Coroner Ke Xue

At the same time that gin and vodka said goodbye to each other, on the other side.

"Bourbon! Kiel! Curacao! Al."

"Damn it, you damn traitors!"

There are so many undercover agents that Vodka can’t even scold them all at once.

Tired of scolding, looking at the arrogant and proud traitors in front of him, he couldn't help but worry about the organization and the fate of the Gin boss:

"Brother, damn it"

"How is my eldest brother doing now?"

"Who is that bastard who pretended to be me? I'm going to kill him sooner or later!!"

After shouting here, someone finally answered his question:

"Who is that 'vodka' you ask me?"

Mr. Bourbon spread his hands and raised his eyebrows:

"Sorry, I don't know that either."

"asshole."

"I really do not know."

Bourbon replied calmly:

"He is not from our Japanese police."

"I know him no better than you do, Vodka."

"anyway--"

"You're not the only one who wants to know about this."

"We, the Japanese police, are also very interested in knowing more about it."

This mysterious man was still flexible and able to move freely in the dark, easily taking down the burly Vodka with just one move.

He is at least a "pistol realm" fighting master.

He is also a master of disguise who is proficient in the art of disguise and voice change.

To sum it up:

This person's skills are not inferior to his bourbon, and his camouflage skills are comparable to those of Kaito Kidd.

This kind of top-notch talents who are all-rounded are very rare in the world.

Bourbon has been in the industry for so long, and he knows that Lin Xinyi has this kind of ability.

And now Mr. Noah casually sent out such a master whose strength is comparable to Lin Xinyi, plus Ireland and Curacao, whose identities were exposed before.

"Terrible intelligence and technical power."

"There is also an elite level of special agents"

"The organization behind Mr. Noah should not be underestimated."

Thinking of this, Bourbon set his sights on Ireland with great concern.

Just listen to him test it calmly:

"Ireland, Mr. Vodka is your colleague."

"Would you be interested in introducing me to everyone?"

As he said that, Kil also glanced at him silently.

He said that the CIA also wanted to know more about this mysterious character sent by Mr. Noah to support him.

But Ireland just repeated Bourbon's previous answer:

"Sorry, I don't know that either."

He just jumped ship this morning because he really didn't know where that fake vodka came from.

"Curaçao, what about you?"

Ireland also thought Curacao was his senior in the new company.

"You don't need to know that right now."

Curacao really showed off the omniscient style of its “seniors”.

Although her qualifications are actually lower than Ireland's, her working hours are half a day less than Ireland's.

"In short, everyone just needs to know that he is also Mr. Noah's person."

"Ha, it's really mysterious."

"That's fine."

Bourbon was interested and did not ask any more questions. He just lowered his head and looked at his watch:

"Let's go straight away——"

"It's time to 'break out' and meet up with Gin."

"Yes." Kiel, Ireland, and Curacao also nodded in agreement.

They still have to continue to cooperate and lurk in the organization. Even if they are suspicious of each other, they have to wait until later.

"Curaçao, though."

Before leaving, Bourbon still quietly tried:

"Is vodka really left to our disposal?"

Both Cohen and Chianti were transferred to the organization's underground hospital for treatment due to serious injuries, and Gin was also scheduled to be released.

Then the unlucky Mr. Vodka is the only spoil of their operation today.

"Mr. Noah doesn't have any other requirements for this 'trophy'?"

"No." Curacao confirmed: "Mr. Noah does not need information about vodka."

"Whether it belongs to the CIA or the Japanese police is up to you to decide."

"OK, thank you Mr. Noah."

Bourbon and Keir looked at each other.

They were not discussing how to divide the "loot".

After all, in the face of the powerful CIA, the Japanese Public Security Bureau, as the intelligence department of a small allied country, cannot monopolize the spoils of war no matter what.

So there is actually no suspense about Vodka’s ending:

Otherwise, he will be taken back by the CIA and imprisoned.

Otherwise, he is under the supervision of the CIA and is being held by the Japanese police.

What Bourbon and Gere are thinking secretly now is actually:

Vodka is a close companion of gin.

He has far more information than ordinary organizational cadres.

But Mr. Noah didn’t even look down on someone as important as vodka, so he just threw it out for the two of them to fight over.

Obviously, this mysterious organization has penetrated the "winery" deeply and has rich intelligence, which is more powerful than what the other party is showing now.

It seems that Ireland and Curacao are not the only undercover agents placed by Mr. Noah in the organization.

"Who else would be an undercover agent?"

Bourbon and Keir were sighing secretly.

Vodka was already cursing and yelling:

"Asshole. Do you really think of me as a trophy?"

