At night, the black organization's stronghold.

Vodka woke up groggily.

"Why did I fall asleep?"

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After all, after half a day of tense and boring time in prison, he was indeed physically and mentally exhausted and overwhelmed.

It's normal to fall asleep like this.

"what time is it now"

Vodka looked up at the small ventilation window:

I saw a moon rising high outside.

"Isn't eldest brother back yet?"

Vodka sighed sadly.

Then he moved his wrists, which were bruised by the handcuffs, and leaned tiredly against the high wall, unable to sit down on the cold floor.

The darker the night, the darker the sky, and the colder the air.

But there was still a glimmer of light in his eyes:

"Brother will never give up on me, no way"

"He will definitely believe me!"

Vodka pinned all his hopes on his big brother Gin.

And God seems to have lived up to his expectations.

Just when he was staring so hard that his eyes were red, and he was almost grabbing the ground with his head in despair, the heavy iron door finally opened.

Light shone into the dark cell.

At the same time, the tall and steady voice of the man was also reflected.

"Brother!"

Vodka almost shed tears:

"Are you here to let me go?"

Gin didn't answer.

He just walked into the cell slowly and turned on the light silently.

What became clear with the light was his cold and icy face.

Then those who filed into the cell were Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, and Curaçao.

Their expressions may not be as cold as Gin, but there is an undisguised vigilance and hostility in their eyes.

"Brother, you guys"

Vodka's expression was a little stiff.

He instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask calmly:

"You, why are you all here?"

"And Curacao, why is she here too?"

"Good question." Gin finally said coldly: "Curaçao, tell me what you found."

"Yes." Curacao's heterochromatic pupils were full of indifference.

Then I just listened to her describe her whole day's experience in a business-like tone:

"I was ordered by Mr. Rum to sneak into the police station and steal the undercover list."

""

"Vodka"

At the end of the day, I finally came to a conclusion:

"Your name is on that list."

Vodka: ""

He was completely stunned.

It wasn't like he hadn't thought that the real undercover would secretly plot against him again.

Bourbon, Keir and others who participated in this morning's operation were all on his guard and suspected.

But Vodka never expected that the first person to stand up and throw dirty water on him would be Mr. Rum's cronies, an outsider from Curaçao who had nothing to do with this morning's action!

"You're talking nonsense!"

Vodka finally choked out a pale defense:

"I didn't betray the organization at all!"

"The mole is not me, the mole is"

"It's you, Curacao"

He stared at Curacao hysterically:

"You are conspiring with the police to frame me!"

"Ha." Curacao smiled coldly, not even bothering to refute.

And his gin brother also always maintained a terrifying silence.

Oops

Vodka's heart sank:

Bourbon and Gere are suspects in this case, and their words have no weight.

But Curacao is a "pure stranger", so maybe Gin will believe what she says.

"Big, big brother"

"Brother, you understand me."

Gin was silent.

Vodka is even more desperate:

"I don't like money at all, and I'm not interested in money either."

Gin was still silent.

Vodka gritted his teeth and finally spoke the truth without hesitation:

"If I really betrayed the organization, the first person I would sell to would be that bastard Chartreux."

"Vodka!"

Gin finally glanced coldly:

"What time is it now?"

"And mention the grudge between you and Chat!"

"Oh?" Except Miss Curacao, who looked subtle.

Keel, Bourbon and Ireland all pricked up their ears curiously:

Chartreuse, the mysterious Chartreuse again.

From what it sounds like, Vodka seems to have a grudge against him?

The undercovers were extremely curious about this.

But it's a pity that Vodka then wisely stopped mentioning Chartreuse's name.

He was just like a nagging old woman, feebly and pitifully repeating his feeble excuse over and over again:

"Brother, I don't have her. I really don't have her in Curacao."

"There's something wrong with her information!"

""

"Okay, okay." Ireland interrupted him impatiently.

Not only did he glare at Vodka with disdain, he also pointed the finger directly at Gin, who had always remained silent:

"Gin, what are you hesitating about?"

"Vodka has been the only guy with the conditions to commit the crime from the beginning, and now Curacao has brought back such reliable evidence from the police department."

"But you are still hesitating here"

"Just because he is your subordinate and has some friendship with you?"
To be continued...