Undercover Cop Game の小説・ストーリー

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

Fuck I hope this didn’t ruin anything between me and Tom. We both ordered a glass of whiskey, downing it immediately before ordering another one. ““So!!!!! I drawled out, glancing at Tom.”” ““It’s fine Deane, "he said.”” Undercover and the shit that comes with it he whispers, grinning as he drinks his whiskey. I exhaled, happy that he wasn’t angry. ““Why didn’t you tell me Zachary was here, I asked him.”” ““I didn’t want you to be distracted, but obviously that didn’t work out too well right?””

“I could ask the same, James. You have two thugs but they look worthless. Aren't you afraid nemesis might catch up with you?” He chuckled, motioning to his thugs. “Hand over the will. Then maybe I’ll let you walk away tonight.” I glanced at the empty brown envelope sitting in the passenger seat, then back at him. “You never learn, do you? You’ve been sloppy since day one.” His brows furrowed. “What the hell are you talking ab…” I made a sound that we had agreed on using as a sign to swing into action. In a flash, undercover cops sprang out from everywhere, guns drawn, badges flashing. “Police! Freeze!”

I took off my glasses and parked my hair up in a bun so the wig could fit perfectly on my head. After I got ready in my undercover outfit as a waitress, I went into the bar and served other people while keeping my eyes at the entrance so I can be alerted when she enters the bar. I waited for over fourty minutes before I saw a middle aged woman walk into the bar matching the photos I saw and a smile made its way to my lips. She took a seat at one of the high rise tables while some another waitress attended to her, I prepared a drink for her and added a little something to it to make my work easier.

“So the whole floor has no signal now, huh?” Victor grinned, his finger tightening slowly. “I knew something felt off today. Turns out a cop slipped in.” His eyes bored into mine. “Talk. How many people are outside?” “Honey, are you crazy?” Melissa screamed from the floor. “Why are you pulling out some fake gun over a delivery guy?” Derek swallowed hard and forced out a nervous laugh. “Mr. Grant, that prop looks pretty real. Scaring him is enough. You don’t want it to accidentally—”

“No, no, I was not. I just… happened to be around the same place are you are and coincidentally, we met. That is in no way stalking, or is it?” Tia raised an eye brow at him. “Coincidentally?” “Well… yea…” Chester replied, rubbing his palms together and smiling nervously. Tia sighed. “I am a cop Chester, I can easily detect a lie.” He laughed. “Okay that was not the total truth but…” He held up a finger when he saw that Tia wanted to say something. “I honestly did not follow you in here but I may have seen you and decided to stick around for a longer while.”

“That. Well, you did not hear this from me, but, Jaime Crawford junior also hosts an underground and very illegal poker game every Tuesday night.” “You're joking. And how many times have you attended?” I wrapped my other hand around his leather-clad arm. “I don't think you need to know,” I pouted at his answer causing him to add, “It's playing with dangerous guys who have a lot to lose. A sweet, innocent angel like you should not be mixed up in that.” Then he kissed my nose and transported me to cloud nine. “Then why do you get mixed up in that?” He shrugged. “I guess I'm no sweet, innocent angel.”

The candle is lit, the cutlery is well prepared, and the delicious food will soon be presented in front of him from the automatic elevator. In his mind, an image appeared when the little policewoman could not hide her love, looking at him with love... ----- The elevator doors opened on the forty-eighth floor. Jenny wears a rather light business suit. She enthusiastically got out of the elevator. After reluctantly accepting this huge task, she was also mentally prepared to confront Daniel at any time. First, an undercover agent is a glory, after success, it is easy to have the opportunity to advance in the career. For a police officer like her, this is also a great opportunity to cherish.

She turned her gaze to her uncle and gave her a slight nod to confirm her suspicions. "This is a highly classified mission, agents. The Government wanted to investigate this case for a long time. But due to the big persons involved. From high-ranking officials, both in the army and the police force, to prominent politicians that we have today. They decided to hire a specialized group that has entirely no connection with these people —that's us. And with that, both you will go on an undercover mission." A picture of a well-known university flashed onto the LED screen. "As a professor?" the guy asked.