Gin likes me?

"It feels good, keep going."

"According to my investigation, the pianist who died in the fire seven years ago was probably one of the three accomplices in charge of the transfer of Class B-7 'drugs'. Due to an uneven distribution of the spoils or other reasons, he developed a grudge with the other three people, and was eventually burned to death in his home along with his family by those three people who set it on fire." Having received the approval of Uozuka Saburo, Mizunashi Rena continued her speculation with high spirits.

"Oh, this is not difficult to understand. Those guys are all bastards without any conscience. Killing someone is too easy for them."

Looking at the pianist named Keiji Aso, who was found out by Rena Mizunashi and was not described in detail in the documents provided by the organization's intelligence department, but was only replaced by the term "accomplice confirmed dead", Saburo Uozuka frowned slightly.

He always felt that he had heard this surname, which should have been unfamiliar, somewhere before.

After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't find the source, so Uozuka Saburo had to put this question aside for the time being.

Today's operation has basically ended, and Uozuka Saburo had no intention of taking Daimon Miyuki and Mizunashi Rena to the bar on the island to relax. After confirming what they might do tomorrow, they returned to their respective rooms.

"Then the next troublesome thing will be those old guys we have to deal with tomorrow... Hmm?"

The hand that was about to take the cigarette paused slightly. Looking at the incoming call displayed as "unknown number" on the phone, Uozuka Saburo curled his lips and picked up the call reluctantly.

At this time, someone will call you, and it’s an unknown number. You can guess who it is without even thinking.

"Hello, Mr. Rum."

"Well, you have arrived at Moonshadow Island, right, Vodka?"

"It's already noon, Mr. Rum. I'm not complaining, but what you did this time was not at all fair! You're just roasting me on the fire!"

"Haha, in this organization, who dares to say that he can roast 'vodka' on the fire? I'm afraid he doesn't even want to live anymore." After hearing Uozuka Saburo's complaint, Rum on the other end of the phone didn't get angry, but laughed out loud with amusement.

"Life is worthless. Forget it. It's no use talking about these things now." Shaking his head helplessly, Uozuka Saburo obviously did not go to argue with Rum about the philosophical idea.

Clipping the cell phone around his neck, Uozuka Saburo took out a cigarette, put it to his mouth and lit it.

"Mr. Rum, how many seniors have surrendered to you in this day~"

"That may disappoint you. I didn't answer any calls from any members of the organization today."

"I didn't answer... Mr. Rum, are you really going to let me handle this matter? Isn't that inappropriate?" His eyebrows were tightly locked together. Regarding the attitude shown by Rum, Uozuka Saburo felt that he should still struggle.

"Although I don't really care about the relationship between them, I don't really want to stand on the opposite side of them..."

"I just want you, Vodka, to stand against them." The flat and cold voice interrupted Uozuka Saburo's complaints and also shattered Uozuka Saburo's expectations.

"Those people have been in the organization for too long. Although they gave everything for the organization when they were young, as they grow older, they have somewhat forgotten the place of loyalty to the organization." Rum's voice kept ringing from the phone, leaving Uozuka Saburo to smoke the cigarette in silence.

"But I haven't forgotten. Moreover, I want them to recall what kind of performance is worthy of the organization's trust and appointment!"

"The past achievements are worthy of praise, but they are not enough to become the capital for them to act recklessly. They need to know that everything they have is given by the organization, and the organization can take it back at any time."

"In the next few years, I believe you, Vodka, also know about the organization's layout in Japan. If they can't put themselves in the right position, I think it would be the right choice to replace them with a group of more capable people. It's even possible to hand over all of them."

"But as far as the current situation is concerned, Mr. Rum, you still can't get rid of them all, right? Alas, this is really the most troublesome thing." Scratching his hair, Uozuka Saburo's tone was resentful and subtle.

He had long understood what kind of existence Rum hoped to establish himself as in this operation.

Rum allowed Saburo Uozuka to do whatever he wanted in the action group and even in the intelligence department, but he did not allow Saburo Uozuka to have any involvement in the organization's finances.

