Chapter 96 Chapter 96 Officer Matsuda passed every course that year...

After being pulled by Matsuda Jinpei, the shocked Sato Miwako seemed to realize that there was another person in the passenger seat of the car.

I lowered my body to take a look, and wow, isn't this——

"Olga Chris?"

Sato Miwako naturally still had a memory of someone she had just met two hours ago. Furthermore, the child had been taken away in such a brazen manner by the police.

The fact that this child appeared here at this time meant that the police hadn't punished her at all. They'd probably just taken her out of the Metropolitan Police Department and released her... Sato Miwako thought to herself, "Inspector Megure's guess was right. This Olga must be the child of some powerful family."

Otherwise, why would we have the trouble of the police who look down on others to rescue people themselves?

etc.

public security?

Sato Miwako suddenly looked at Matsuda Jinpei's face again, and suddenly had a bold guess in her mind.

It was at this moment that Olga, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly spoke up in an ambiguous tone, "The Public Security's mission is very dangerous. Once exposed, a faked death would immediately become a real death, right, Officer Sato?"

Sato Miwako was stunned for a moment, then heard the voice continue, "Of course, intentionally revealing the identity of a public security officer is also a serious crime. So—"

Miwako Sato raised her head. Through the obstruction of the car roof, she could only see a pale and small chin, a pair of light pink lips, and a slender index finger raised in front of the lips.

"So, keep it a secret, Officer Sato."

Miwako Sato was stunned. She saw that behind the beautiful finger, the corners of her delicate lips slowly curled up, and finally she forced out a smile, and it was hard to tell whether it was malicious or not.

Then, before Sato Miwako could react, the owner of those lips directly ordered Matsuda Jinpei: "Close the window, let's go."

She's even more domineering than those high-ranking police officers. Even at such a young age, she's adept at using coercion and bribery. Who is she?

While she was thinking, the flamboyant sports car had already driven away. Miwako Sato gave a short laugh amidst the exhaust, then suddenly clenched her fists.

That guy Matsuda turned out to be a public security officer... How abominable. He faked his death to carry out a mission and didn't even tell her! He made her sad for a long time... However,

It's great that you're still alive, Matsuda.

However, as for the public security mission, can’t it be said that it is also reasonable?

But when that guy comes back after completing his mission, she will definitely teach him a lesson!

*

Takagi Wataru, who was sitting in the passenger seat, waited for Miwako Sato to return, but he couldn't see anything when he leaned out the window, so he finally had to get out of the red Mazda. But he saw Miwako Sato standing there alone, seemingly in a daze.

Just now, Sato Miwako said that she seemed to see someone she knew and wanted to go and confirm it, so Takagi Shigeru was very sensible and waited for her obediently in the passenger seat.

"Huh? Where's that car? Has it left? Officer Sato, is this someone you know?"

Then, Takagi Wataru realized something and almost jumped up:

"No! Wait! They rear-ended us! We haven't done the accident assessment yet, and we haven't gotten the contact information for the other party's insurance company yet!"

"Officer Sato, hurry up, we have to catch up with that car." As he said this, Takagi Wataru was about to rush back to the car, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered, "Ah! There's someone you know in that car. There's no need to rush to chase them. Officer Sato can just call them and discuss compensation!"

But Sato Miwako seemed to finally come to her senses: "No, I don't know the people in that car."

"ah?"

Apparently, Takagi was still struggling with insurance and car repairs. The car that rear-ended them was a Maserati, so that car wasn't seriously damaged, probably just a minor scratch. But their car was in serious trouble, with a large dent in the rear!

But Sato Miwako smiled at him and said, "Forget it. This accident was indeed caused by my sudden braking. I will handle it myself."

After saying that, he walked towards the driver's seat of the car in front. Takagi Wataru was left standing there stupidly, and it took him a long time to react:

"……ah?"

And... I don't know if it's his illusion, but Officer Sato seems to be in a particularly good mood right now?

*

It took Jinpei Matsuda a while to realize that Olga had just hinted to Miwako Sato that he was a public security officer.

It is a good way to get out quickly.

This guy really lies without blinking...

Matsuda Jinpei thought he was stealthily glancing at Olga, but she caught him red-handed: "Focus on driving, and be careful not to rear-end another car."

Matsuda Jinpei was furious, yet he couldn't argue. Furthermore, he still couldn't understand Olga's logic. Just saying "Public Security" so calmly, was she supposed to be coexisting harmoniously with them? She wasn't afraid, and she didn't seem to have any intention of harming them.

All because of her dear Lingling?

