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

It was so familiar that Gin's pupils contracted slightly.

"Humph……"

Gin suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a hint of madness and approval.

"What excellent eyesight, Cointreau."

He stood up, his black trench coat billowing with the movement. "Looks like things have gotten more interesting in the organization since that old guy died."

"Since you have already planned out the game, I will naturally do my job well."

Gin pulled down his hat brim, turned and walked towards the warehouse door. "Vodka, let's go."

"yes, Sir!"

Vodka quickly put away the USB drive and followed.

Gin stopped as he passed by Shimizu Reiko and Urashi Seiran.

Those dark green eyes swept coldly over the two women, as if they were looking at two tools that had just passed inspection.

"Don't embarrass the task force."

He coldly uttered a sentence: "If I discover any betrayal or incompetence on your part... Jundu might spare your lives, but I will make you regret ever being born."

"Don't worry, Lord Gin."

Shimizu Reiko met his gaze without flinching, her smile still alluring. "We know very well who our masters are. Betrayal? That's a losing proposition only a fool would make."

Gin said nothing more and strode out of the warehouse.

The atmosphere in the warehouse eased slightly once the engine of that iconic Porsche 356A faded into the distance.

"What a terrifying guy."

Shimizu Reiko patted her chest. Although she said that, there was no fear in her eyes. Instead, her eyes revealed a desire for power.

"He is very strong."

Pu Siqinglan gave a brief assessment, then looked at Lin Jiashu, "Mr. Lin, where should we go next?"

Lin Jiashu picked up the glass of red wine and gently swirled it.

"Go and take over your new territory."

He downed the drink in his glass in one gulp. "Tonight is just the beginning. Over the next month, I'm going to get this rusty machine running again, and... faster and more smoothly than before."

Only by keeping the entire organization busy—busy with restructuring, busy with expansion, busy with finding its place under the new rules—will they not have the energy to think about who is actually sitting on the throne.

Only in this way could he quietly complete the final "blood transfusion".

"Go."

Lin Jiashu waved his hand, "Don't disappoint me."

"Yes."

The two women responded respectfully, then turned and quickly disappeared into the night. They were the hunting dogs that Lin Jiashu had released, destined to carve out a larger territory for him that night.

Lin Jiashu was the only one left in the warehouse.

He walked to the door, looked at the dark surface of Tokyo Bay in the distance, and listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

The hem of the trench coat fluttered in the night wind.

"Concealed, efficient, and with absolute control..."

He muttered to himself, his voice fading into the wind.

There's no need to search for gems like those so-called "zoo" organizations, nor is there a need to carry out terrorist attacks at the drop of a hat like before.

True darkness should be like water, penetrating everywhere yet remaining silent.

By the time people realized they were being submerged, everything was already set in stone.

……

Half an hour later.

Ginza, a high-end members-only bar owned by a certain organization.

Gin didn't go straight back to the safe house, but came here instead.

The door to the private room was pushed open, and Lin Jiashu walked in.

He had shed his murderous aura and looked like the gentle and refined detective again.

"What, still not enough to drink?"

Lin Jiashu sat down opposite Gin and looked at the empty glass of wine in front of him.

"Just thinking."

Gin poured himself another glass, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. "Your plan... is quite ambitious. You want to completely whitewash the organization?"

"Clearing the name? No."

Lin Jiashu shook his head, picked up a bottle of red wine next to him, and poured himself a little. "That's a fairy tale only children believe. Black is black, and it can never be washed away. I'm just putting a more respectable coat on it so that it can walk in the sunlight without getting burned."

"Moreover, Gin. Pure violence cannot last. Only by controlling the economic lifeline and the flow of information can we truly be invincible."

"Hmph, that's just typical businessman stuff."

Gin scoffed dismissively, but there was no objection in his tone. "However, as long as it brings benefits to the organization and provides the action team with sufficient funds and equipment, I don't mind if you pull these tricks."

You will be satisfied.

Lin Jiashu raised his glass, the red liquid shimmering under the light. "This is not only for profit, but also for... safety."

"When our reach extends to every corner of this country, when politicians and tycoons have to rely on our logistics and funding... who would dare to mess with us? Even the FBI would have to think twice before taking action against us."

Gin looked at him.

Looking at this young man who spoke eloquently, whose eyes shone with ambition and wisdom.

In that instant, in a daze.

Gin saw in this young Cointreau the shadow of the teacher he had been mentored by when he was young.

That kind of strategic confidence, that kind of composure that manipulates the rules of the world, even... more ruthless, more arrogant, and possessing a more compelling leadership charisma that makes people want to submit to him.

That same gentleman from back then was also weaving this enormous web behind the scenes. And now, Cointreau has temporarily taken over that thread, seemingly preparing to weave it even tighter and more deadly.

"Humph."

Gin exhaled a smoke ring, concealing the complex emotions that flashed across his eyes, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Whatever. As long as they don't get in my way, I can tolerate the existence of these bastards."

"But Jundu, don't forget. No matter how big the web becomes, if it loses its fangs, it will still be torn to shreds."

"of course."

Lin Jiashu smiled and clinked glasses with him. "The fangs will always be there. And you are the sharpest fang."

"now it's right."

The two of them drank the wine in their glasses in one gulp.

