Gin likes me?

Standing up from a half-squatting position, Uozuka Saburo greeted him with a smile as he looked at Kogoro Mouri who was coming to his side with the sound of footsteps.

"There's nothing else to do, so I came over to take a look."

Shrugging his shoulders, Kogoro Mouri, who was carrying a golf backpack, took off his sunglasses on his nose, and raised his eyebrows at Kawachi Eiichi, who was leaning against the left rear tire of the car, soaked in sweat and looking completely listless.

"You're so cruel? I've always said that when it comes to interrogations, you should try not to do it yourself if you can. It's not just like killing someone, it's a bit like torturing yourself."

"I know, Maori brother, I'm not a pervert who likes to torture people. I wouldn't bother to do it myself if I can avoid being interrogated."

Shaking his head helplessly, Saburo Uozuka had no way to deal with this brother who was always worried about his mental state.

After all, they are doing this for your own good. You can't accuse them of meddling in your affairs.

"I didn't do much this time. I just tried a new torture potion that the organization's research department had developed, the kind that increases pain. Now it seems that the effect is a little too good. It seems that I have to make up something in the reply report and ask them to spend more time studying it."

"Tsk, your organization is really troublesome."

He scolded unhappily. Kogoro Mori didn't have any good feelings towards Kawachi Eiichi.

Rather, Kogoro Mori has no good feelings towards foreign organizations like the CIA and the FBI, which are obviously not Japanese but are able to exercise higher authority than the local police in Japan.

"Who says it isn't?"

"Now that we have concluded the interrogation, what should we do with this person? Should we bring him back to your organization?"

Scratching his hair, Kogoro Maori felt that compared to the tasks he was usually assigned, the things on Uozuka Saburo's side were much more troublesome.

"By the way, what's the matter with that man just now? He is your companion, right? Why did you ask me to keep an eye on him?"

"Companion, not really. Strictly speaking, he is also a member of the CIA, but his attitude is a little erratic now."

Shrugging his shoulders, Uozuka Saburo was not going to discuss the matter between Omon Miyuki and Mizunashi Rena with Mori Kogoro in detail.

After all, it’s not something that can be explained clearly in just a few words.

"As for this gentleman, after being forced to reveal information, he used his last bit of consciousness to swallow the blade in his mouth, and then died directly due to lack of timely rescue. What do you think of this statement?"

"That's good. It's the last bit of enlightenment. It's really a speechless statement."

"There's nothing we can do. The intelligence still needs to be reported, so we can't just say he died."

Spreading his hands helplessly, Uozuka Saburo took out a small blade from his pocket, pried open Kawachi Nagaichi's mouth and stuffed the medicine into his mouth, then helped him swallow it down and knocked him out with a punch.

"This is the last mercy. Well, looking at it this way, I am really a good person."

"You've always been a good person, Kurosawa brother."

"Um... I know, brother Mori." Looking at Kogoro Mori who suddenly became serious, Uozuka Saburo was stunned for a moment, then laughed and shook his head.

Yes, I stood firmly on Kogoro Mori's side, and I felt embarrassed.

"Okay, Brother Maori, you go back first. I still have some things to deal with. When I'm done with what I have, I'll go drink with you."

"Well, call Kimura, I'm waiting."

Seeing Kogoro Maori leaving quickly, Saburo Uozuka did not stop. He took out the walkie-talkie and contacted Chianti and Cohen who were on standby.

"How is it, did the man leave?"

"No, Cohen and I were watching him the whole time. We didn't see him at the front or back door, and we didn't notice him changing his clothes. Through the glass, we could even see him working inside the cafe."

"Well, just keep an eye on it. I'll be right back."

After disconnecting the communicator, Uozuka Saburo immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Rum's number.

"Hey, Mr. Rum, yes, I've got a little problem here."

572: The plan was successful~

"What about people?"

"Still in the store."

He quickly returned to the apartment that was monitoring the cafe. Seeing Chianti still staring at the cafe through the window, Saburo Uozuka handed the coffee he brought back to her and Cohen.

"No movement at all? They are really brave. They dare to stay here and continue to carry out their undercover missions in such a situation. It seems that our actions against the CIA in the past few years have not made them feel dangerous."

