Coroner Ke Xue

"Best regards, sir!"

After hearing Rum's declaration of victory, everyone was very proud and praised him promptly.

"Very good." Rum nodded appreciatively, feeling that his military spirit was at his service.

Seeing that the remaining defeated generals had rekindled their fighting spirit, he finally got to the point:

"This time I gathered everyone together for one purpose:"

"That is to assist Belmode and Chartreuse and allow them to evacuate Tokyo safely!"

"Joining Belmode and Chartreuse?"

Bourbon and others also showed their doubts at the right time, knowingly and knowingly:

"Why do they need to evacuate?"

"Mr. Rum, are Bermode and Chartreuse in a dangerous situation now?"

"You can say that."

"In fact, in the past few months, Bermode and Chartreux have been engaged in long-term undercover work at the Metropolitan Police Department."

"They had successfully gained the trust of the top brass of the Metropolitan Police Department, and they even hoped to become powerful figures in the Japanese police community in the future, but now they have rebelled because of Vodka."

Rum briefly introduced the causes and consequences of this matter.

Both Bourbon and Keir were frightened for a while:

It turns out that the place where Chartreuse was undercover was the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and he had successfully infiltrated the top police circles.

You should know that the two of them have been in close contact with the Metropolitan Police Department recently:

One had repeatedly cooperated with a police officer under the real name of Jiang Gu Ling, and the other was simply found out by the officer about the truth behind his father's sacrifice.

Fortunately, the manager they were dealing with was the trustworthy Mr. Lin Xinyi.

Not the Chartreuse lurking in the Metropolitan Police.

Otherwise, their lives would have been in danger long ago.

Bourbon and Keir both thought so.

Naturally, Rum couldn't see through their thoughts. He just continued to say in a confident tone:

"I have contacted Belmode just now."

"She and Chartreuse will immediately abandon the mission and retreat, and come to meet us near here."

"This" Gin frowned slightly: "Mr. Rum, can you still contact Belmod now?"

"Since Vodka has already rebelled, the identities of Belmode and Chartreux should have been exposed to the FBI, CIA and Japanese police."

"Now that Vodka is openly defecting, wouldn't the enemy immediately break up and take control of the two of them?"

"Why are they still able to move freely now?"

"Can you even come over and join us?"

"It's very simple." Rum analyzed predictably: "The enemy has not closed the net yet because they want to use this clue to catch another big fish."

"Because the FBI, CIA, and the Japanese Public Security Bureau also know very well that we can't just ignore Belmode."

"So the enemy deliberately didn't show up to close the net, but allowed Belmod and Chartreuse to retreat, and then followed them -"

"In this way, we can bring out the cadres of the organization who are responsible for Belmod, that is, a few of us."

The more Rum analyzed, the more confident he became, and even his bald head seemed to be a little brighter:

"This is a conspiracy."

"The enemy is trying to catch a big fish, but we have to take the bait."

"But the problem is-"

"Can a fish that bites the hook really be the fisherman's prey?"

"I don't think so!"

"If the fish struggles desperately, it can drag the fisherman into the water!"

"These guys who think they have a chance to win underestimate the power of fish!"

Rum's analysis here is logical.

It seems that the safe retreat of Bellmode and Chartreuse was really a big game played by the FBI, CIA and Japanese police.

The FBI didn't know, but Bourbon and Gere knew that the police and the CIA were not playing chess this time.

Forget about fishing with Chartreuse.

They didn't even know who Chartreux was.

"That, Mr. Rum"

Bourbon raised the question at the right time:

"Since Chartreux is coming to join us soon, we have to join forces with him to fight a tough battle with the enemy."

"Then we should know his identity now, right?"

"Who is Chartreux, and what are his marksmanship and skills?"

"As companions fighting side by side, we should at least understand these before fighting."

He asked Chartreuse's identity calmly.

Both Keir and Ireland pricked up their ears curiously.

"Well, it's time to tell you the truth."

Rum pondered for a moment and finally answered:

"Actually, you must have met Chartreuse before."