Then, they walked out of the private room one after the other, without saying goodbye, each heading into different darkness.

Behind them, a half-empty bottle of red wine stood quietly on the table, its surface gleaming with a deep, viscous sheen like blood under the dim light.

Just like this dark world that is about to be reshuffled and completely controlled.

Silent, yet surging.

Chapter 134: Leviathan

Time slips away quietly in the ever-changing flow of time.

For the ordinary citizens of Beika Town, this was just an unknown number of pages torn from a randomly changing calendar, a few harmless rain showers, and the insignificant sacrifices of dozens of unfortunate victims used to enhance the reputation of the famous detective.

But for the underground world lurking in the shadows of the world, this period has been a silent yet violent tectonic movement.

The black-clad organization that once acted ostentatiously, frequently causing explosions in downtown areas and engaging in high-speed car chases and gunfights with intelligence agencies from various countries, seemed to have vanished overnight.

There were no more open assassinations targeting celebrities, no more inexplicable terrorist attacks and extortions, and even the peripheral members who were being watched by the FBI or CAI on the edge of darkness became more disciplined.

This unusual silence did not raise any alarm.

At most, they felt that the organization had indeed become much more docile after that internal turmoil.

What no one realized was that the reason this lurking behemoth stopped roaring was because it was in the deep sea, coldly watching every ship on the surface, gradually opening its massive maw, large enough to devour everything.

Tennozu Island, Minato Ward, Tokyo

This is Tokyo's emerging business center, where countless multinational corporations' headquarters buildings stand like a steel forest, their massive glass curtain walls reflecting the shimmering waters of Tokyo Bay, symbolizing the country's most prosperous economic lifeline.

On the top floor of one of the unassuming but unusually high-security black buildings, the door to the conference room was opened.

Shimizu Reiko walked in, wearing high heels.

She was wearing a very sophisticated dark gray haute couture business suit, her once-signature wavy long hair was neatly styled up, and she wore a pair of frameless gold-rimmed glasses. She threw a thick stack of documents on the table.

With a soft "snap," the sound caused everyone present to involuntarily tremble.

These people are dressed in suits and ties, and some of them are even frequent cover stars of financial magazines.

They are the heads of several large ocean shipping companies, multinational logistics groups, and several shell technology companies that possess certain technologies. To outsiders, they are successful entrepreneurs and pillars of society; but here—in this airtight conference room—they know their true identities—they are merely the organization's "gloves," the "washing machines" responsible for cleaning up illicit funds.

"Has the deal to acquire the Southeast Asian 'Sea Serpent' shipping route not been finalized yet?"

"Miss Shimizu..."

A balding, middle-aged manager wiped the cold sweat from his brow, stood up tremblingly, his legs shaking. "The other party has a local warlord background. Although it's just a separatist force, they have troops. Their asking price is too high, exceeding the budget by forty percent, and... and they insist on a cash transaction on the high seas. We're worried this is a trap..."

"That's because you're incompetent."

Shimizu Reiko coldly interrupted him, "The higher-ups have already said that we need this route, and not just for smuggling that pitiful amount of contraband. Our goal is to open up an underground passage stretching from the Golden Triangle all the way to Tokyo, and even North America. We're building an invisible artery!"

"Money? In this organization, money is the least valuable thing. The problem is efficiency, understand?"

She turned around and pressed the remote control in her hand.

The giant projection screen behind them lit up instantly, displaying a complex map of the global logistics network.

The red lines on it, like blood vessels, extend from Japan to Southeast Asia, the Middle East, Europe, and even the Americas, weaving a suffocating web.

She snapped her fingers.

The female assistant behind him immediately stepped forward, handed over a new set of documents, and distributed them to the balding manager.

"That warlord has a beloved youngest son who is currently studying law in London."

Shimizu Reiko's lips curled into a cruel yet alluring smile. "According to our intelligence, this young master seems to have recently racked up a huge gambling debt at an underground casino and is also involved in a hit-and-run case involving drunk driving that resulted in death. The British police are investigating, but his father's influence doesn't extend to London."

The person in charge of the balding project flipped through the documents in his hand, becoming increasingly alarmed with each reading.

It contained not only the young master's IOU, but also high-definition photos of the accident scene, and even the autopsy report of the person who was killed.

"Help him solve these problems," Shimizu Reiko said casually. "Make him understand that if he doesn't cooperate with us, his son will have a hard time in London, and life in prison is not easy; but if we cooperate, we can not only help him launder his money, but also make his son a clean and legitimate gentleman, and even help his father advance further in local politics."

"Yes...I understand!"

The other party immediately lowered their head to indicate that they knew what to do.

The organization has used such coercion and inducement tactics quite often, but this time they've managed to obtain so much leverage over their target, which suggests that the organization has likely infiltrated the judicial and administrative systems of another country...

"I want to see that warlord sign the contract within three days."

"Yes!"

After the meeting, the crowd dispersed.

Shimizu Reiko stood alone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling container terminal outside.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on the mountains of containers, turning them a blood-red color.

Those containers contained not only legitimate electronic products and auto parts, but also, in their specially modified, hidden compartments, the latest American firearms, rare strategic metals, stolen cutting-edge chip technology, and... a huge amount of black money enough to overthrow a small country's regime.

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