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"I understand…"

After sorting out the cause and effect, Curacao quickly showed the ability of a top female agent.

Without Belmode explaining clearly, she understood the task she needs to complete on her own:

"The organization has suffered a great loss this time. Both Gin and Rum realized that there were undercover agents among the cadres involved today."

"So, next we have to hand over an 'undercover'."

"Otherwise, the undercover agent will not be eliminated, and there will still be hidden dangers—"

"Rum will never show up with confidence after that."

"That's right." Belmode nodded approvingly: "Rum wants to go undercover, so we'll give him an 'undercover'."

"And this undercover..."

"Surely not Bourbon and Keel?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have deliberately stopped me and brought that undercover list back to the organization."

Said, Curacao smiled tacitly.

When she saw the list of undercover agents earlier and learned that Bourbon, Keir, and Acquavitt were all undercover agents, she was instinctively nervous.

Well now, she has also become an undercover agent.

Looking around, the organization turned out to be full of "insiders".

"Since Mr. Lin, you don't want those real undercover agents to suffer."

"Then we can only hand over a fake undercover agent to Rum."

Speaking of this, Curacao is a little curious:

"Who is your target, Cohen or Chianti?"

"neither."

Belmode shook his head:

"It's vodka."

"Vodka?" Curacao frowned slightly.

She instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the candidate:

"Let vodka take the blame..."

"Mr. Rum might believe it."

Because to Rum, a high-ranking figure, vodka is just a chauffeur with no merit.

Apart from driving skills, his only bright spot is loyalty.

Now Vodka has even become suspicious of this loyalty.

It might as well give him up.

They were directly arrested and tortured.

If you plead guilty, you will be shot.

Even if he pleaded not guilty, he would be shot - in order to eliminate hidden dangers.

This is the consistent way the organization treats insiders.

Mr. Rum would certainly choose to do so.

"But gin is different."

Vodka is insignificant in the eyes of rum, but it is of great significance in the eyes of gin.

vodka, that...

That's his brother!

Let him kill his siblings?

It's probably not enough just to buckle the hat.

Need to add food.

"Even if I report that Vodka is an undercover agent, Gin will never believe it."

"He will definitely do everything possible to investigate the truth of this matter and verify whether what I said is true."

Curacao frowned worriedly:

"And my 'disappearance' during this time may also attract Gin's special attention."

"In case he finds out something..."

"That's probably going to be bad."

"It's okay." Belmode smiled preparedly: "Gin will do this because he still has illusions about vodka."

"Since that's the case, then we just need to add another fire to the vodka and completely dispel the illusion of gin."

"This..." Curacao faintly realized something: "You want to make a fuss about vodka?"

"But vodka should be tightly controlled by the organization now, right?"

"That's right, but..."

Belmode smiled even brighter:

"Curaçao, you know who's in charge of vodka right now..."

"Who are they all?"

....................................

Black Organization stronghold.

Conchianti was still lying on the hospital bed at this time.

Vodka is still locked in the "Little Black Room".

In order to find the important witness Curacao, Gin wandered around like a headless chicken outside.

Therefore, the current cadres in charge of the base are only...

Bourbon, Keele, Ireland.

Three guys who are also suspected of being undercover.

Yes, the three of them are also suspects in today's undercover incident, and logically speaking, they should also be under surveillance.

But now the organization's senior cadres deployed in Tokyo have injured 2 and locked up 1. Rum dared not show up, Curacao is missing, Gin is busy looking for Curacao, Lin Xinyi and Belmode still have to Executing a stealth mission...

There is really no other manpower.

It is said that because of the severe struggle situation on the Japanese side, the high-level combat power is insufficient.

Mr. Rum has urgently dispatched a group of elite soldiers from the organization branches around the world to support.

Stouts from London, Acquavitts from Toronto, Rieslings from Berlin, Calvados from New York…

All of them are the most capable, powerful, loyal, and "business backbone" with the highest KPI in the organization.

Unfortunately, time is too tight.

Even if they flew over overnight, they would have to arrive in Tokyo tomorrow.

So at this moment, this stronghold can only be left by Bourbon, Keir and Ireland.

Fortunately, there are three of them.

In Gin's view:

Even if there is an undercover agent among the three of them.

It's impossible for all three to be undercover, right?

Therefore, if the three of them stayed at the stronghold together, they could guard each other, supervise each other, and realize the self-management of the suspect.

Gin thought so.

And Bourbon, Keele, Ireland, they think so too.

So after Gin Jiu left, the three of them sat in the lounge with big eyes and small eyes, each with ghosts in their hearts, and they couldn't stand each other.

"Bourbon, Keel, why are you so nervous?"

"Why don't we have a drink together?"

Ireland is most at ease.

Anyway, he is not afraid of Curacao or the undercover list of the Japanese police.

"Oh, I'm not nervous."

Miss Keir also smiled indifferently:

"The only one who seems to be nervous is Mr. Bourbon."

She looked at Bourbon delicately:

"You've been watching the TV news for a long time."

"Why... are you looking forward to something, news that can reassure you?"

"Hmph." Bourbon snorted coldly:

Damn CIA agents...

Still thinking about watching the fire from the other side?

Didn't expect it... You are also on the undercover list!

I don't know if gin has been found in Curacao.

What happened to the previous news that Vodka was identified as an undercover agent?

Could it be that the Japanese police are using this method to help him clear his suspicions?

But putting the blame on Vodka, the most trusted loyal dog... This unwise and risky choice is not like the handiwork of their Japanese police.