Chapter 664 How many of us are there?
At this moment, everything was so quiet, as if time had stopped.
The three of them looked at each other in silence.
Bourbon is undercover?
"Rei Fangtani, pseudonym Toru Amuro, code name Bourbon, Japanese public security police officer."
Is Gere an undercover agent?
"My lord Yinghai, pseudonym Mizuno Reina, code name Gere, CIA investigator."
Is Ireland also an undercover agent? ?
"Yes, Mr. Ireland is our man."
Noah revealed the true identities of Bourbon and Keir by name, and also exposed Ireland's hidden secret.
Now there was no room for their disbelief.
It turns out that the people sitting in this room are really our own people.
"etc."
Miss Keel suddenly raised her head and looked at Bourbon:
"Then when we break out in the morning."
Bastard, no wonder you only shot at the CIA in the morning!
"Ah."
each other.
Bourbon stared back with a cold face.
The two men's sullen eyes collided fiercely in the air, as if they wanted to eat each other.
But these two glances coincided with each other, and soon became complicated and helpless:
Yes, they killed everyone in the morning, and they were actually their own brothers.
Even though he performed so hard, he showed it to his own people.
But who can blame this?
As undercover agents, they had no other choice in that situation.
this.
"This is a helpless tragedy."
Mr. Noah’s mechanical voice came from the speaker:
"And I am here to talk to everyone this time just to prevent such a tragedy from happening again."
"Although we belong to different organizations and different countries, our most fundamental purpose is the same - to completely destroy this criminal organization."
"You mean?" Bourbon calmly sensed Noah's intention: "We have three parties to cooperate?"
"Yes, cooperation."
“Everyone joins together, unites, and works together to eradicate this organization.”
Noah shouted an inspiring slogan.
But both Toru Amuro and Rena Mizuna were very wary of the word "cooperation".
Because they know very well in their hearts:
The fundamental purposes, or core interests, of various intelligence agencies are actually not as consistent as Mr. Noah said. ,
They do all want to eradicate the organization.
But after the organization is eradicated, how should the spoils be divided?
Everyone wants to get the research results of the elixir into their own hands and pack up the talented scientists recruited by the organization to go home.
Toru Amuro and Reina Mizuno didn't think that the ultimate goal of Mr. Noah and the organization behind him would be any different from that of the Japanese police and CIA.
not to mention.
"We don't even know who you are."
"Why should I believe you?"
The voices of Toru Amuro and Reina Mizuna were full of hesitation and vigilance.
The various methods that Noah has shown before have already demonstrated the powerful technical capabilities of the mysterious organization behind it.
The exposure of the identity of the Irish undercover is a secret reminder to everyone that the intelligence capabilities of this organization cannot be underestimated.
A big net penetrated around them silently and took control of everything about them.
As elite agents of the CIA and Japanese police, they had not noticed it before.
"Compared to gin and rum, to be honest."
Toru Amuro paused subtly:
"Mr. Noah."
"You are the one who makes me feel more uneasy."
"I understand." Noah's answer was still so enigmatic and unrevealing: "Officer Fangtani, Miss, of course you can remain reasonably vigilant about me."
"but now"
"You can only cooperate with me."
"Is this a threat?" Shui Wulian raised his eyebrows.
"No, just stating the facts."
"Do you still remember the undercover list stored in the National Police Agency's database?"
"Officer Furuya, my lady, your names are all on it."
"What?" Shui Wulian was slightly startled:
She is a CIA agent, how come her name is in the public security database?
"This is real?"
She looked at Toru Amuro belatedly:
"You, the Japanese police, have already secretly investigated my identity?!"
"This." Toru Amuro smiled noncommittally.
His subtle expression said it all:
Mizuki Reina's name was indeed on that undercover list.
Mr. Noah does have the specific contents of this undercover list.
How did he do it?
“Curaçao”
Amuro Tooru quickly figured everything out:
"The disappearance of Curacao on the way to escape was caused by the organization behind you?"
"Yes, Curacao is in our hands now."
It's always easier to talk to smart people.
There is no need for Noah's Ark to explain everything next. Toru Amuro and Reina Mizuna can both guess:
Curacao successfully stole the Japanese police's undercover list.
It was Noah and the mysterious organization behind him who stopped her from taking the undercover list back to the black organization, and preventing their two undercover identities from being exposed in front of Gin and Rum.