"Let me tell you, you bastards from the CIA and the Japanese Public Security Bureau, even if I die and are beaten into a sieve by you, you will not be able to ask a single word out of my mouth!"

The more Vodka scolded him, the more emotional he got. If someone hadn't been holding him down, he would have died on the spot with blood splattering on his face.

But his willingness to die instead of surrender only earned a burst of sneers from several CIA investigators present:

"Even if it means death? Haha."

"Don't worry, Mr. Vodka"

"We won't let you die."

Of course they won't take Vodka back and shoot him.

This is such a waste.

"But you also know."

"Sometimes living can be more painful than death."

The CIA investigators smiled sinisterly.

Although the police officers of the Japanese Public Security Bureau smile a little more civilly, their smiles still vaguely reveal the charm of the "extra high school" back then.

"Ahem."

Some people play bad cops, and some people play good cops.

After some threats from her colleagues, Miss Keel cleared her throat and persuaded Vodka in a good voice:

"Vodka, you actually have better choices now."

Although Vodka has done many bad things, he deserves justice.

But in the real world, everyone has always been very flexible about the standards of justice.

Back then, the United States could pardon even World War II war criminals.

Even the Black Sun Troops can be taken back and raised.

Not only did they not suffer retribution, they also lived in a big rice-fried house that countless people dreamed of.

Compared with them, the bad things done by the "winery" are really nothing.

It is absolutely within the flexible standards of justice in the United States.

Therefore, as long as they are willing to surrender, cooperate, and assist the CIA in obtaining the benefits of the elixir, even if they are the leaders of criminal organizations like Gin, Rum, and Belmode, the outcome will be incredibly good.

Not to mention vodka.

"As long as you are willing to tell us some information."

"Go away, I won't tell you!"

Vodka was very determined.

He gritted his teeth and spat:

"Use whatever tricks you have!"

"Aren't they just those old-fashioned methods? Do you think I will be afraid?"

"Okay." Kil didn't waste any more words.

She actually knew in her heart that the core cadres of the organization had received professional anti-interrogation training, and their mouths were not so easy to pry open.

Vodka is a die-hard fan of gin, and it can only be conquered by hard work.

"Then you should stay with my colleagues for a few days."

"Goodbye, vodka."

"But you have to think about it:"

"When I see you again - whether the organization itself still exists is probably a question."

"By the time you want to give us information, you probably won't have any information to sell."

Kil coldly said a heart-breaking sentence and was about to turn around and leave.

Vodka, who was left behind by her, suddenly turned gloomy:

yes

Kiel, Bourbon, Ireland, and Curacao are all undercover.

The gin boss was accompanied by a fake vodka.

The organization has almost become a team-building meeting for undercover agents from various countries.

But Mr. Gin and Mr. Rum were not aware of it at all.

Even if Vodka has confidence in his gin boss and the organization, now he has to admit that he only sees four big words in today's current situation:

Group! Weave! want! over!

And if the organization is finished, what about his eldest brother?

Will his gin brother follow the organization to death?

Yes, definitely.

With Brother Gin's infinite loyalty to the organization and his firm and decisive character, he will never let himself fall into the hands of the enemy alive.

This also means

Today may be the farewell between him and his big brother Gin.

I'm afraid he will never have the chance to meet his eldest brother again.

Even if you see it, you can only see a corpse, a lonely grave, and a tombstone without a name.

"Brother."

Thinking of this, Vodka couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

"etc."

Bourbon, who was planning to leave, stopped again.

He noticed Vodka's complex and subtle expression.

"Let me have a final word with Mr. Vodka."

"Get lost! We have nothing to talk about."

"Even if I die and are beaten into a sieve by you, I won't tell you a word!"

Vodka is still so grumpy.

Bourbon just smiled unhurriedly:

"Don't get excited."

"Do you want to see your elder brother die?"

"What did you say, bastard!"

"You dare to touch my big brother and try it!"

Vodka's anger was instantly ignited.

But behind his anger was a lingering fear.

Because Bourbon saw through his inner concerns.

He also revealed what he was most afraid of.

"You don't want your eldest brother to die, right?"

"But you also know that Gin is not a man to be taken prisoner."

Bourbon's smile is very sunny.

But at this moment, his voice sounded like a demon's murmur from hell:

"Although we also want to catch Gin alive, this man is too dangerous."

"Too many police officers were sacrificed just to capture him alive. This is something we absolutely don't want to see."

"So all we can do at that time is try to capture them alive."

"If Gin keeps resisting on his own, what will happen to him?"

"I'm afraid it won't be too good."

"You, you" Vodka wanted to curse loudly again to show his loyalty to the organization.

But he cursed out loud for no reason.

Because Bourbon caught his weakness:

His loyalty to the organization is far less than his loyalty to Gin.

