She should be the most qualified to identify members of the Miyano family.

But like Bourbon, she didn't mention it once she returned.

What are they trying to do?

Should we use this leverage to deliver a heavy blow at a crucial moment?

Gin arrived at this conclusion effortlessly.

After all, even if Bourbon is suspicious, Vermouth couldn't possibly be the mole.

It's even less likely that they would protect a daughter of the Miyano family.

They're just stirring up trouble and watching the spectacle.

Gin lit a cigarette with a cold smile, held it between his teeth, and spoke softly.

"I want to ask you, Bourbon, who killed Sherry?"

Bourbon's righteous and stern expression immediately crumbled.

"You...but..."

"If I can kill Sherry with my own hands, why would I spare her sister?"

“Your job is intelligence gathering, Bourbon. Be logical.”

"I despise such a low-level method of accusing someone of wrongdoing."

Gin spoke three sentences in one breath, which was quite rare for him.

Moreover, the firepower was so intense that it was as if he were directly wielding his beloved gun and indiscriminately firing at the Polish soldiers.

Not only bourbon, but also vermouth and Ireland looked grim.

"In short, you just won't admit you're wrong..." Ireland struggled to say another sentence, but was immediately interrupted by the boss.

“Gin certainly made a mistake, but it was just negligence, not betrayal.”

The black-clad figure spoke with unwavering certainty.

“I understand that you don’t like Gin’s style of doing things, and I will supervise him to improve.”

“This is not a reason for you all to become disloyal and act independently.”

This is essentially giving Gin a full guarantee, while also accusing others of internal strife.

The crowd had no choice but to comply, exchanging glances with their heads down.

"As for you, Gin..."

"Yes, sir." Gin, whose name had been called, spoke with a submissive tone, devoid of any arrogance towards others. "I will improve."

Just that one sentence.

Are we just wiping the slate clean for all those betel seeds we had before?

A sense of resentment welled up from the hearts of the complainants, and they could not suppress it.

The boss seemed quite satisfied, but continued, "You'll have to personally address those unstable factors."

"Shinichi Kudo and Akemi Miyano?" Gin replied quickly, "I won't let them live to see tomorrow's sun!"

“You seem to have forgotten,” Bourbon fired first, as if to provoke a counterattack, “Shinichi Kudo is now a rising star in the Metropolitan Police Department.”

“Akami Miyano and that detective Toyama were inseparable, and they also had a very close relationship with the police.”

"The Metropolitan Police Department has only just removed a few of the 'spies' we planted, right? It's not entirely certain yet whether the leak was due to that list or whether they learned about those individuals and organizations from other sources."

"Do you want to provoke the police again at this time and completely draw their attention to the organization?"

“This isn’t the first time you’ve said something like that,” Gin retorted. “So how afraid are you of the police?”

Bourbon refused to budge an inch this time.

"You're not afraid, we all believe you're not afraid. Give you an Apache helicopter, and you'd dare to fly it and straf the Tokyo Tower!"

"Enough, you two!" The black-clad figure had to step in personally to maintain order.

Moreover, because his previous favoritism towards Gin was too obvious, he slightly changed his tune.

“Bourbon has a point. We’ve already lost most of the power we’ve built up, and at this point, we can’t afford to attract any more attention.”

"As for those who deserve to die, including that Yuanshan..."

"Aren't they detectives? If something happens to them while they're investigating a case, wouldn't it be a fitting end?"