Rum does not need Saburo Uozuka to have a good relationship with those members of the organization who manage the finances and run the organization's business. On the contrary, Rum hopes that every one of those members will be afraid of and stay away from Saburo Uozuka!

Saburo Uozuka is like a sword hanging over their heads, the god of death who can take their lives at any time.

And all this will change starting tomorrow.

"I don't care. Just remember to give me a raise, Mr. Rum." After blowing out a smoke ring and watching it slowly dissipate, Uozuka Saburo recalled all the information about the organization in his mind and calmly accepted Rum's straightforward and cruel order.

"Also, all of these are problems you discovered by accident. The only task I assigned to you is to lead the newcomers to investigate the cause of the interruption of the 'drug' line. Vodka, sometimes young people need to be impulsive to appear energetic, don't they?"

"I understand everything, Mr. Rum. From now on, I will no longer report any actions on my side to you." With a sinister smile on his lips, Uozuka Saburo already knew very well what he was going to do.

"I'm waiting for your good news, Vodka."

"Huh~" Putting the phone aside after hanging up the call, Saburo Uozuka squinted his eyes and looked at the rising moon outside the window.

"What on earth does Rum want to do? Damn it, why do I have to do such a brain-consuming thing!"

. . .

"I think, Vodka, you have always been a person with a bright vision. I think you should understand what I mean. We are all members of the organization and should support each other and work together."

"We are all loyal to the organization, but in order to better serve the organization, we must also give ourselves some motivation."

“You are now in the prime of your growth, so you should consider what you can do for the organization in the future and who can help you.”

"It's always good to have more friends, right?"

. . .

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm right. I just can't help but swear. Otherwise, I will definitely give you old guys a good slap in the face. You are so shameless. You don't really think of yourselves as guides for others, do you? You all pretend to be so powerful!"

He hung up the phone angrily. Having been answering calls all morning, Saburo Uozuka took out the last cigarette in the box in annoyance.

"Tsk, if Damen doesn't come back, I'll have to go buy cigarettes myself... But the call from Pisk just now should be the last one. It's really annoying. I received 8 calls in total. No wonder Rum was so angry."

After lighting the cigarette with a hiss, Uozuka Saburo leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his brows.

"Heh, they couldn't get in touch with Rum to show their loyalty, but they found me anyway. It seems that after this, it's not just them that will be dealt with by Rum, the Intelligence Department won't be able to escape either."

"Dingling bell~"

"Tsk?" Saburo Uozuka, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He originally thought that it was another bastard from the organization who was harassing him, but his expression improved a little after he saw the caller ID.

"Chengshi, I think you should bring me good news."

"Of course, how could I let you down, Mr. Kurosawa~" A light-hearted and cheerful voice came from the phone, making Uozuka Saburo laugh as well.

After chatting with a bunch of old men on the phone for the whole morning, Uozuka Saburo felt that the voice of Asai Narimi, which originally made him feel a little feminine, became very comfortable and pleasant to the ear.

"I have investigated the details. Let me first tell you the conclusion. There is nothing wrong with the medical history of the woman named Aya Moroboshi. Her injuries are consistent with the doctor's diagnosis. As for her amnesia, she has begun to recover her memory, so it is difficult to check whether she was faking it before."

"That is to say, there are no problems with this part of the hospital."

"Well, I was looking for an excuse to check the original file, and there was no sign of alteration."

"Well done, Chengshi. I'll treat you to a meal when I get back." He hung up the phone with a smile. Uozuka Saburo, who finally got some useful information, couldn't help but sigh in his heart that it was indeed useful to have one's own people at the critical moment.

"Hehe, even though he looks weak, Chengshi is very efficient in doing things... Hmm? Chengshi?"

A smile slowly solidified on Uozuka Saburo's face, and complicated memories began to churn, finally freezing in front of a scene.

The expression on his face became heavy, and Uozuka Saburo finally remembered why he was impressed by the last name Aso.

It was during a casual chat after Asai Narimi honestly expressed that he would give everything to Uozuka Saburo that Uozuka Saburo learned some things that Asai Narimi had buried in his heart.

