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"And the opponent's master is nothing more than Akai Shuichi."

The more the situation is analyzed, the clearer it becomes.

Mr. Rum's tone was even higher:

"Eight to one, the advantage is mine!"

Chapter 670 Fake Karasuma True Rum

"Congratulations, sir!"

After listening to Rum's declaration of victory, everyone gave their praises in a timely manner.

"Very good." Rum nodded appreciatively, only feeling that the military spirit is useful.

Seeing that these remnant soldiers and defeated generals had rekindled their fighting spirit, he finally got to the point:

"This time I called everyone together, in fact, there is only one purpose:"

"That is to take Belmode and Chartrell and let them evacuate Tokyo safely!"

"Support Belmode and Chartrell?"

Bourbon and others showed their doubts in a timely manner knowingly and knowingly:

"Why did they need to evacuate?"

"Mr. Rum, are Belmode and Chartrell in a dangerous situation now?"

"you can say it this way."

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

"They have already successfully gained the trust of the high-level Metropolitan Police Department, and they may even hope to become powerful figures in the Japanese police circle in the future, but now because of Vodka's betrayal..."

Rum briefly introduced the cause and effect of this matter.

Both Bourbon and Keir were afraid after hearing it for a while:

It turned out that Chartler was undercover at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and he had successfully penetrated into the top police circles.

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

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

Fortunately, the manager who dealt with them was the trustworthy Mr. Lin Xinyi.

Not that Chartler lurking in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Otherwise, they might have lost their lives a long time ago.

Both Bourbon and Keel thought so.

Naturally, Rum couldn't see through their thoughts, he just continued to say in the tone of winning:

"I have already contacted Belmode just now."

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

"This..." Gin frowned slightly on the side: "Mr. Rum, can you still contact Belmode?"

"Since Vodka has already betrayed, the identities of Belmode and Chartres should have been exposed in front of the FBI, CIA and Japanese police."

"Now that Vodka is blatantly defecting, didn't the enemy tear up his face in the first place and take control of the two of them?"

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

"Could you even come over and rendezvous?"

"It's very simple." Rum analyzed in anticipation: "The enemy hasn't closed the net until now, because they still want to use this clue to catch another big fish."

"Because the FBI, CIA and Japanese public security are also very clear in their hearts, it is impossible for us to ignore Belmode."

"That's why the enemy deliberately didn't show up to collect the net, but allowed Belmode and Chartler to retreat, and then followed them to track them—"

"In this way, the organization cadres who support Belmode, that is, the few of us, can be drawn out of the water."

The more Rum analyzed, the more confident he became, and even his bald head seemed to shine a bit:

"This is a conspiracy."

"The enemy is setting a long line to catch big fish, but we must take this bait."

"But the problem is—"

"Is it true that a fish that bites the hook can only be the fisherman's prey?"

"I don't think so!"

"If a fish struggles desperately, it can turn around and drag the fisherman into the water!"

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

Rum's analysis here is methodical.

It seems that the safe retreat of Belmode and Chartres is really a big chess game jointly played by the FBI, CIA and Japanese public security.

The FBI didn't know about it, but Bourbon and Kiel knew that anyway, their police and the CIA were not playing chess this time.

Forget fishing with Chartreuse.

They didn't even know who Chartres was.

"Well, Mr. Rum..."

Bourbon duly asks:

"Since Chartler is coming to join us soon, we have to join forces with him to fight the enemy."

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

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

"As companions fighting side by side, we should at least know about these things before fighting."

He calmly asked Chartler's identity.

Both Kiel and Ireland pricked up their ears curiously.

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

Rum pondered for a moment, and finally replied:

"Actually, you must have seen Chartler before."

"Because his undercover identity is..."

"jingling jingling..."

He was only halfway through his speech when he was suddenly interrupted by a harsh ringtone.

Rum's cell phone rang.

He subconsciously looked down at the caller ID, and his expression soon became serious:

"It's the boss."

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

"Is it the leader?"

Everyone's expressions are a little wonderful.

Even Rum himself was slightly surprised:

"Boss, why did you call yourself?"

Renye Karasuma did not answer directly.

He just said coldly with that machine-transformed voice:

"Rum, tell me:"

"What are you doing now, is there anyone else around?"

"I..." Rum answered truthfully, "I'm having a war council with Gin, Bourbon, Keele, Ireland, and Curacao."

"Speaking of this battle meeting..."

"Boss, many things have happened in the organization these two days, please allow me to report to you one by one..."

"No need to report yet."

"I've been following the situation in Tokyo for the past two days, and I know everything."

Renye Karasuma interrupted him roughly, and ordered coldly:

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

"Yes..." Rum frowned quietly.

But he still turned on the phone speaker according to the boss's order.

"Master Chief!"

Gin, bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, and Curacao, either with respectful expressions, dignified expressions, or subtle expressions of greetings to the mysterious boss:

"Do you... have any orders?"

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

He only heard Rum's subtle expression and asked in a slow voice:

"Boss, you said that you have been..."

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

"That's right." Renye Karasuma seemed a little displeased with his question: "You have tossed the good situation of the organization like this in just two days, can I stop paying attention?"

"Lum, I handed over the organization to you, but it turned out like this, I am heartbroken..."

Listening, Rum's smile gradually froze.

Then I just listened to him reply with a smile on the surface: