Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

The two men didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger again, and their bodies fell to the ground.

The assassination began in the blink of an eye and ended in an instant.

Rum sat in the Rolls-Royce, expressionless as he watched his men quickly clean up the scene, searching the body for any possible suspicious traces.

"Lord Rum, nothing was found on them."

"Take pictures of their faces and find out who they are!"

Rum was not surprised by the result.

Recently, many people in the organization have been targeted in similar assassination attempts, but what he can't understand is why his identity was leaked!

You know, he has hardly met with anyone else in the organization over the years, so there's no reason why he would be caught red-handed by someone from another organization... No, that's not right. That organization even knows that gentleman's true identity. From this point of view, they do know a lot of secrets within the organization.

Or is there a mole within the organization's highest levels?

Unable to determine whether such a possibility actually existed, Rum's eyes turned incredibly sinister and cold.

In short, we absolutely cannot continue to be so passive.

"Once we find out their identities, we'll also find their families and deal with them!"

"Yes!"

Chapter 79: Gin's Suspicion

Hachijojima is the largest island in the southern Izu Islands. It is a volcanic island formed by two conical stratovolcanoes: Hachijo-Fuji, the highest peak in the Izu Islands, and Mt. Mihara, which is located to the southeast.

The first impression upon arriving at this tourist destination by ferry is one of freshness.

Sunshine, waves, sand...

"It feels so comfortable here!"

Are there whales in this sea? How can we see them?

"They should take a boat there later."

"The air really feels so fresh, it was definitely the right choice to come here!"

"But actually, this island was a major place of exile for criminals or political dissidents before the 20th century."

Ai Haibara's spoilsport immediately silenced the excited children.

She herself seemed oblivious to this, and continued watching the news videos on her phone screen with a cheerful expression.

Despite her appearance, she's actually the type who does a little research before going out to play.

Since her destination was Hachijojima, she did some research on Hachijojima-related information, but the interview news that came up caught her attention.

Today's interview feature is about a system that could change the future of police investigations—"Pacific Buoy".

The world's first facility connecting global police surveillance cameras will be built on Hachijojima Island, spearheaded by Interpol. This facility will be able to perform global facial recognition based on police surveillance footage, making it impossible for any fugitive suspect or wanted criminal to hide in civilized society.

The emergence of this system was certainly a good thing for Ai Haibara, but what she was more concerned about was the developer of the "Pacific Buoy" who appeared in the interview program... She felt that the girl's face was somewhat familiar.

The shuttle bus quickly took the group to the Suzuki Resort Hotel.

Noticing that Ai Haibara seemed a little distracted, Yoshiki Hayashi asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"No, I just didn't get enough sleep last night."

"Are you too excited because you're going out to have fun?"

"...I'm not a child."

As Ai Haibara responded with a flat expression, Sonoko Suzuki, who was taking her luggage off the car, immediately reached out and smacked her head: "What's wrong with you? I invited you here, can't you be a little more frank?"

"..."

Ai Haibara did not refute.

She chose to accept the favor mainly because of the few excited children who were shouting wildly.

The hotel staff quickly led everyone to check-in.

Lin Jiashu has a room to himself.

As he carried his luggage into the room and put it away, just as he drew back the curtains to see the view outside, his phone rang, displaying Amuro Tooru's name on the screen.

He gazed at the azure coastline outside and pressed the answer button:

"Hello, Mr. Amuro?"

"Boss, have we arrived at Hachijojima?" Amuro Tooru's voice came through the receiver, the background noise was a bit noisy, as if he were outdoors.

"Yes, I just arrived at the hotel. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Rum was attacked recently, and it's likely that it was done by that organization."

"...Did he leak the information himself?"

Lin Jiashu held his phone, his gaze fixed on the seabirds flying past the window.

Rum was attacked near the Maori Detective Agency, but the gunfight at that street corner didn't appear on local networks or in the news, obviously because he used the organization's power to suppress it completely.

After all, he had always been very careful to hide himself.

If the relevant information isn't suppressed, and people equate the gunfight in that location with the intelligence about Rum's attack, his identity will no longer be a secret.

"The specific details are still unclear, but I've heard that Rum is extremely angry and is reportedly mobilizing resources to prepare for a large-scale retaliatory operation." Amuro Tooru's tone became more serious as he replied, "If the news is true, the fact that they were able to accurately locate even someone as deeply hidden as Rum is enough to demonstrate that the organization's intelligence capabilities and operational efficiency far exceed my previous estimates... Yoshiki, you'd better be careful, in case your identity is also exposed to that organization—"

"Of course I know about this," Lin Jiashu replied. "You called just to tell me this?"

"……more than."

After a brief silence, Amuro Tooru changed the subject, "You know, Europol has a surveillance camera network center in Frankfurt, Germany?"

"I heard something."

"There was an intrusion there recently. A Europol employee who witnessed the intruders... was silenced by Gin." Amuro Tooru's voice carried a hint of coldness.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiashu's lips curled into a slight smile.

"No wonder we haven't heard much from Gin lately; he's been active in Europe. So, is this related to the 'Pacific buoy' that's been making headlines all this time around Hachijojima?"

"That's right." Amuro Tooru confirmed his guess. "The 'Pacific Buoy' facility located on Hachijojima will be officially connected to and put into operation at the Frankfurt network center today... and the key point is that the organization has its eye on this system and has decided to take action against it today."

"..."

"Rum's current task for me is to work with Vermouth and, with the help of Binga who has already infiltrated the facility, to get in there and take away the developers of the Pacific Buoy—their goal is to tamper with the cross-age identification system in that facility and erase the traces of the organization's members' activities from all past surveillance. Once this goal is achieved, it will become much more difficult for us to track down the organization in the future."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Perhaps it will be necessary... but the situation is still unclear, so we can only adapt to the circumstances."