But if she just turned a blind eye to the police, the organization would eventually be destroyed, and she would be arrested, right? If that was the case, why didn't she cooperate with the police from the beginning? Why did she insist that as long as the organization existed, she would always be its Arthas?

I don't understand, I don't understand at all. Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but sigh, thinking that only a god like Furuya Rei could deal with Olga.

While he was thinking, Olga's voice came from the co-pilot: "We're here."

The car stopped outside a manor. Looking through the closed gate, only some buildings could be seen in the distance.

It’s really luxurious.

Matsuda Jinpei pulled the parking brake and was about to push the door to get out when he heard Olga say to him, "Wait for me here, don't run around."

Although Jinpei Matsuda was given a code name, he was not yet a core member and naturally had no qualifications to meet Rum.

"Okay." Matsuda Jinpei closed the driver's door again and said casually, "Come back early. It's boring waiting here alone."

He was answered by the sound of Olga slamming the car door.

"But then again, it doesn't really matter whether we meet Rum or not," Matsuda Jinpei muttered to himself in the car. "I already know the location of Rum's lair anyway. If we really want to harm him, why not just call the police and surround his estate?"

*

Olga met Rum.

The old man who had lost his left eye sat on the sofa, looking unhappy. Olga had made him wait too long, which was an unforgivable sin for Rum, who believed in "TIME IS MONEY".

But Rum was quite abnormal today. He didn't lose his temper right away, nor did he have Olga dragged to the timeout room.

He dismissed all the subordinates in the room and did not let Olga sit down. Instead, he asked directly:

"Arthas, when was the last time you saw that gentleman?"

Olga's eyes glared, and she thought, as expected. She had reviewed everything that had happened this year early in the morning, and the only thing important enough for Rum to question her in person was about the other old man.

Olga seemed to be thinking. Rum's only remaining venomous eye never missed her, as if he would kill her immediately if she dared to tell a lie.

But Olga was the type to lie without blinking. Even Rum, before he lost his left eye, couldn't have judged the truth of her words based solely on her facial expressions.

"Hmm—the last time." Olga tilted her head slightly, her eyes shifting to the upper left. "It seemed like half a year ago."

That was the truth, Rum judged. This time was also around the same time he last saw the boss.

"What has that gentleman been doing lately? I haven't seen him for a long time."

Perhaps because he felt that Olga could not possibly pose a threat, Rum did not even bother to make up an excuse, and every question he asked was very straightforward and to the point.

This time, Olga answered quickly: "I don't know either. It's not my turn to ask about the boss's affairs."

It's the truth. Rum made another judgment.

"It would be faster to ask Vermouth about the BOSS matter." Olga spread her hands.

Rum scoffed inwardly. He knew it would be quicker to ask Vermouth, but that woman wouldn't easily tell the truth. And with her acting skills, after losing an eye, it was hard for him to tell which of her words were true.

In this case, Olga, who in Rum's impression is not as good as Vermouth in acting skills, but also has a special relationship with the BOSS, is naturally a better target to control.

"Is that gentleman's absence related to Shirley's recent research?"

Olga was still the same: "Huh? Does it matter?"

Rum was getting a little irritated. Olga's clueless attitude made him irritated. He paced a few times with his hands behind his back. "Haven't you been getting close to Shirley lately? Haven't you heard anything?"

Olga thought for a moment and said, "Ah, I heard that Shirley's latest drug was mistaken for poison by Gin and used to kill people everywhere. Speaking of which, this poison is really effective. In the end, the police could only find that the deceased had a sudden heart attack--"

"Enough!" Rum stopped and slapped the armrest of the sofa heavily.

He stared at Olga's every movement and every expression for a long time, and then he said slowly in a cold and rough voice: "Don't tell anyone what I ask you today, understand?"

"Yes." Olga lowered her head and answered honestly.

Rum seemed slightly satisfied. After a moment's thought, he said to Olga, "These are troubled times. Behave yourself and avoid causing trouble. Otherwise, neither that gentleman nor I will let you off."

"yes."

Rum nodded with satisfaction, turned around and sat back on the sofa with one hand behind his back, and picked up a document he was reading before: "You can go."

But Olga suddenly said: "By the way, about Gin——"

"What's wrong with him?" Rum's tone sounded a little impatient.

Olga silently observed the changes in Rum's expression and curled her lips silently: "No, nothing, I just suddenly remembered that he is responsible for monitoring Shirley, so he should know more."

But Rum snorted and waved his hand at Olga: "If you have nothing else to do, leave now. Don't waste my time."

"yes."