For example, her original name was Asami Masashi, and she had a happy family before being adopted.

The family that was originally happy but then destroyed consisted of four people.

A father, a mother, a brother and a sister.

With his teeth clenched together, Uozuka Saburo flipped through the information about Aso Keiji's death that was retrieved separately by Mizunashi Rena, and stared at the police certificate that read "Three bodies, a man and a woman, two adults, and a 10-year-old girl" for a long time without saying a word.

"Huh~" There was silence in the room for a long time. When the cigarette was about to burn out to the cigarette butt, Uozuka Saburo, who looked like a stone sculpture, finally shook his body.

"Let's check it out. If that's the case, then I have even more reason to take action!"

After putting out the cigarette in the ashtray, Saburo Uozuka pondered for a moment, then dialed a number on his mobile phone with a twinkling look in his eyes.

"Brother Maori, it's me, Kurosawa. I need you to take action on something here."

490: I wish you could always talk like this

"Is it really okay for us to leave like this? Hasn't the mission just begun?"

Standing on the boat returning to downtown Tokyo with Miyuki Daimon, Rena Mizunashi frowned and looked at her father beside her with some confusion.

"If we can continue to participate in this mission, won't we be able to get access to more information and personnel about that organization?"

"What you said is all very good, but you forgot one thing." He looked at his daughter calmly. Without Uozuka Saburo around, Daimon Miyuki was very tolerant and attentive towards Mizunashi Rena.

At present, he has no way to pull Rena Mizunoshi out of the organization, so he has to use his own experience to pull Rena Mizunoshi to a level where she can successfully infiltrate the organization as quickly as possible.

"What's the question?" Looking at Miyuki Daimon seriously, Rena Mizuno knew that compared to her father, she was far behind in terms of experience and ability as an undercover agent. As long as Miyuki Daimon raised questions and opinions, she needed to record them carefully and then guess them carefully.

"Whether it's from the perspective of the organization's mission specifications or from my relationship with Vodka, I can find an excuse to bring you along to stay with him and participate in the subsequent events."

"Yes, so why don't you, father..."

"Call me the gate. Because, when Vodka said that we should leave first, his eyes were not on the two of us."

"...What's the reason?" With her eyebrows tightly knitted together, Mizuno Rena did not understand what Daimon Miyuki wanted to express for a moment.

"Vodka is a very special person. If you get along with him normally, he doesn't care that much about most things. He is straightforward and generous, doesn't like to haggle over small details, likes to joke, and is easy to listen to other people's opinions. Even when he is on a mission, he doesn't like to lead the entire team as if he is the only one who has the final say. In some ways, he is definitely the most worthy boss to follow in this organization."

"But?" Her eyes flickered slightly. Rena Mizunashi did not expect that her father would mostly praise Uozuka Saburo from the bottom of his heart when evaluating him. Obviously, the two people's positions were absolutely opposite, but Uozuka Saburo's image in Miyuki Daimon's heart was so tall.

And she also knew that after such words, there would be a meaningful turn.

"But, Mizuno, you have to remember that when you are with Vodka, as long as you act too unrestrained, Vodka can accept it. Sometimes, even when his eyes are focused on you, it is actually just a disguise. But when he speaks in the most calm tone, as if he is discussing with you but his eyes are not on you, you must listen carefully and obey without raising any opinions."

"...What is this, the eccentricity of an organization cadre?"

"No, it's the respect you deserve for the elite cadres who will eventually be able to reach the top of this organization!" The cold words suppressed the smile that Mizuno Rena was about to show. Facing Daimon Miyuki who was staring at her with a serious and even fierce expression, Mizuno Rena swallowed her saliva and recovered from the detached mood after leaving Uozuka Saburo.

"I can tell you this, Mizuno, as the most outstanding and powerful action team leader in our Neon Organization, Vodka's pride is definitely higher than anyone you have ever met! In our organization, there is only one person who can really make Vodka agree to give in without any reason."

"Is this the boss of the organization?"

"No, that was even more terrifying than what Vodka showed. He was a super killer who broke out from the organization's training base together with Vodka and was willing to kill him."

