Gin likes me?

"It seems he is still stubborn. Let's get him!"

"Assholes! You will be punished for doing this to me!"

In a relatively dim but definitely not small room, Uozuka Saburo had taken off his coat and was leaning against the wall, continuously exhaling smoke from his mouth.

The eyes behind the sunglasses stared silently at Cognac who was tied to a special torture device and was being interrogated. Saburo Uozuka was trying to judge when he should send Cognac to death.

He will definitely die in this interrogation room today. Saburo Uozuka will not let other people in the organization, especially Rum, have the chance to see Cognac.

He had no interest in the interrogation at all. He came here just to personally control the interrogation process and monitor whether Cognac would say anything during the interrogation that would be detrimental to his and Daimon Yuxing's plan.

Although the person they were in contact with was Takekawaya who had died in the explosion, after all, they had not met and communicated in person. Uozuka Saburo and Daimon Miyuki could not be sure whether Cognac would dig out anything from Takekawaya.

At this point, looking at Cognac who was half dead on the torture device, Uozuka Saburo knew that he really didn't know anything else.

In this case, he is of no use.

"Mr. Vodka, judging from my experience, I don't think I can get anything out of you."

When Uozuka Saburo was about to take action, a figure slowly approached from the front and reported his judgment with a serious face.

It was Nakayama Kamae, the leader of the interrogation team of the Black Organization's Neon Branch, who was asked by Uozuka Saburo to help in the last operation.

"Is there no way to ask it?"

After repeating Nakayama Kama's judgment, Uozuka Saburo spat out the cigarette, stomped it out on the ground, and then strode to Cognac.

Noticing Uozuka Saburo's actions, the members of the interrogation team in the room put down their tools and withdrew from Cognac at the signal of Nakayama Fu.

"Cognac, I don't care if you're looking for trouble, but you should never let my people get involved in your trouble."

He casually picked up a serrated dagger from the operating table beside him, and the murderous intent in Uozuka Saburo surged, causing the people in the interrogation team behind him to gather together and begin to tremble.

"I'll give you a quick death, but you have to give me an answer."

Pointing the dagger at Cognac's neck, Uozuka Saburo asked coldly.

“Who are those people on the west side of the factory?”

He straightened his neck with difficulty and looked at Uozuka Saburo, who was looking down at him and looked like the god of death under the light, and Cognac grinned.

"I don't know."

"Bah!"

With a fierce swing of his right hand, the dagger cut across Cognac's neck, causing a large amount of blood to spurt out.

With a cold glance at the blood spurted onto his clothes, Uozuka Saburo threw away the dagger and walked to where he had put his coat.

It was not until Saburo Uozuka walked out of the interrogation room without saying a word, holding his coat, that the members of the organization who had been standing by the wall, not daring to breathe, breathed a sigh of relief. Then they looked at Cognac in the middle of the room with a headache and horror, with blood still gushing from his neck.

"Team leader, this man just died like that. What should we do? The order from above is for us to interrogate him, not for anyone to die here."

"A traitor should die, and no one will say anything."

Glancing at his subordinate who was not very smart, Zhongshan Fu had no intention of explaining to him.

Let alone a cognac, if Vodka wanted to kill someone today, who in the organization could stop him?

"Clean up the body and the room, go ahead."

"Yes."

. . .

"Did you ask?"

Rum calmly looked at Saburo Uozuka, whose clothes were covered in blood, and walked to his desk and sat down. He didn't even bother to ask what happened to the blood on Saburo Uozuka's body.

Just as Nakayama Kama had judged before, he was just a traitor, so Uozuka Saburo could kill him.

Anyway, what Rum wanted was for Cognac to die, so he could completely accept the current result.

"There's nothing useful. I'll give it to you after reporting to Yamafu."

Without being too polite, he took out a cigarette from his arms, pulled it out, put it in his mouth and lit it.

After taking two deep breaths and exhaling a long puff of smoke, Saburo Uozuka turned his gaze to Rum who was sitting opposite him.

There was a moment of silence between the two sides, but it didn't last long.

When the cigarette was half burned, Uozuka Saburo spoke, breaking the silence in the room.

"I need a month. If the organization doesn't have any important tasks for me during this month, please don't assign them to me."

"Okay, I'll give you a month. Do you need any other help?"

Without any hesitation, Rum agreed to Uozuka Saburo's request.

He knew very well why Uozuka Saburo wanted this time.

"I'll tell you when I need it."

Nodding slightly, knowing that Rum would not refuse his request, Uozuka Saburo accepted it calmly.

then.

"If possible, assign Keel to my team for the next six months of missions. I want to guide her."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that, but why."

The sunglasses flickered slightly, and Rum, who was used to hiding his appearance in front of Uozuka Saburo, frowned.

"Because Ji Er is the daughter of Da Men, and Da Men is gone now, I need to take care of her more. Her level is not good enough now, and I can see that she will die suddenly one day."

"Kil is the daughter of Miyuki Daimon."

His eyebrows raised, shocked by the news which he heard for the first time, but Rum recovered quickly.

Because if he calmed down and thought about it, Rum found that this was not a serious problem.

There are also second-generation people in the organization who join the organization because of their parents’ relationships, and their number is not too small.

Well, most of them are from the research group and the internal affairs group.

"Well, when he saw Gil, Da Men was also shocked, but he was worried about some trouble, so he got rid of me and kept it a secret. Sorry."

"It's okay, it's not a big problem."

Smiling and waving his hands, Rum showed that he trusted Uozuka Saburo and Daimon Miyuki very much.