That's why the two of them are now alive and sitting here talking.
the most important is
In fact, Noah could just sit back and let Curacao bring the undercover list back to the organization, and then sell the two undercovers from other companies to protect Ireland from suspicion.
But Noah and the mysterious organization behind him took the risk of exposing his undercover agents and rescued them.
Unknowingly, they already owed Noah a life-saving grace.
And Toru Amuro and Reina Mizuno also understand:
Since Noah can save their lives.
It can kill them.
There was no need to show any more tricks. As long as the undercover list was thrown in front of Gin, the two of them had to pack up and run away immediately.
Even if they manage to escape in the end, the intelligence network they have worked hard to build within the black organization over the years, at the expense of countless resources and even the sacrifice of countless colleagues, will be destroyed.
"So our interests are aligned right now."
Noah's Ark took advantage of the situation to explain the pros and cons to them:
"Gin is eager to find an undercover agent."
"The undercover could be Irish or Bourbon and Kiel."
"But I hope it's not one of us."
"I see."
Both Toru Amuro and Rena Mizuna recognized the current situation:
"We are willing to work with you."
As for how to cooperate, there is no need to explain.
They can all see the intention of Noah's Ark:
"Since Curacao is in your hands, Mr. Noah, then the news that Rum received earlier identifying Vodka as the mole must have been forged by you, Mr. Noah, right?"
"So, your purpose is to cooperate with us."
"Let Vodka replace a few of us and become the 'undercover' Gin is looking for?"
"That's right." Noah's Ark replied approvingly: "Now Gin is not in the stronghold, and Cohen and Chianti are seriously injured."
"The peripheral members who were supposed to stay at the stronghold were almost wiped out due to the actions in the morning. The few who escaped were all seriously injured and unable to function."
"The only ones responsible for guarding Vodka now are the three of you."
"But Gin didn't expect that all three of you would be undercover agents."
"So the only thing that can restrict your actions now are these remote cameras installed inside the stronghold."
It paused slightly and explained in more detail:
"I can help solve the remote camera problem."
"Gin won't be able to return to the base for a while."
"So Officer Furitani, our lady, and Mr. Ireland, you still have a lot of time to hold on to Vodka's undercover hat."
"This" Toru Amuro and Reina Mizuna began to think secretly:
Organizational cadres who were wary of each other became comrades in the same trench.
All the remote cameras set up by Gin in the stronghold were easily controlled by this mysterious Mr. Noah.
There seemed to be no obstacles in front of them.
"No, there is more."
"still have a question."
Ireland helped them ask this question:
"Mr. Noah, Gin is not that easy to fool."
"We have solved it here, but what about Curacao?"
Curacao's whereabouts are still unknown.
The authenticity of the information she sent back is still questionable.
If it's Bourbon, Kiehl, or someone else on the list
Based on the principle of "I would rather kill a thousand by mistake", Ginjiu decided to kill him.
But the person on the list happened to be Vodka, his most trusted younger brother.
"Gin, he won't believe it easily."
"Unless he can find Curacao and verify the news face to face with Curacao."
"But."
Ireland sighed helplessly:
"Curaçao, she is not one of ours."
"she is."
"She won't lie for us."
"She will."
"The evidence we arranged is probably not enough."
"I told you, she is one of ours too."
"???"
Ireland, who was sighing, couldn't help but be startled.
Toru Amuro's expression froze, and Reina Suiwu's expression froze.
"us."
At this moment, they all want to ask a question:
"How many more of us are there?"
On the other side, it was getting late.
After working like a headless fly for most of the day, Gin finally found Curacao as he wished.
But to be precise, it wasn't him who found Curacao.
But Curacao, who had been missing for most of the day, suddenly appeared on his own.
"You mean"
Gin looked at Curaçao in front of him coldly.
Observing her eyes, her expression, and the shocking large bruises on her head:
"When you were reporting the situation to Mr. Rum, you suddenly encountered a large group of Japanese policemen pursuing you."
"So you were forced to hang up the phone and fight desperately to break out. As a result, you were accidentally seriously injured in the fight with the pursuers. You persisted until you successfully escaped the pursuit and then collapsed from exhaustion."
"Finally collapsed in an abandoned construction site where no one noticed, and have been sleeping until now to recover?"
"That's why you disappeared—"
"It's that simple?"
"Yes." Curacao nodded calmly.