The moment Olga turned around, the corners of her mouth curled up. Because she had been trying so hard to suppress her expression, the smile seemed a little distorted.

She rubbed her face and told herself to stay calm. Right now, she was just trying to figure out Rum's attitude towards Gin.

but--

Interesting, very interesting.

Is there infighting going on within the organization? Is Rum trying to usurp power? Ha! One thing is clear—

Gin doesn't like rum, and rum doesn't like gin.

*

Matsuda Jinpei's wait wasn't as long as he'd expected. He'd just happily watched a few episodes of the Dragon King's return and the slapstick comedy on his phone when Olga returned.

Judging from her expression when she opened the car door, she seemed to be in a good mood?

Of course, Matsuda Jinpei is not an expert in Olga research, it’s just that Olga didn’t even act anymore and just put that creepy smile on her face.

Matsuda Jinpei shuddered quietly. "Where are we going next? Where are you staying?"

Olga gave the name of a high-end hotel.

Jinpei Matsuda exclaimed, "Wow!" but didn't ask any more questions and drove straight towards the hotel.

Halfway through, he suddenly heard Olga ask him, "Officer Matsuda, I'm curious, did you pass every course when you were in the police academy?"

"ah?"

Olga propped her head up with one hand and glanced at him sideways: "Arrest, prosecution, sentencing, every step requires sufficient evidence to support it."

"Of course I know that!" Matsuda Jinpei wanted to say he wasn't a fool, but saying it out loud seemed like it would make him look like one, so he could only say, "Back in the police academy, I passed every class! I was always number one in the school in the explosive ordnance disposal course!"

But Olga gave a short laugh: "Oh? Is that so?"

Jinpei Matsuda puffed out his chest, raised his chin slightly, and looked quite proud.

"So, do you have any evidence against Rum?"

Olga's light words sent a chill down Matsuda Jinpei's spine. No way...

Olga's next words directly confirmed Matsuda Jinpei's guess:

"In that case, next time, don't say you know where Rum is and can just call the police to arrest him. I don't care if Rum kills you, but if it involves Zero Zero—"

Olga didn't say anything directly, just chuckled. Matsuda Jinpei's heart sank. When did this guy install a bug in his car?! He clearly inspected his car regularly!

After a while, Matsuda Jinpei slowly exhaled: "Alright, I get it. I promise, I will never endanger your dear Lingling. If that happens, I will die first to apologize."

Olga hummed, not knowing what it meant.

After another period of silence, Matsuda Jinpei asked tentatively, "Well, can you remove the bug from my car?"

Olga glanced over. Matsuda Jinpei, however, stared resolutely ahead, looking as if he were driving seriously. He said righteously, "It's enough for you to care about your dear Lingling. There's no need to pay so much attention to me, Miss?"

Jinpei Matsuda saw in the rearview mirror that Olga turned her gaze back and then began to close her eyes to rest, with no intention of paying any attention to him at all.

Never mind. Matsuda Jinpei sighed silently. He hadn't held out much hope when he asked anyway.

*

The hotel Olga mentioned was in the heart of Tokyo. It wasn't rush hour, so we arrived quickly.

Jinpei Matsuda planned to go back and check the car as soon as Olga left, carefully checking every inch of it, because he had to find the damn bug.

The thought of being under Olga's constant surveillance...he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end and his whole body itchy.

Unexpectedly, Olga said, "Get out of the car."

"Huh?" Jinpei Matsuda was confused.

Olga had already gotten out of the car and ignored him. Although Jinpei Matsuda wanted to just drive away, he hesitated for a moment before getting out of the car.

He wasn't an expert on Olga, but he knew she had a terrible temper. Even though she looked cheerful just now, there was no guarantee she wouldn't lose her temper the next second.

And so, Jinpei Matsuda followed Olga into the elevator.

Watching the elevator floor numbers climb higher and higher, Matsuda Jinpei finally couldn't help but ask, "Are we going to—?"

With a ding, the elevator door opened, and they arrived at the top floor of the hotel.

Matsuda Jinpei followed Olga all the way, pretending he didn't exist. Then, Olga stopped outside a suite and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for about two minutes, the door was slowly opened from the inside.

"Ah, Arthas, what are you doing here?"

It was a female voice that was slightly hoarse, but not unpleasant.

Matsuda Jinpei looked towards the source of the sound. A second later, he turned his head away.

It was a woman, very beautiful, about 30 years old. Her long, slightly curly blond hair was loose, and the front of her bathrobe was loosely opened. She looked quite attractive...

No, no, no! Jinpei Matsuda slapped himself mentally. What was he thinking? That woman had just called Olga "Alsace," so she was obviously a member of the organization!

but……

Does this person look familiar?

