Gin likes me?

If this email is really an advertisement, then it would be great. . !

"what!"

His eyes widened uncontrollably, he opened the email and just read the first sentence before Wuchuanwu couldn't help but shout out.

Along with this cry of shock, there was also a cry of pain from Wuchuanwu as he subconsciously tried to get away from his phone and fell to the ground.

Noticing Wuchuanwu's actions, Cognac took out a pistol from under the sofa cushion without saying a word and pointed it at him. Then he swiftly picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, squinted his eyes and quickly scanned the email that frightened Wuchuanwu.

"Wukawa, I didn't expect you to be in contact with the CIA."

The short email was read quickly, but Cognac read it two or three times before shaking his phone at Wuchuanwu with a smile.

"Boss! I really haven't contacted them in these years! You know, before I came to work for you, I was found by the CIA because of greed. I bought some intelligence about the organization, but I was a coward! I didn't give them anything important at all!"

Wuchuanwu rolled and crawled to his knees, not even daring to move forward. He just sat down and knelt in front of Cognac where he had sat down, tears and sweat streaming down his face.

"After I started working for you, I have lost contact with those people in the CIA! I have also abandoned this email address for a long time, but I have never deleted it. I have confessed all these things to you!"

"I know, of course I know, that's why I'm just pointing a gun at you now, instead of shooting you and having someone throw you into the warehouse."

With a smile and a nod, Cognac looked at Wuchuanwu intently.

He would not believe Takekawa's one-sided statement. At this special moment, the CIA would take the initiative to find Takekawa. Cognac only needed to use his brain a little to know what they wanted to do.

The premise is that the content of this email is true.

"If this is true, does it mean that there are still CIA undercover agents in the current organization?"

After muttering something, Cognac showed a smile on his face that was unclear whether it was more of a mockery or more of contempt.

"Rum, Rum, it seems that the organization is in your hands, but you don't manage it very well."

"What do you mean by impregnable? It's actually full of holes!"

Unable to help but mock the person he hated the most, Cognac turned his attention back to the email that Takekawaya received, which claimed to be from the CIA.

Looking at the plans and conditions mentioned above, Cognac had to admit that if this email was really sent by someone from the CIA, he would be tempted.

Just as Rum predicted, Cognac knew very well that the organization would never let go of hunting down someone of his level of judgment.

The so-called anonymity does not exist at all. The organization will use all its strength, no matter how long it takes or how many members there are, to kill itself. This is the style of the organization.

The people under his command alone are not enough to protect his own safety.

So, who should Cognac rely on to protect itself?

Looking at the content of the email on his mobile phone, Cognac let out a long breath and then drank the chilled whiskey in the glass in one gulp.

"Wukawa, send him a message back."

. . .

"Have you contacted him? Okay, Marshall, you must be cautious. Although according to my understanding, Cognac and Rum have always had a bad relationship, and the organization's rules will not allow him to turn back after his defection this time, you must be careful when contacting him, especially not to expose those of us who are lurking in the organization."

The phone was not on speakerphone, but the volume of the call was loud enough for others to hear.

After receiving Marshall's call back and knowing that Takekawaya had reconnected with the CIA, Daimon Miyuki behaved very normally, just as he had always done his best to extract intelligence from the organization for the CIA.

"Don't worry, I'm not a newbie either, Ethan. I will definitely follow up on this clue you worked so hard to find."

Marshall was not angry when questioned by Daimon Yuxing. At the moment, he was immersed in this opportunity that could be said to be a pie in the sky.

Marshall, who hasn't made any achievements for a long time, definitely doesn't want to give up this opportunity to make a contribution!

"You are following Vodka to look for Cognac, right? If you find anything, you must tell me immediately."

"I will, but after this contact, you don't need to contact me on your own initiative. After 11 o'clock every night, if it is convenient for me, I will contact you on my own initiative. I also need to know the progress of your relationship with Cognac, so that I can make independent judgments when encountering some emergencies."

"No problem, you have experience, I'll do as you say!"

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone cleanly, Da Men Yuxing was silent for a moment, but still couldn't help but sigh.

"Why, you suddenly feel emotional."

"Somewhat, maybe. It's a tribute to my lost loyalty to the CIA."

His eyes shifted slightly and he looked at Uozuka Saburo, who was sitting next to him and listening to the entire conversation, and Daimon Miyuki quickly adjusted his mentality.