As one of the top female agents in the organization, her acting skills are almost as good as those of Belmode.
Even though Gin was looking at her coldly with a terrifying gaze that was selective and devouring, there was no trace of fear on her face.
Curacao just repeated his words in a calm tone.
It's like, that's the unquestionable truth.
"So, Curacao."
Gin's tone was still so cold and calm.
But the killing intent in his eyes was already intense to the extreme:
"You mean, the information you sent back before is true?"
"it is true."
"Vodka is the mole?"
"yes."
"He sold information to the Japanese police for money?"
"yes."
"."
There was a terrible silence.
"impossible!"
Gin was a little out of sorts.
His face, which had always shown only coldness, now revealed a hint of anger:
"I do not believe--"
"How could Vodka betray me and the organization for just money?!"
"I do not know then."
Curacao showed an attitude that it had nothing to do with him:
"I'm just stating the information I saw."
"But Gin, I still have to advise you:"
"Don't trust your driver too much."
"According to the records in the National Police Agency's database, Mr. Vodka, who is deeply trusted by you, is now a key development target of their Japanese police."
"Vodka has been using the organization's confidential information to bargain with them in exchange for financial rewards and special pardons for himself."
"As long as the organization collapses, he can be a free, law-abiding citizen with a lot of money."
"correct."
Curacao smiled slightly:
"I also wrote down the secret bank account number opened for Vodka by the Japanese police in that file."
"If you don't believe it, you can check it yourself."
Of course she wasn't afraid of Gin going to investigate.
Because Noah's Ark has reached cooperation with the Japanese public security through Bourbon.
Just fake a bank account. This is simply a piece of cake for the Japanese police who hold public power.
Not to mention.
This bank was opened by Suzuki Sonoko's family.
"No, it's impossible"
Gin still didn't believe it.
How could he not know that all the evidence could be forged.
Although Vodka had the best conditions to commit the crime, and although Curacao also confirmed her news in person, he still instinctively refused to believe that his extremely loyal little brother would betray him:
"Vodka can't be a mole"
"There is something wrong with your information!"
Gin's murderous aura was boiling, almost suffocating.
Curaçao raised his eyebrows and spoke tit-for-tat:
"Gin, what do you mean?"
"Are you trying to say that the information I brought back was forged?"
"The Japanese police can predict a secret latent operation that only Mr. Rum and I know about, and bury such a false file in the database in advance?"
"Or"
"Are you suspecting that I'm an undercover agent?"
"Suspect me of deliberately setting up your driver?!"
"." Gin was silent and didn't ask any questions.
But the barely concealed hostility in his eyes already revealed his extreme distrust of Curaçao.
After all, Curacao disappeared inexplicably all afternoon today.
The information that Vodka betrayed the organization and the explanation that she was seriously injured and comatose all came from her side of the story.
Gin has always been cautious and suspicious, and of course he will not easily believe these words of Curaçao.
"So, Gin, what do you mean?"
Curacao returned a disdainful smile:
"Vodka is not an undercover agent, but I am?"
"Am I working for the Japanese public security, helping them frame the organization's cadres?"
"ridiculous--"
"If I were an undercover agent, wouldn't it be enough for me and the Japanese police to perform a near-miss double act and bring this 'fake news' directly back to the organization?"
"Why did those public security officers chase me so hard and force me to be seriously injured and pass out?"
"For me to be missing for a long time at this time, wouldn't it just arouse suspicion for nothing?"
Gin was speechless.
Indeed, if this is really a conspiracy jointly planned by Curacao and the Japanese police.
Then there is no reason for her to go missing today.
"Or"
Curacao’s questioning was even more aggressive:
"You are suspicious. I was brainwashed during the period of my disappearance."
"You betrayed the organization in less than half a day?"
Gin was even more speechless.
Just kidding, it took only a short time to betray the organization.
This is of course even more impossible.
"enough."
Gin drank coldly to stop Curacao's self-justification which was more like a mockery.
"I believe you are not an undercover agent."
"I believe what you said is true."
He slowly clenched his fists and tightened the gun in his hand.
The pair of indifferent pupils hidden under the brim of the hat gradually became indifferent after a while of throbbing.
"Let's go. Let's go back."
Gin turned around without looking back.
Turning around and walking towards his black Porsche.
The people in the back seat were still here, but the driver's seat was empty.
"Vodka."
Gin looked back sadly:
"Will you really betray me?"