And they wanted Gin to cut off his long, beautiful hair and dye it...

Just imagining it makes Vodka feel a chill run down his spine.

Ireland was sent to carry out this mission.

The thought of him playing a police officer investigating a murder case and having to diligently help the police solve it made Vodka burst into laughter.

“Why not just have him stay undercover in the Metropolitan Police Department and replace the real superintendent?” he maliciously suggested to Gin.

No one else would dare to say such fanciful things to Gin.

But Vodka said that Gin didn't swear at him.

“There’s no need,” he replied coldly through gritted teeth.

“We do have people we can contact within the Metropolitan Police Department.”

"The level of management officer is simply not enough."

Gin said this a few days ago.

Now Vodka knows what it means.

He had just seen the news on his phone that Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Vice Commissioner Toshio Morohoshi was under investigation by the Public Security Bureau.

This must be... one of our people?

Vodka's first reaction was to take his phone and ask Gin for clarification.

Gin did not hide anything.

“That old guy has been in contact with us. And,” he swiped twice on his phone, then stopped and showed the screen to Vodka, “he’s on this list too.”

It's the list brought back from Ireland. Now, the memory card is on Gin's phone. When he received news that someone was under investigation, he highlighted the names in red.

At a glance, Vodka had already turned several people red.

They were all police officers.

"What's going on? How did the police know these people were on our side?"

Vodka usually only asks questions and never uses his brain.

Unfortunately, Gin didn't correct him on this point; in fact, he was quite indulgent towards it.

"It's hard to say..." Gin said, his cigarette burning brighter than usual.

"The manager who was impersonated by the Irishman has also resigned and must have been disciplined."

"Maybe the police followed his lead..."

"Perhaps it's related to Pisco's previous arrest..."

"Perhaps this list has already been leaked..."

Gin muttered a few possibilities without giving a definite answer, but then called Ireland and asked him to come to the outpost.

Vodka suddenly remembered that Ireland had entered the organization through Pisco's connections.

I heard that their relationship is quite extraordinary.

"Brother, could Ireland have already betrayed us?" Vodka blurted out his first thought.

Gin remained noncommittal, and after a long pause, he let out a chilling sneer.

"That's perfect..."

He reached to his waist and touched his beloved gun, which he never parted with.

However, Ireland did not come alone.

Besides absinthe, he was also accompanied by bourbon.

As soon as Vodka saw Bourbon, that troublemaker, he raised his eyebrows, stepped forward, glared at him, and said, "What are you doing here again?"

Bourbon made an exaggerated expression and spread his hands.

"What's going on? Has the factional infighting within our organization become this blatant?"

He stepped past the vodka and looked at the gin defiantly.

"Just because I got into the organization through Rum, and you and Rum don't get along, does that mean I have to become your cannon fodder?"

"Gin, are you aware of how domineering you are?"

This was probably the first time that an undercover police officer had openly torn off his last fig leaf in front of several elite members of the winery.

This brought the long-standing infighting within the distillery to the forefront.

...

"The boss of the distillery has always been a mysterious figure. Almost no one has seen his face, and no one knows where he is."

Kazami relayed a message from an undercover agent.

“However, Gin should know, right?” Yoruichi Toyama asked.

That guy must have a pretty high position in the distillery.

Otherwise, no one would tolerate a reckless person who can kill without thinking about the consequences.

Kazami did not question Yoruichi Toyama's speculation, and while nodding, he mentioned another person.

"And absinthe, that lady you've been getting quite close to lately."

"Judging from the fact that she tested the drug for the boss, her relationship with the boss is extraordinary."

Kazami briefly mentioned the "medicine," essentially sharing information with the two police officers in front of him.

After all, pharmaceutical experts are in the hands of the police.

In this matter, the Japanese Public Security Bureau has a clear advantage over intelligence agencies from other countries.

It will definitely be like nuclear weapons; it won't be used until the very last moment.

Matsumoto and Akechi failed to notice Kazami's significant lead, but both expressed disdain for the "elixir of immortality."

“Ridiculous!” Matsumoto exclaimed.

“Boring,” said Mingzhi.

As a result, the sense of awe for the founder of such a large criminal organization has diminished considerably.

"So, he found a hole to hide in and went off to dream of immortality?" Mingzhi said sarcastically.

Kazami did not object.

"There's also the possibility that he's already taken medication, which is why he has to hide..."

This speculation left everyone wide-eyed.

"Then he'll be like Kudo-kun was before, and..."

Mingzhi's impression of drug A came entirely from the few people he had personally met.

Especially Gao Yuan, whom he watched shrink before his very eyes.

But to say that such a medicine can grant immortality is obviously absurd.

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