He was selling Uozuka Saburo's face, but the fact that his daughter's identity was concealed was not a dangerous signal for Rum.

Not to mention that Daimon Yuxing just sacrificed his life today because of the organization's mission, it is even less likely that he would show any petty behavior.

"Well, I'll be leaving now. I still have some business to discuss with Ireland."

"Go do what you want to do, and tell me if you need anything."

Watching Saburo Uozuka walk out of his office, Rum tapped the table lightly with his fingers, his eyes flickering, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

"Mr. Rum, the report from Nakayama-kama has been submitted."

Pushing the door open and placing a report on Rum's desk, Kusora looked at the silent Rum and stood there without taking any action.

Sure enough, after about a minute, Rum picked up the document and began to read it carefully.

"Kusora, is Kiel still in the base?"

"Yes, originally she was not qualified to enter the base, but today she was brought here by Vodka."

"I know. Um, let the intelligence team... Never mind. Go and arrange for Kiel to be allowed to enter the base."

"Ok."

He nodded obediently, Kusora was in a somewhat subtle mood.

Just now, I followed Rum's order and went to wait for Saburo Uozuka outside the interrogation department. As a result, I suddenly saw blood splattered on his clothes. Saburo Uozuka walked out of the interrogation room with the murderous aura and oppressive atmosphere not yet completely subsided.

On the way from the interrogation room to Rum's side, Kusora really wanted to find a topic to ease the atmosphere between Uozuka Saburo and himself.

Although Kusora didn't like to talk much when she led Uozuka Saburo away before, at this moment, she felt that silence was even more unacceptable to her.

"Sure enough, I should stay away from vodka in the future."

"Go to the logistics department and find a piece of clothing that Vodka can wear. Send it to Vodka. He's going to look for Ireland. You should manage the time yourself."

"...knew."

. . .

"So, you didn't find the sniper?"

"Yes, the other party moved very quickly, and left after firing that shot. I found the location of the sniper attack, but there was no trace of the person at all."

Nodding seriously, Ireland didn't let his eyes run across the blood on Uozuka Saburo's body.

Ireland, who had long known that Uozuka Saburo was not someone who was easy to mess with, would never do anything to cause trouble when the other party was obviously in a bad mood.

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with the scolding from Uozuka Saburo during the previous operation.

However, he could only keep his dissatisfaction to himself.

Because he knew that if he provoked Saburo Uozuka when he was in a bad mood today, even if he died, Saburo Uozuka might not punish him.

More importantly, he really couldn't beat Uozuka Saburo.

Of course, this statement is a bit exaggerated, and Ireland does not think that Uozuka Saburo is the kind of person who is confused and likes to attack his colleagues in the organization at will.

"What a pity. He was so calm. I thought that as an elite cadre of the Pisk faction, he would be angry when I scolded him like that at noon. Unfortunately, the opportunity to provoke conflict is gone."

Ireland would never have imagined that Uozuka Saburo, whom he had just secretly praised for having a broad perspective, was now feeling deeply regretful because he had no excuse to scold or even beat Ireland.

"Tell me what you found."

Considering the emotions he was showing now, Uozuka Saburo was not too polite to Ireland.

Well, he hasn't given up the idea of ​​finding an opportunity to beat up Ireland.

"I found quite a few people on the west side. I roughly estimated that there were about 20 of them. They moved in a very regular manner. They should not be some ordinary local Japanese organization. And the most important thing is that most of the people I saw looked like foreigners and spoke English."

"Foreigners? There are a lot of foreigners in Tokyo, and they are connected to Cognac? Is it really the same as our initial speculation?"

"I think so. Besides, I can't think of anyone else who could arrange such a grand occasion."

"Tsk, a bunch of bastards that can never be killed. I get it. I'll follow up on what happens next. Ireland, get back to your mission."

"Yes, I will. I am ashamed that I was not able to help much this time."

"It doesn't matter. I will take revenge for the loss I suffered this time. Oh, by the way, how are you observing Kiel?"

"No problem. The suspicion on her should be cleared. I will focus on other people next."

"Hurry up and get rid of these damn undercover agents in the organization as soon as possible."

"Of course, that's what I thought too."

Nodding and noticing the figure swaying at the door of the lounge, Ireland quickly ended his conversation with Uozuka Saburo.

"Here are the clothes Mr. Rum asked me to give you."

"I accepted it."

He calmly accepted the clothes that Kusora gave him, and without any hesitation, Uozuka Saburo changed his blood-stained shirt on the spot.

"Where is Keel now, Kusora."

"In Lounge 3."

619: I have always been outspoken.

Holding coffee in both hands, Rena Mizunashi sat blankly in lounge No. 3, staring at the wall opposite with empty eyes.

Coming out from the busy and bloody mission and sitting alone in the lounge, no matter how reluctant Rena Mizunoshi was, the scene of the explosion would always strongly rush into her mind.

Although after becoming a CIA agent, Rena Mizunashi was already prepared to face the death of her colleagues and even her own death.

But when she saw that her father was buried in the ruins right in front of her, Mizunashi Rena found that she still couldn't accept it.

Why? It was just a simple liaison mission, why would an unknown sniper appear? And when and by whom did the bomb appear in the target factory building?

Rena Mizunashi was very confused. She wanted to contact her superior Marshall in the CIA immediately to ask him about Miyuki Daimon.

She knew that after the three warring parties in the factory had evacuated, the CIA would definitely join forces with the Japanese police to investigate the ruins.

There is still hope. As long as she doesn't see Daimon Miyuki's body in person, Mizunashi Rena will not believe the news that Daimon Miyuki has died in the explosion, even if this hope is very small.