.

"Don't worry, I don't want something wrong than you." Belmode said coldly.

"Then I'll beg you, I'll go back to recuperate." Mizumatsu waved his hand and turned around to leave.

Belmode stopped him: "Slow down, when will your intelligence team deal with it?" Belmode said of the intelligence team left by his previous generation, Kobil.

"That group? They already know me anyway, right? It will be better if they put it on again." Mizumatsu waved his hand and said.

Belmode also knew that this matter could not be ordered by him: "You better be quicker, the organization's patience with this useless thing is limited."

"Have the organization been supporting them for the past seventeen years?" Shui Jianyue was a little curious. After all, if she had received the organization's 17-year funding for the organization in vain, she would not work for the organization. Not to mention how the organization would tolerate them for seventeen years, this intelligence team would be too thick-skinned.

"That's not. They solve all the funds themselves. The organization's investment is monitoring them. After all, they cannot sell the organization's intelligence to others."

"But the investment in restricting and surveillance on them every year also makes the organization very troubled. Although it is only a drop in the bucket, saving this investment is enough to do a lot of things." Belmode shook his head, and the implication is that you should give me the processing results of this intelligence team.

"If the organization can't bear it, remember to tell me." Mizumatsu pretended not to understand, waved his hand and went home to sleep.

To be precise, I can no longer go home, so Mizumatsu can only go back to his dormitory.

In Room 47, Shui Matsuki dragged a lame leg and leaned on the sofa.

Mizumatsu began to wonder how much cleaning is in the organization so that a room can remain spotless.

The fake flowers in the vase next to the TV have changed into a different variety, but if you look closely at the fake flowers, it is the only place with more dust in the whole room.

Mizumatsu’s first reaction was not to complain that cleaning was not working hard, but that something was wrong with fake flowers.

He has been to Jeepson's room and Belmode's room, but he didn't see the fake flower. It turned out that the two people threw it away because they might not like flowers, but if you think about it carefully, there is another possibility that the fake flower itself is a trick, such as eavesdroppers, monitors, etc.

In this way, it makes sense to clean the fake flowers because I dare not or have been ordered to touch something I have never seen before.

On the one hand, Mizumatsu thought that it would be impossible for people in the organization to do such obvious pediatric mental retardation methods, and on the other hand, he was thinking that it would be embarrassing if someone got tricked, and then slowly moved to the side of the fake flower.

After carefully studying the fake flowers and vases N times, Mizumatsu reluctantly concluded that it was indeed just a cleaning pot.

Next time I see the cleaning when I am in the room, please remind me... Thinking of this, Mizumatsu moved back to the sofa.

Like a fractured patient, he raised his injured leg and put it on the armrest of the sofa. Mizumatsu still felt a little dreamy.

Mizumatsu didn’t have long been a policeman, it only took seven years, but the experience was enough to write books and biography.

Suddenly, I was no longer a policeman, and even turned into a criminal?

No...not that. Mizumatsu closed his eyes and reminded himself. Now everything is just a surface, just an undercover agent to defeat the organization.

‘I am still a policeman…undercover policeman…undercover policeman…’ Mizumatsu thought about this over and over again, knowing that he fell asleep on the sofa without realizing it.

Because there was no light, there was a feeling of day and night in the base, but now it was already midnight. If the incident of Kaubil returning home in a defeat awakened the main members, the base would have fallen into a deep sleep.

...

The biological clock of Shui Jianyue is quite regular. If it is normal, even if you sleep late, you can wake up at around 6 o'clock to determine whether you need to go to work.

Maybe it was because of the injury, or maybe it was because I didn’t have to consider going to work anymore. Mizumatsu was already eight o’clock when he was awake.

After realizing that he was lying on the sofa, Mizumatsu moved his body but didn't think about it. He touched the remote control from under the sofa and turned on the TV.

After opening it, there was a news channel, and what scared Mizumatsuki that he was posted on TV was the photo of him.

"The ID photo is indeed the ugliest photo..." Mizumatsu watched the news about himself on TV.

"It's really rare. It's the first time I've been on TV in my life. It's so glorious, it's a full three minutes." After the news about myself, Mizumatsu sighed.
Chapter completed!