"How about it?"

Bourbon promptly put forward the conditions:

"As long as you cooperate well and tell us some useful information, I promise you to bring Gin back alive."

"Although it is impossible to pardon his crime."

"But at least Gin can save a life."

"This" vodka inevitably hesitated.

On one side is loyalty to the organization, on the other side is the life of his eldest brother.

How to choose?

"I won't tell!"

Vodka quickly made his choice:

"Brother, he would rather die than betray the organization."

"How can I go against his will!"

"If I betray the organization in order to save Brother Gin's life, then I will be betraying Brother's expectations of me!"

"That's what he expects from you."

"What do you expect from him?"

"Vodka, Gin wants to die for the organization, are you willing to watch him die for the organization?"

Bourbon's psychological offensive is getting stronger and stronger.

As soon as he said this, Vodka instinctively fell into entanglement:

Yes, he didn't want to watch Gin die.

Even if this is the eldest brother's own will.

If possible, he wanted his eldest brother to live.

He didn't want today to be goodbye forever.

He wanted to see his elder brother again.

"No"

Vodka clenched her fists tightly.

He fought hard with his heart:

"I won't, I won't let my brother down, absolutely not!"

"In the worst case, I'll die together with my eldest brother!"

Vodka gritted his teeth and swore to the gin brother in his heart.

"All right."

Bourbon let out a long sigh.

He seemed to have completely given up trying to convince Vodka and wanted to leave.

But before leaving, he left one more sentence:

"Well, I just need you to answer me a question."

"Can you tell me who Chartreux is?"

"Chartreuse?"

Vodka was slightly startled.

"Yes, Chartreux."

Bourbon’s eyes seem to be able to see through people’s hearts:

"You don't have a very good relationship with him, right?"

Vodka clearly has a grudge against the mysterious Chartreuse.

When Gin interrogated him before, he even shouted "If I betray the organization, the first person to be betrayed should be Chartreuse." Such shocking words.

There is no doubt that Chartreuse is the key to breaking through vodka's psychological defenses.

He had a grudge against this Chartreuse, so betraying him would be the easiest thing to do.

"Now the organization is on the verge of death, and Gin is even more in danger."

"Whatever you insist on giving your life for will soon be destroyed."

"And now I give you a chance:"

"As long as you tell me who Chartreuse is, I will promise to save Gin's life."

Bourbon planned it very shrewdly.

Selling out an organization is like cheating. The first time will be the second time.

The first time is the most psychologically burdensome, the second and third time you will feel less guilty, and by the fourth and fifth time it will be as natural as eating and drinking.

So as long as Vodka reveals Chartreux's identity this time, there is no fear that he will reveal more information in the future.

On the other hand, Bourbon was indeed very curious about this mysterious Chartreuse:

"Who is this Chartreuse?"

"Why does Gin pay so much attention to him?"

"I even think"

"This guy's importance in Gin's eyes far exceeds that of your little brother."

Bourbon only told the truth this time and did not use any offensive words.

But Vodka's face sank when he heard it.

It was like he was told something that made him extremely unhappy.

"Asshole. Stop talking!"

"Even if you say so, I won't tell you Chartreuse's identity!"

"Oh?" Bourbon captured something keenly.

So he said appropriately:

"Why do you have to protect this Chartreuse, Vodka?"

"Because he is important to Gin?"

"Shut up!!" Vodka cursed bitterly: "The boss of Gin doesn't like him!"

"That guy is just an unreliable traitor candidate!"

"Then you have to say more."

Bourbon smiled even more confidently:

"You must know that the organization's defeat is now certain."

"Even you think Chartreuse is unreliable."

"Then if you don't betray him now, he might see that the situation is bad and rush to betray the organization and gin before you do."

Vodka: "."

These words really spoke to his heart.

He felt that Lin Xinyi was unreliable from beginning to end.

It’s okay to forget that this kid didn’t know anything about Miyano Shiho at first.

Gin even personally forced Lin Xinyi to kill Miyano Akemi, which was equivalent to forging a big feud with Lin Xinyi.

Unlike Brother Gin who was blinded by Lin Xinyi's sweet words.

In Vodka's view, Lin Xin has no loyalty to the organization at all.

In the past, it was entirely because of the power of the organization, the threat of Gin from the outside, and the surveillance of Bellmode from the inside that Lin Xinyi had always been so honest.

Now that the organization is about to be destroyed, Gin is in trouble, let alone intimidating others.

Will Lin Xinyi still be so honest?

You must know that he has been hanging out with the FBI, CIA, and Japanese police recently. I am afraid that through his friends, he has been vaguely aware of the crisis facing the organization.

Will Belmode alone be able to suppress this boy's rebellious heart by then?