"Because that's his undercover status."

"Dingle bell bell."

He was only halfway through his words when he was suddenly interrupted by a harsh ringtone from his cell phone.

Rum's cell phone rang.

He subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the caller ID, his expression soon became serious:

"It's the boss."

The person who called Rum was none other than the leader and founder of the organization, the immortal Renya Karasuma.

"Is it the leader?"

Everyone’s expressions were a bit wonderful.

Even Rum himself was slightly surprised:

"Boss, why did you call me in person?"

Karasuma Renye did not answer directly.

He just said coldly in his machine-transformed voice:

"Rum, tell me:"

"What are you doing now? Is there anyone else around you?"

"I" Rum replied truthfully: "I am holding a war conference with Gin, Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland and Curacao."

"Speaking of this war meeting"

"Boss, a lot of things have happened in the organization in the past two days. Please allow me to report them to you one by one."

"No need to report now."

"I have also been paying attention to the situation in Tokyo in the past two days. I know everything."

Karasuma Renye interrupted him rudely and ordered coldly:

"Rum, please turn on the speaker of your phone now so that Gin and the others can hear what I say clearly."

"Yes" Rum frowned quietly.

But he still followed the boss's instructions and turned on the speaker of his mobile phone.

"Lord Chief!"

Gin, Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, and Curaçao all greeted the mysterious boss with respectful expressions, solemn expressions, or subtle eyes:

"Do you have any orders?"

Renye Karasuma on the other end of the phone hasn't answered yet.

Then Rum asked slowly and subtly:

"Boss, tell me what you have done in the past two days."

"Have you been paying attention to the situation in Tokyo?"

"That's right." Karasuma Renye seemed a little displeased with his question: "You have turned the organization's great situation into such a bad situation in just two days. How can I stop paying attention?"

"Rum, I left the organization in your hands, but it ended up like this. I'm very sad."

As he listened, Rum's smile gradually stiffened.

Then just listen to him reply with a smile:

"Sorry, Sir Chief"

"It's my subordinate who didn't do his job well and disturbed your rest and recovery."

"I wonder how you are recovering from your severe cold, sir? Your condition has not been affected by the bad news from Tokyo, right?"

"cold?"

The tone on the other end of the phone suddenly became hesitant:

"No, it's nothing. I've recovered."

"Rum, if you have time to care about my body, you might as well do the job I asked you to do well."

"." Rum was silent for a while.

Even when Renya Karasuma spoke to him on the phone, he completely ignored her.

What's happening here?

Everyone was vaguely aware that something was wrong.

Then the next second, Rum said to the phone with a solemn face and a cold tone:

"Stop acting, asshole!"

"Although I don't know how you managed to use the boss's mobile phone number to call me, I can be sure that you are definitely not the leader."

"ha?!"

Everyone was shocked.

Even Gin, who had a thousand-year-old expression on his face, couldn't help but froze:

Now even the organization boss can be fake? !

Is this organization still good?

"Don't believe this fake!"

Rum shouted with a stern expression:

"This guy's lies have been completely exposed——"

"Mr. Chief has not had any cold at all recently!"

Renye Karasuma does have some health problems recently.

But what he suffered from was not a cold but a stroke.

For an old monster whose biological age is stuck at the extreme level of 120 years old and who relies solely on the power of the elixir to survive to this day, this fatal "little problem" occurs almost every three to five years.

Due to his serious condition, Renye Karasuma has been lying in bed recently to recuperate, and is unable to manage the organization's affairs personally.

Rum is called the second-in-command of the organization, but he is actually the "CEO" who is fully responsible for managing the company's affairs.

And this extremely astonishing secret is currently only known to two of Karasuma Renye's absolute confidants, Rum and Belmode.

Most other people in the organization don't even know the boss's name.

Not to mention the boss's recent physical condition.

So Rum saw through the other party's "telephone scam" at a glance:

"You are not the boss at all."

"who are you?!"

Rum asked sharply, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Karasuma Renye" ​​on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

But when he spoke again, his tone was no longer as embarrassed as when he confronted Rum before.