Just as Amuro Tooru finished speaking, another cell phone on Hayashi Yoshiki's person suddenly rang.

The ringing of the bell made Amuro Tooru pause for a moment.

Lin Jiashu glanced at the caller ID on the other phone.

"It's Gin on the phone."

"Okay, I'll contact you again later."

After Amuro Tooru quickly hung up, Hayashi Yoshiki immediately answered the call.

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Frankfurt, Germany

A light drizzle was falling from the gloomy sky. A black Porsche was parked on a quiet street, raindrops leaving winding streaks on the car window.

Inside the car, Gin was intently looking at a message on his phone. The cigarette dangling from his lips flickered in the dim light, the grayish-white smoke blending seamlessly with the oppressive atmosphere inside the car.

Cohen sat silently in the passenger seat, like an emotionless shadow.

Gin is reviewing a detailed report about Rum's attack in Tokyo.

—Information reached him immediately after the incident, but he needed more precise and specific details. After reviewing the complete account of Rum's attack, Gin's inner peace was shattered, replaced by a deep-seated suspicion and icy anger.

Rum...why was he exposed?

This question lingered in his mind no matter what.

Rum's disguise was extremely careful. Even within the organization, there were several versions of his characteristics, such as "a strong and strong man," "a man like a woman," "an old man," and so on. Almost no one in the entire organization knew his true identity or the location of his infiltration this time.

How exactly did the guys from another organization manage to pinpoint his location and launch the attack?

As his thoughts raced, a figure inevitably surfaced in his mind—Jun Du!

That guy effortlessly exposed Rum's disguised identity at the bar last time, just like an assassin from that organization without any apparent reason!

Upon considering this possibility, Gin's aura suddenly turned dangerous and icy, causing even Cohen beside him to tense up instinctively.

The conversation in the bar earlier, with Jundu's provocation and ambition, could be seen as a common power struggle within the organization, and he even admired his audacity to some extent. But what if... what if Jundu's behavior crossed the line of internal struggle?

Rum wasn't the only one attacked by the organization's assassins.

He himself, along with vodka, tequila, Camus, Suz... and even in death, there was Aquavit, Veslin, Castel—

If he really was involved with that mysterious organization, betrayed Rum's intelligence, betrayed the organization and others... then this is no longer internal strife, but blatant betrayal, a crime that is absolutely intolerable and needs to be eradicated by the most brutal means!

The murderous intent permeated the car like a tangible force.

Gin abruptly stubbed out his cigarette, took out his encrypted phone without hesitation, and dialed Yoshiki's number.

The moment the call connected, Gin didn't exchange any pleasantries; his voice was as cold and hard as iron: "Where are you right now?"

"What happened to Hachijojima?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was as gentle as ever, even carrying a hint of sea breeze: "You don't sound like you're in a very good mood, Gin."

"Hachijo Island?"

Gin repeated the place name, his eyes narrowing dangerously—although there was no concrete evidence, Gin was more concerned about Jundo's presence in the sensitive Hachijojima, given that Jundo's image had suddenly become suspicious: "What are you doing there?"

Every word he uttered seemed to have been fished out of an ice cellar.

"I just came here to have some fun and relax," Jun Du replied casually. "But what's with this interrogation? Do you mean I did something wrong and gave myself away?"

Gin ignored his sarcasm and dropped a bombshell, his voice icy cold: "Rum has been attacked."

"Attacked?"

The tone on Cointreau's end sounded somewhat surprised.

Then, a playful chuckle crept into his voice, and Gin could almost picture him raising an eyebrow. "That's quite unexpected news. But... you called specifically to tell me this, and you're so concerned about my whereabouts... Gin, are you perhaps doubting me? Or is it that in your heart I've become so important that you need to personally oversee my vacation plans?"

The voice coming from the phone receiver bothered Cohen, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

He lifted the book from his hand, looked at Gin, hesitated, and then remained silent.

Gin, however, remained indifferent, letting out a cold snort from his nose. He didn't answer the almost mocking question, but simply warned, "Mind your own business, Jundo. You'd better not let me find out that you have any inappropriate involvement in this matter."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Lin Jiashu's response.

The car fell silent again, with only the sound of rain outside the window.

Gin stared at his phone screen as it went dark, his eyes filled with a sinister and unfathomable light. Hachijojima... the Pacific buoy... Rum's attack... and Cointreau, who inexplicably knew Rum's identity. These fragments collided in his mind, combining to form a pattern filled with dangerous signals.

He must find out the truth as soon as possible.

If Cointreau truly betrayed the organization...

Gin, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, paused for only a moment before dialing Vodka's number again.

The call was answered almost instantly, and Vodka's familiar, slightly confused voice came through: "Big brother? What are your instructions?"

Gin's voice was flat as he gave the order: "Vodka, involve Cointreau in the task you're handling. Also, keep an eye on Cointreau. Report any suspicious activity he makes to me immediately."

"Let Cointreau participate? Are you still going to keep an eye on Cointreau...?"

Vodka sounded somewhat surprised. "Brother, what happened? Didn't you say before that Cointreau shouldn't contact us recently? Why—"

"No reason why, just do it!"

Gin, impatient with the questioning and hesitation from the other side, flashed a fierce look of impatience in his eyes, and his voice suddenly turned cold.

Even over the phone, Vodka could almost feel the chill emanating from Gin's end. He immediately shuddered, forcibly suppressing all his doubts and hesitation, and hurriedly replied, "Yes, brother, I understand! I'll contact Cointreau right away!"

The call was immediately disconnected.