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"Gin will not be able to return to the stronghold for a while."

"So Officer Jianggu, Miss Bentang, and Mr. Ireland, you still have a lot of time to give vodka... hold on to this undercover hat."

"This..." Toru Amuro and Rena Mizumu began to think secretly:

Organization cadres who were wary of each other became comrades in the same trench.

The remote cameras that Gin set up in the stronghold were also easily controlled by this mysterious Mr. Noah.

There seemed to be no obstacles in front of them.

"No, and..."

"still have a question."

Ireland helped them ask the question:

"Mr. Noah, gin is not so 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 doubtful.

If it's Bourbon, or Keel, or someone else on the list...

Based on the principle of "I'd rather kill a thousand people by mistake", that gin would be killed if killed.

But the person on the list happened to be Vodka, his most trusted little brother.

"He won't believe Gin easily."

"Unless he can find Curacao and verify the news with Curacao face to face."

"But…"

Ireland sighed helplessly:

"Curaçao is not one of us."

"She is."

"She won't lie for us."

"She will."

"Only the criminal evidence we arranged, I'm afraid it's not enough."

"As I said, she is also one of us."

"???"

Ireland, who was sighing, couldn't help being taken aback.

Toru Amuro's expression froze, and Rena Mizumu's expression froze.

"us…"

At this moment, they all want to ask a question:

"How many people do we have?"

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

On the other side, it was getting late.

After working like a headless chicken for most of the day, Gin finally found Curacao as he wished.

But to be precise, he did not find Curacao.

Instead, Curacao, who had been missing for most of the day, suddenly appeared by himself.

"You mean..."

Gin looked coldly at Curacao in front of him.

Observe her eyes, her expression, and the shocking large bruise on her head:

"When you were reporting the situation to Mr. Rum, you suddenly encountered a large group of Japanese police officers chasing you."

"So you were forced to hang up the phone and desperately broke through. As a result, you were accidentally seriously injured in the fight with the pursuers. You persisted until you successfully got rid of the pursuers before passing out from exhaustion."

"Finally fell down on an abandoned construction site where no one noticed, and slept until now before recovering?"

"That's why you disappeared—"

"It's that simple?"

"Yes." Curacao nodded indifferently.

As one of the best senior female agents in the organization, her acting skills are almost as good as Belmode.

Even though Qin Jiu was scrutinizing her coldly at this moment with a terrifying gaze, there was no trace of fear on her face.

Curacao just repeated his words calmly.

As if, that was the undeniable 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 ghost?"

"Yes."

"He sold information to the Japanese police for money?"

"Yes."

"..."

There was a terrible silence.

"impossible!"

Gin had a rare gaffe.

His face, which has always only shown coldness, unexpectedly reveals a faint anger at this time:

"I do not believe--"

"Vodka, how could he betray me and the organization for mere money?!"

"I do not know then."

Curacao assumed an attitude that had nothing to do with him:

"I'm just stating the intelligence I've seen."

"But Gin, I still want to advise you:"

"Don't trust your driver too much."

"According to the file records in the National Police Agency's database, Mr. Vodka, who is deeply trusted by you, is now the key development target of their Japanese police."

"Vodka has been using classified intelligence on the organization to bargain with them in exchange for financial compensation and special pardons for herself."

"As long as the organization is down, he can take a lot of money and be a free law-abiding citizen."

"correct…"

Curacao smiled slightly:

"I also wrote down all the secret bank accounts that the Japanese police opened for vodka recorded in that file."

"If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself."

Of course she is not afraid of Gin to check.

Because Noah's Ark has already passed through Bourbon and has reached a cooperation with the Japanese police.

It's just a fake bank account.This is simply a piece of cake for the Japanese police, who hold public power.

Not to mention…

This bank was also opened by Suzuki Sonoko's family.

"No, it's impossible..."

Gin still doesn't believe it.

How could he not know that those evidences could be forged.

Even though vodka had the best conditions for committing the crime, and even though Curacao confirmed her news in person, he still instinctively refused to believe that his loyal little brother would betray him:

"Vodka can't be the insider..."

"There is a problem with your information!"

Gin murderous boiling, almost suffocating.

Curacao raised his eyebrows and confronted him:

"Gin, what do you mean?"

"You mean to say that the information I brought back was forged?"

"Can the Japanese public security know the secret latent operation that only Mr. Langmu and I know, and bury such a fake file in the database in advance?"

"Or…"

"Are you suspecting that I'm an undercover agent?"

"Suspect that I'm deliberately framing your driver?!"

"..." Qin Jiu remained silent without asking or answering.

But the barely concealed hostility in his eyes has already revealed his extreme distrust of Curacao.

After all, Curacao inexplicably disappeared all afternoon today.