"Yes, I am indeed the false leader."

"Yes, Mr. Rum——"

"Since you can tell that I'm the fake leader, it's obvious."

"You must be the real Rum."

"What?" Rum was slightly stunned.

He couldn't understand the fake's intention.

But Rum still instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Because the other party's tone was too calm.

It's like he couldn't care less about his cover being blown.

Sure enough, just listen to the fake Karasuma Renye continue to say:

“Nobody knows what rum looks like.”

"So even if you show up on your own initiative, we can't confirm that you are the Mr. Rum we are looking for."

"Perhaps the real Rum is still hiding in the dark, and what appears in front of everyone is just a Kagemusha-like stand-in?"

"If we don't figure out this problem, we won't dare to take action rashly."

"but now"

"Mr. Rum, thank you."

"You helped us eliminate this worry."

"W-what?"

Rum finally sensed the approaching crisis:

We, who are we in this "fake Karasuma"'s mouth?

"Officer Furuya."

"My lady."

"Ireland."

"Curaçao."

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly changed.

Although it is still a machine-processed sound, the timbre this time has become much younger and more beautiful.

And this voice was very familiar to several undercover agents present:

"Guys, we found the real rum."

"Everything is ready."

"Please do it now!"

Noah's Ark used the calmest tone to stir up a storm in the air.

Curacao was prepared and drew his weapon.

Bourbon, Kiel and Ireland then raised their guns at each other.

The situation took a shocking turn in an instant.

A minute ago it was a gang gathering.

A minute later it became a police crackdown on pornography:

"Hold your head! Squat down!"

Bourbon, no, Rei Fukiya loudly shouted the line he had been wanting to shout all these years:

"Gin, Rum, you're under arrest!"

"You, you guys."

Gin and Rum both looked shocked.

Even with their state of mind and their aura, they couldn't bear the desperate scene before them:

"Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, Curacao"

"You...what are you doing?!"

"Sorry, I'm a police officer."

Jiang Guling introduced himself to his family with an indifferent expression:

"Public security officer, Jiang Guling."

Shui Wulian looked at Gin coldly:

"CIA investigator, this Hall Yinghai."

"Hahahaha." Ireland just laughed happily: "Gin, when you killed my teacher with a helicopter, did you ever think that one day you would be pointed at a gun by me?!"

"Sorry, Mr. Rum."

Curaçao’s beautiful heterochromatic pupils were shining with light:

"I've been in the dark for a long time, and I want to get some sunshine."

Gin: "."

Rum: "."

how so.

How, how could all four of them be undercover? !

"It's not just the four of us."

Jiang Guling coldly extinguished their last vestiges of fantasy:

"Mr. Rum, there is no need to lie to you now:"

"Remember the undercover list you asked Curacao to steal?"

"Actually, it's not vodka on that list."

"Not vodka?"

Gin was perked up after hearing this.

But the next second, Jiang Guling's words made him unable to cheer up:

"The list actually says me, Kiel, Stout, Riesling, and Aquavit."

Gin, rum: "."

No. Impossible, absolutely impossible!

In this way, aren’t all the available talents in the organization basically undercover?

"Damn it!"

Gin can no longer hold it any longer:

Undercover, undercover, all undercover.

He had been killing undercover agents for so many years, why was he surrounded by undercover agents instead?

Faced with a joint attack by Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland and Curacao, he was ruthlessly backstabbed by four teammates.

At this moment, Gin had almost lost all hope.

How can we fight now? What should we fight for?

The four moles were caught off guard and attacked first.

No matter how good he and Rum are, they can't stand out from the encirclement with two against four!

"etc."

At the time of Gin's despair.

Suddenly there was an engine roar outside the window.

There is also a blazing light.

Like the first light of dawn, Gin saw hope in the darkness:

"Belmod?"

"Chartreuse?"

"Are they coming?!

Gin and rum both suddenly ignited their fighting spirit:

Now is not the time to give up resistance.

Keep holding on.

Friendly forces are coming!