"So, should we move faster or slower?"

"Don't worry, the next move does not depend on us, but on Ireland~"

612: I think you are also interested in her.

"This mission is very important. You should have heard what Da Men said about the general content."

Sitting on the sofa in the base with a cigarette in his mouth, Saburo Uozuka looked at his reunited team with a carefree smile on his face.

Although he had never felt honored for his work in the organization, Saburo Uozuka felt somewhat refreshed after receiving a mission from the organization again after a long absence.

I can only say that habit is a terrible thing.

"Well, I already know the general content, but that's not important."

Grinning and nodding, as the first person to appear in the room, Chianti was very excited to look at Saburo Uozuka, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Vodka, you've recovered quite well from your injuries. Cohen and I thought we wouldn't see you for at least half a year."

"You actually have to fight for your time. I was originally still in the resting stage."

He shrugged. Although Saburo Uozuka had never revealed his true identity in front of Chianti and Cohen, it was certain that among the members of the organization, these two snipers were the ones that Saburo Uozuka felt were the most pleasant to get along with.

"If this incident hadn't happened so suddenly, and Rum hadn't trusted others to handle it, he wouldn't have asked me to take on the task and go into battle with injuries."

"That's true. Although there are many people in the organization, you, Vodka, are the only one who can be responsible for a task of this level."

Nodding in agreement, having followed Uozuka Saburo for so many years, Chianti had long been impressed by Uozuka Saburo's abilities, character, and personality.

Although it is very easy to make people laugh when talking about character in the Black Organization, for Chianti and Cohen, Saburo Uozuka really gave them a different feeling.

Compared to those members of the organization who are scheming and who might betray your trust at any time, during the years under Saburo Uozuka, Chianti and Cohen really felt what a happy experience it is to have a super protective and outstanding superior protecting them.

Especially after Saburo Uozuka once vouched for Chianti and saved her from a direct punishment from Rum, Chianti and Cohen regarded Saburo Uozuka as someone worthy of following.

Let other people in the organization talk nonsense as they please. They are cadres with titles, but they are willing to be dogs for others.

I'd love to! You guys want this opportunity but you haven't had it yet.

Everyone was very happy about what they said. If there really was a chance for him to work under Uozuka Saburo, they would all be trying their best to get in.

Virtue!

"I haven't thought of a general plan yet, but we must hurry up. From what I can judge, Cognac should not have left Tokyo yet, so the scope of our investigation can be relatively narrowed down."

He said that there was no detailed plan, but when Daimon spread out the map of Tokyo on the coffee table, Uozuka Saburo pointed at each coordinate building on the map and in a few words, he quickly arranged their next action plan.

Chianti and Cohen also followed their usual style. When they didn't find anything wrong, they listened obediently to Saburo Uozuka's arrangements and carried them out as quickly as possible.

"By the way, we will most likely need to add more people during this operation to prevent us from making mistakes due to lack of manpower. Rum's death order is that Cognac cannot leave Neon."

After putting out the cigarette in the ashtray, Uozuka Saburo gave a murderous order at the end of the discussion.

"Leave it to me, Vodka."

Showing his white teeth, Chianti raised a thumb with his right hand towards himself, and the swallowtail butterfly under his left eye looked lifelike.

"In the past three months, I have not only been training in sniping techniques. After the last breakout experience, I know the importance of fire suppression!"

"Oh, so what did you do again?"

His eyes flickered twice, and he was suddenly aroused by Chianti's words, and Uozuka Saburo asked with some curiosity.

"I learned how to use individual rockets at short and medium ranges at the organization's training base! Now I feel very good at it!"

Chianti raised his chin proudly, obviously very satisfied with his genius idea.

What she didn't notice was that after she said this, Cohen, who was sitting next to her, shook his body unnaturally.

You should know that he and Chianti basically drive the same car when they go on missions.

Every time Cohen thought of the rocket in the trunk of Chianti's car that could be launched by turning on the safety, he felt unhappy.

I am a sniper. How can a sniper carry a rocket and attack people in urban combat?

Rockets can't do precision strikes! If the enemy also has snipers, Chianti can't really use rockets to fight against them, right?

Just looking at his partner's excited look, Cohen knew that he had no way to convince her in this regard.