His tone was amusing, and it was obvious that Saburo Uozuka felt that the actions of the contact man in the cafe were a bit ridiculous.

"Maybe. Anyway, I'm not interested in this. When are we going to do it?"

Chianti shrugged boredly, not wanting to know what the CIA people were thinking.

From the very beginning, she positioned herself very clearly, that is, a professional sniper. She didn't have to worry about anything, just lock the muzzle of the gun on the target and pull the trigger.

But unfortunately, after being assigned to Uozuka Saburo's team, whether she is willing or not, she will be responsible for things beyond the scope of her "mission" when she is needed.

Although he always complained, Chianti, who respected Saburo Uozuka very much, would always complete Saburo Uozuka's requests and never refused a task given by Saburo Uozuka.

This has also enabled her to achieve all-round growth during her work in the past few years, but Chianti herself is somewhat complacent.

According to the words she and Cohen usually used in their casual chats, the action plan was in charge of Vodka and Miyuki Daimon, and the specific action decisions would also be made by Cohen, her partner, so she only needed to concentrate on the sniper mission.

The more you think, the more upset you become; the more you know, the more troublesome it becomes.

Living in organization, Chianti already knew that.

"Look, if he wants to stay until the end of his shift, we only need to wait for half an hour."

After taking a look at the watch on his wrist, Uozuka Saburo quickly came to a conclusion.

"Really? We've been waiting for a whole day, so half an hour won't make a difference."

He nodded indifferently, pulled the ring that sealed the coffee, took a sip of the coffee, and then his eyes lit up as if he remembered something and he moved closer to Uozuka Saburo.

"Vodka, did you and Damen get anything when you go out?"

"Well, we got quite a lot. We caught the CIA undercover and got a lot of information out of him. Unfortunately, due to my carelessness, he committed suicide."

Shrugging his shoulders, Uozuka Saburo's tone was very calm, as if what had just died in front of him was an insect.

"Committed suicide? It seems that there are quite a few people in the CIA who have backbone."

"I think he couldn't stand the interrogation methods and wanted to free himself when I relaxed."

"Well, that's possible."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Chianti once again realized the gap between himself and Uozuka Saburo.

Although I have killed people, those who died at my hands were generally quick and easy, without even feeling too much pain.

To put it bluntly, I am just a gunman, and all I have to do is send the bullet into the target's body.

If he had to be in charge of interrogation like Uozuka Saburo and the others, Chianti felt that it was not his specialty.

During the past few years of carrying out missions together, Chianti had the opportunity to see several times the scenes where Uozuka Saburo and Daimon Miyuki were in charge of torturing people.

Well, even if I am a bad guy, I feel that Uozuka Saburo and the other man who kept smiling on their faces and asked questions while taking action were really evil!

"Okay, pack up our things and don't leave any traces when we leave."

Glancing at the cafe across the street again, Uozuka Saburo took Chianti and Cohen's cell phones out of his pocket and returned them to them.

The so-called collection of mobile phones was not an order from Rum at all, but a lie told by Uozuka Saburo.

Chianti and Cohen Uozuka Saburo are people who trust each other very much. It can be said that there are very few Japanese organizations with such "legitimate" members as them.

The means of communication were blocked, and the only person targeted was Miyuki Daimon, a member of the CIA whom Uozuka Saburo knew well.

As soon as he received the task, Saburo Uozuka contacted Kimura Takashi and discussed the plan for this time.

Fortunately, everything that happened today was what I wanted to see.

When it comes to the safety of his daughter and the CIA's mission, Miyuki Daimon made a choice that satisfied Saburo Uozuka without disappointment.

When the already shaky balance in Daimon Miyuki's heart became even more tilted due to his own judgment and actions this time, there were many things that Uozuka Saburo and Kimura Taka could do.

However, we still need to add some final fuel to the fire.

"Let's get ready. Chianti will drive the car, and Cohen and I will catch the man."

"receive."

"it is good."

. . .

"Ahem, who are you? I never provoked you!"

Being roughly pushed out of the car, Feng Jianqi looked at the three people in front of him with horror, his emotions in his heart having sunk to the bottom.