Thinking back to the terrifying girl who concealed her status in the organization better than Uozuka Saburo, Daimon Miyuki couldn't help but take a deep breath to ease the excitement in his heart.

"Gin, you should know this name."

"This, so Gin and Vodka have such a good relationship?" His eyes suddenly widened. Before coming to Neon, Rena Mizunashi was also trained and studied at the CIA in Magnesium.

As the home base of Kurosawa Hotaru's operations in recent years, although most of the opponents they face are the FBI, this does not mean that the CIA people don't know about the female killer "Gin".

Rather, it is precisely because the FBI has suffered losses repeatedly at the hands of Kurosawa Hotaru that the CIA, as both a colleague and a competitor, pays more attention to Kurosawa Hotaru's existence and deeds.

"Vodka has to call Gin the big sister. You just need to remember these things. Mizuno, from the moment you enter this organization, you can't relax your emotions in the slightest, because that will only bring you disaster and danger. Moreover, no one can save you. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Mr. Daimon, I won't have this problem again in the future!" Nodding seriously, Mizuno Rena understood what Daimon Miyuki meant, and also knew how she should behave in the future.

"Well, although it's a pity, we should still return to downtown Tokyo. Besides, we should have some free time before Vodka contacts us."

"Me too? I'm a new employee who's currently under review, and Vodka sent me back to Tokyo. Shouldn't I... um, I see. No wonder Mr. Rum asked Mr. Vodka to handle such a matter."

"It's good that you understand. From the moment you are assigned to work under Vodka, unless Vodka reports directly to Rum that your review has been completed, you will be under Vodka's jurisdiction before that. Under this relationship, no one else dares to adjust your review process." Nodding gently, and seeing that Mizunashi Rena finally understood what the name Vodka currently represents in the Neon organization, Daimon Miyuki also breathed a sigh of relief.

"After you get back, just follow your normal pace and wait for a call from me or Vodka."

"I see. What about you, Mr. Daimon?"

"I have some private matters to deal with. You have to remember that we are prohibited from having private contact during the time outside of the mission."

"Yes, I understand!"

Looking at Mizuno Rena who seemed to be reporting, Daimon Miyuki nodded silently. After turning around and leaving, the expression on his face became completely heavy.

It was a good thing that I was suddenly called back to Tokyo by Uozuka Saburo. I didn't have time before, and I could take care of some things when Uozuka Saburo didn't need me.

With uncontrollable anger in his eyes, Daimon Yuxing took out his cell phone and dialed a number based on his memory.

"Hey, let's meet at Base 3 tomorrow afternoon."

"No, I'm not discussing this with you, but I must see you tomorrow."

. . .

"The delivery route of 'drugs'?"

Looking at the information placed in his hands by Uozuka Saburo, Kogoro Mori, who had rushed over in a dusty manner and had not even had time to drink a sip of water, opened his eyes wide and looked so angry that it seemed as if hot white air would spit out of his nose in the next second.

"These damn guys, they earn this kind of money, don't they have the slightest bit of shame in their hearts?"

"Since they have chosen to earn this kind of money, how could they care about such precious things?" Shaking his head with a sneer, Uozuka Saburo patted Maori Kogoro's shoulder to tell him not to be so excited.

"That's right. Guys like this shouldn't be allowed to see the sun the next day! Kurosawa, you should have told me in detail when you came. I didn't even bring a gun."

"Well, it doesn't matter. We don't really need to take action to deal with those people." Looking at the indignant Kogoro Mouri with a helpless smile, Uozuka Saburo really felt that this elite policeman, who was originally devoted to the country and upright and brave, had gone astray because of him.

Although he had a SIG pistol loaded with bullets in his clothes, he was upset because he didn't bring his usual sniper rifle.

"Send them in? This doesn't seem like your style, Kurosawa?" He raised his eyebrows in confusion. Having been with Uozuka Saburo for a few years, Maori Kogoro knew very well the style of this boy who was younger than him but more ruthless than him in mind and personality.

"No, death is certain, but I haven't figured out a better way for them to die."