"Well, that's really good, but you have to be careful when carrying something like that, don't let anyone notice that something is wrong."

His mouth twitched. Uozuka Saburo almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face, as he hadn't expected Chianti to give him such a surprise.

My goodness, Saburo Uozuka never imagined that the first person under his command to comprehend the science of fire coverage would be Chianti.

And this is just the surface. If Uozuka Saburo knew that Chianti now carries 20 fragmentation grenades, 5 smoke bombs, 5 flash bombs, 3 clay explosives and a small high-incendiary bomb made by the organization as standard configuration, in addition to a single-soldier rocket that he must carry in the vehicle when he goes on a mission, Uozuka Saburo would have to consider whether to take Chianti with him on his next mission.

This is no longer just understanding the science of firepower coverage, this is suffering from a fear of insufficient firepower, right?

If things really develop in this style, Chianti may soon change from an elite sniper in the squad to an assault demolition expert.

As expected of a member from Magnesium, has his magnesium-style attack style that relies on explosives due to his identity as a sniper finally been awakened?

"Don't worry, we know."

Smiling, Chianti led Cohen out of the stronghold, and their figures quickly disappeared along with the roar of a sports car downstairs.

"Tell me about the situation on your side. Has Cognac established contact with the CIA?"

After Chianti and Cohen left, Uozuka Saburo naturally turned his gaze to Daimon Yuxing, who walked to the window, carefully looked at the outside environment, and finally found nothing.

"Both parties are communicating through emails posted on the Internet. I have also sent the URL to Kimura, but I don't know when he will be able to come up with the results of his investigation. So it is not appropriate to rely on this to determine the hiding place of Cognac."

With his hands crossed on his knees, it was obvious that Daimon Miyuki had not slept well, so he stayed awake and answered Uozuka Saburo's questions.

"Marshall has already proposed a meeting. Although Cognac is interested, they still want to wait for a while due to safety concerns."

"Wait a little longer? With Cognac's temper, can he really wait? He should want to leave Neon as quickly as possible now."

He sneered with disdain. Although he had never seen Cognac in person, from the information he had obtained, he knew that this was an old fellow who was not even as good as Pisco.

He is timid, greedy, and particularly conceited.

"Maybe he still has doubts about the source of the news. Now it depends on how Marshall convinces him."

He blinked, and knew that Daimon Yuxing had no good solution for this situation.

He still needed more intelligence and information so that he could work with Uozuka Saburo to come up with a plan to break the impasse.

"Then wait a little longer. You continue to keep in touch with the CIA and notify me as soon as there is any news."

"I understand."

Nodding slightly, Daimon Miyuki did not ask about Uozuka Saburo's next move. That was not his business to interfere.

"Okay, I have some things to check on here as well."

. . .

"I thought, Vodka, you wouldn't agree to meet me again."

With a happy smile on his face, Ireland stood up on his own initiative and waited until Uozuka Saburo walked up to him before sitting down with him.

"Let's put it this way. Although Pisk is not very happy, it has nothing to do with my search for you."

Waving his hand casually, what Uozuka Saburo said sounded very soothing, but it was up to Ireland himself to experience how much of its truth there was.

However, Ireland didn't care about these. He himself was not fond of or good at factional struggles in the organization. If Pisk hadn't been the one who brought him out and whom he loved like a father, he would not have agreed to Pisk's request to help him pass the message to Uozuka Saburo.

"Okay, tell me, what do you want to know from me?"

"Yes, I have some news. I want to ask you about it, Vodka."

Seeing that Uozuka Saburo brought the topic to today's business with just two sentences, Ireland did not hesitate. He became serious and pushed the information he had placed on hand in front of Uozuka Saburo.

"I want to ask a few members of the organization. I wonder if you know anything about it, Vodka."

"The members of the organization are all new. If you want to understand them, wouldn't it be better to go to the Logistics and Intelligence Department?"

He scrolled through the information with his fingers without looking at the details. He just glanced at the photos of everyone from beginning to end, then Saburo Uozuka withdrew his gaze and said lazily.

"I have already inquired about the information from the Intelligence Department and the Personnel Logistics Department. Most of them are just some operational reports and data for personnel safety assessments. I will not trust all of their judgments."

Looking at Uozuka Saburo with burning eyes, Ireland controlled his eager body.