Coroner Coroner

"Sorry, sir..."

"It's because the subordinates didn't do their job well, which disturbed your rest and recuperation."

"I don't know how your recovery from a bad cold is going, my lord. Is your condition not affected by the bad news from Tokyo?"

"cold?"

The tone on the other side of the phone suddenly hesitated:

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

"Lum, if you have time to care about my body, why not do the work I entrusted to you..."

"..." Rum was silent for a while.

Even when Renye Karasuma spoke to him on the phone, he completely ignored it.

What's happening here?

Everyone faintly sensed something was wrong.

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

"Stop acting, bastard!"

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

"what?!"

Everyone was shocked.

Even Gin, who had a thousand-year-old face paralyzed, couldn't help but stagnate:

Now even the boss of the organization can be a fake? !

Is this organization still good?

"Don't trust this fake!"

Rum said with a stern face:

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

"First of all, Mr. Mister hasn't had any colds at all recently!"

Renye Karasuma does have some health problems recently.

But instead of a cold, he had a stroke.

For an old monster whose biological age is at the limit of 120 years old and who has survived until now thanks to the power of the elixir, this fatal "little problem" will come back almost every now and then.

Because of her serious condition, Renye Karasuma has been recuperating on a hospital bed recently, unable to personally manage organizational affairs at all.

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

And this amazing secret is currently only known to Karasuma Renye's absolute cronies, Rum and Belmode.

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

Not to mention the recent physical condition of the boss.

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

"You are not a boss at all."

"who are you?!"

Rum asked sharply, with murderous look in his eyes.

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

But when he spoke again, his tone was no longer as embarrassing 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 taken aback.

He couldn't understand the intention of this fake.

But Rum still instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Because the other party's tone was too calm.

Like he doesn't care if his disguise is revealed.

Sure enough, the fake Karasuma Renye continued to say:

"Nobody knows what Rum looks like."

"So even if you take the initiative to show up, we cannot confirm that you are the Mr. Rum we are looking for."

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

"If we don't figure out this problem, we don't dare to act rashly."

"but now…"

"Mr. Rum, thank you."

"You helped us eliminate this hidden worry."

"What, what?"

Rum finally sensed the imminent crisis:

We, who are we in the mouth of this "fake Karasuma"?

"Officer Jianggu."

"Miss Bentang."

"Ireland."

"Curaçao."

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

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

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

"Guys, we've found the real rum."

"Everything is ready."

"Please do it now!"

Noah's Ark used the calmest tone to set off a turbulent sea in the air.

Curacao had prepared his weapon.

Bourbon, Keir and Ireland also raised their guns at each other.

The situation turned around in an instant.

1 minutes ago it was a triad party.

After 1 minutes, it became the police anti-pornography:

"Hold your head! Squat down!"

Bourbon, no, Furutani Rei yelled out the lines he had been wanting to yell all these years:

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

"You, you..."

Both gin and rum showed astonishment.

Even with their state of mind and their aura, they couldn't bear the hopeless scene in front of them:

"Bourbon, Keele, Ireland, Curacao..."

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

"Sorry, I'm a policeman."

Jiang Gu Ling reported his family name indifferently:

"Public security officer, Jiang Guling."

Rena Mizumu also looked at Gin coldly:

"CIA investigator, Hondo Ekai."

"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 by me with a gun?!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rum."

Curacao's beautiful heterochromatic pupils shone with light:

"After staying in the dark for a long time, I also want to bask in the sun."

Gin: "..."

Rum: "..."

how so.

Four people, how, how could they all be undercover agents? !

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

Jiang Gu Ling coldly snuffed out their last illusion:

"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 that's on that list."

"Not vodka?"