I just contacted and exchanged information with Hanoi Yongyi, and I have been discovered?

"There's no need to act. I think you should be able to guess what happened the moment you saw us."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Uozuka Saburo looked at Kazama Kei casually and unceremoniously exposed his disguise.

"If we hadn't discovered it, we wouldn't have invited you here."

"Mr. Kei Kazama of the CIA."

"I, I don't know what you are talking about."

His eyes suddenly fluctuated. Knowing that the matter had been exposed, Feng Jianqi still spoke stubbornly with some unwillingness.

"It's okay, I believe you will know soon."

With a disdainful laugh, Uozuka Saburo raised his right hand and waved. Soon three men in black walked out from behind him and surrounded Kazama Kei, who was already starting to get nervous.

"Please come over here."

Without looking at Kei Kazama who was shouting in panic as the three men took out professional interrogation tools, Uozuka Saburo glanced sideways at the man standing next to him.

Nakayama Kama, leader of a team under the action group in the Neon Organization.

Unlike the action team that is specifically responsible for field work, Nakayama Fu and his team rarely leave the organization's base.

Because their job is mainly to conduct professional interrogations of undercover agents, traitors, suspicious persons, and mission targets captured by the action team.

But this time, Uozuka Saburo called them out.

"You're very welcome, Mr. Vodka."

With smiling hands, Nakayama Kama took the cigarette handed over by Uozuka Saburo, and his attitude was so friendly and flattering.

There is no way. In the current Japanese organization, everyone knows that although the person in front of them has no official appointment, he is actually an elite cadre who is the head of the action team.

Although Nakayama Fu was a little puzzled as to why the person was not brought back to the base for interrogation after receiving the call from Uozuka Saburo, he still took his men to the location given by Uozuka Saburo as quickly as possible.

Because of Vodka's request, he had no right to refuse.

"I was originally planning to do it myself, but I've already come here once this afternoon. After all, I'm not a professional yet, so I'm a little tired of it."

He expressed his thoughts very straightforwardly, and Uozuka Saburo's attitude was also very friendly, which made Nakayama Kama feel even better.

There had never been a chance to interact with Uozuka Saburo before, and although this time was a little sudden, Nakayama Fu did not want to give up the opportunity to get close to him.

Didn’t you see that Daimon Miyuki, the guy who had never been selected as a famous liquor cadre, had a rising status in the organization since he followed Uozuka Saburo? Even some cadres with famous liquor titles did not dare to offend him easily.

"Normal, let us handle this kind of small matter. Mr. Vodka, you should focus on more important tasks."

He flattered her with a smile. While smoking a cigarette, Nakayama Kama also looked at Fengjian Kei who was wailing under the torture device.

"Is he the CIA undercover agent caught by the organization?"

"No, the CIA undercover is dead. He is the one who met with the undercover today. I also want to see if I can get something out of him."

His eyes curved behind the sunglasses, and he saw that Nakayama Kamae had, as he had expected, brought the topic to today's operations out of curiosity. Uozuka Saburo did not suppress his voice and answered with a completely indifferent attitude.

"So you can use any means, but don't let anyone die."

"Don't worry, we are all professionals here and we will know how to handle things properly. Hey, did you hear what Mr. Vodka said? Pay attention!"

"Yes, Team Leader Nakayama!"

The answers from the three organization members not only satisfied Nakayama Kamui, but also made Fengjian Kei, who was suffering from torture, focus his attention on Uozuka Saburo and the other person, who were discussing today's organization's CIA operations as if no one was around.

Fengjian Qi was not completely desperate. Although the pain in his body made him cry out, he had already noticed that the ropes that bound him seemed to have become loose because he had scratched the car door when he got out of the car.

As long as you seize the opportunity, there is still a possibility of escape!

And before finding an opportunity, all I have to do is to endure the current torture and eavesdrop on as much as possible about this damn organization!

"I was really surprised to receive Mr. Rum's order today. I didn't expect that after the turmoil in Tokyo a few years ago, there are still undercover agents in the organization."

"Isn't that normal? The organization is constantly developing. Not only Japan, but also the headquarters in Magnesium is a thorn in the eyes of the CIA and FBI. I find it strange that those guys don't try their best to send undercover agents in."