No, let alone suppression.

Based on the relationship between Belmod and Lin Xinyi, it would be nice not to join him in a counterattack.

Once these two people see that the situation is not good, they may sell their gin and the organization.

Then through this dirty deal, they obtained an amnesty order from Commander Mi Lijian, and ran back to New York to live their happy life.

By then, Bellmode can continue to be her Hollywood star.

Lin Xinyi can still follow his teacher and mingle in the upper class in a cool way.

This is the end of the traitor!

"Damn it. Absolutely not!"

The more Vodka thought about it, the more frightened he became.

He suddenly discovered:

Regardless of whether he betrays Lin Xinyi or not, Lin Xinyi will betray the organization.

Then he might as well sell Lin Xinyi now.

At least he can get a promise to save his elder brother's life.

"I see."

After some careful consideration, Vodka decided to agree to the deal:

"Bourbon, I can tell you who Chartreux is."

"who is he?"

Bourbon looked over expectantly.

Keir's ears perked up curiously.

Ireland also cares a lot.

Curacao still looked calm.

Knowing the inside story, she didn't intend to stop it.

Anyway, when Lin Xinyi was planning tonight's action, he had already arranged his escape plan in advance.

So the scene was quiet, and only Vodka slowly answered:

"This Chartreuse is actually an undercover agent placed by the organization at the top of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"His true identity is——"

"Yes?" Everyone held their breath.

"It's the forensics section manager, Lin Xinyi!"

"."

There was a terrible silence.

Then

"Pfft——"

Someone laughed uncontrollably.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Can you make it more fake?"

A police officer burst out laughing:

"you mean"

"The undercover agent sent by your organization helped our Japanese police arrest your organization's Kenzo Masayama?"

"And also ruined the entire Masan Automobile Group, nearly 20 billion yen of organizational property?"

"This." Vodka was about to explain.

"Shut up, bastard!!"

As Officer Furitani’s partner, Kazami Yuya was also present today.

Other police officers only laughed at Vodka's "lies".

Officer Feng Jian was quite indignant:

"How dare you slander Manager Lin?"

"Vodka, that day outside the Popcorn Hotel, under the helicopter rockets fired by you and Gin"

"But Manager Lin risked his life to save me!"

Kazami Yuya gritted his teeth and cursed:

"You said he was an undercover agent?"

"How can an undercover agent do this for others?"

"You know, Mr. Lin almost died that time!"

"Huh?" Vodka's face was stunned:

"Is this still happening?"

Lin Xinyi actually did such good deeds behind his and Brother Gin's back?

Damn it, he is really a bad guy who is just pretending!

"But he is really an undercover agent!!"

Vodka's face turned red and he cursed:

"I told you he was an undercover agent, why don't you believe me?"

"Haha." Miss Keel sneered: "Save the vodka."

"Creating false information to confuse the interrogator's thinking and distract the interrogator - this is an old trick used by agents."

"What, do you think our CIA doesn't teach anti-torture courses?"

"But he is really an undercover agent."

"Still quibbling!"

Shui Wu Liannai coldly laid out the facts:

"The forest management officer investigated the case of my father's death four years ago."

"If he is Chartreuse of the organization and a close confidant of Gin, then my undercover identity should have been exposed to him long ago——"

"How can I stand here alive now?"

"What?!"

Vodka's soul suffered another heavy blow:

Did Lin Xin know early on that Kier was an undercover agent?

But you kept it hidden?

asshole

This kid is really rebellious and has ulterior motives!

Brother, if you don’t listen to me, you may be in trouble!

"He's really an undercover agent!"

"If you don't believe me, go ahead"

"Okay, okay." Even Bourbon interrupted him impatiently.

Bourbon isn't as cynical as the others, either.

He just asked in a calm tone:

"Vodka, since you know the forest manager so well."

"Then let me ask you something."

"How is Mr. Lin's marksmanship?"

"Very good!" Vodka answered truthfully: "Lin Xinyi's marksmanship was taught by Brother Gin himself, and it is even more accurate than mine."

Bourbon: "."

He turned around silently and left a message to his colleagues:

"Bring the vodka back."

"A few beatings first."

"Hey, hey? What are you doing? Let go, let go!"

"What I said is true. It's true!"

"Not only is he an undercover agent, but so is his girlfriend! To tell you the truth, his girlfriend is pretended to be Belmode!"

"fart!"

"Are you still making it up here?"

The public security police officers and CIA investigators cursed impatiently:

"The teachings in the interrogation course are indeed correct. Those prisoners who surrender immediately without being tortured will never say a word that is true."

"I won't beat you a few more times to show you how powerful you are."

"Can you still tell the truth?"