While Matsuda Jinpei was thinking, Olga finally spoke: "This is Vermouth."

Jinpei Matsuda realized that Olga was talking to him.

"Oh...oh!" Matsuda Jinpei came back to his senses and quietly looked at Vermouth again. He had always heard of the name of the Thousand-Faced Witch, but in the years since Olga brought him into the organization, he had never seen the legendary Thousand-Faced Witch.

Then why does it look familiar?

Then, Olga said with a hint of laughter and a hint of malice, "She's also a famous Hollywood actress, Sharon Wynyard. Oh, Chris Wynyard is also her."

"Arthas." Vermouth had already begun to frown, and lowered her voice to stop Olga from continuing.

Of course, Vermouth knew who the man following Olga was - Jinpei Matsuda, the policeman who had been kidnapped by Olga crying and making a fuss, but later, probably because she felt bored, she threw him to Bourbon again.

But...tsk, thinking about Bourbon's jealous face at that time, it's really a miracle that Matsuda Jinpei is still alive and well.

What Vermouth didn't understand was why Olga brought this Matsuda Jinpei here as if she had a sudden illness and started revealing her information to this former police officer.

He's just a policeman, you can play around with him, but don't take it seriously.

But Olga's "sudden illness" didn't seem to be stopped by Vermouth's warning. She tilted her head slightly and said to Matsuda Jinpei in an ambiguous tone:

"If knowing the location was all that was needed to arrest someone, our big star would have been imprisoned in Guantanamo Bay for the rest of his life, right?"

Indeed, compared to Rum, who is elusive and dares not even show his face, Vermouth, a female star, is obviously easier to catch. But if arresting people does not require evidence, there is no need for intelligence agencies of various countries to send so many undercover agents to infiltrate the organization. However,

Still lecturing him about what he just said? Matsuda Jinpei opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Vermouth sternly said, "Enough, Arthas!" Then she grabbed Olga's arm and dragged her into the room.

Before the door, which looked very expensive, closed, he heard Olga's voice: "Wait for me at the door. Don't run away."

Well, now he's the doorman again.

Jinpei Matsuda didn't want to be a doorman, but he still squatted at the door, opened his phone, and clicked on the short drama he was watching before.

Tsk, what's the point of a real-life battle of wits and courage? Brainless skits are still the best!

*

The moment the door closed, Vermouth was about to ask Olga what was wrong with her this time.

Unexpectedly, Olga was the first to complain: "What's wrong? You don't look very happy."

Vermouth thought to herself, "I'm in a bad mood, don't you know why?" Of course, besides Olga's outburst just now, there are indeed other reasons.

"That loser Tequila blew himself to death." Vermouth crossed her arms with one hand and flicked her hair with the other in annoyance.

Tequila?

The person who has been responsible for helping the boss find a list of software engineers?

Olga thought for a moment, then suddenly said to Vermouth, "I just came back from Rum."

"Rum?" Vermouth's brows, which had not yet relaxed, furrowed again. "What does he want from you?"

Rum was impatient, so rather than giving instructions in person, he preferred to use a voice changer and make a direct phone call, which was more efficient. Vermouth knew this.

Olga laughed, then leisurely took a can of Coke from the refrigerator, sat on the sofa, opened the can with a "click", and then slowly dropped a bomb:

"He asked me—"

Vermouth had a bad feeling.

"Have you seen the boss recently?"

The premonition came true.

Vermouth immediately snatched the Coke Olga was about to drink and asked, "How did you answer?"

Olga shrugged: "To be honest, I haven't seen it."

While Vermouth was frowning and thinking, Olga took the can of Coke from her hand again, took a leisurely sip of the iced Coke, and after admiring Vermouth's pensive look for a while, she continued:

"But I think he guessed it."

In an instant, Vermouth's expression became even uglier.

No, that's not right!

Vermouth quickly reacted: "What are you talking about? What does the boss need him to guess?"

Olga leaned back on the sofa, took another sip of Coke, and said nonchalantly, "Ah, maybe it has something to do with that medicine?"

Olga smiled as Vermouth's expression changed rapidly. "Is it inconvenient for the boss to show up right now?"

"Dead?"

"There has been an accident?"

"Stop growing?"

"Rejuvenation?"

Olga put the Coke on the coffee table.

"Reverse growth?"

Olga stood up. "Ah. So that's it."

Vermouth's face was frighteningly cold. She had taught Arthas this skill, but now Arthas could see through all her disguises. All her secrets were exposed before Olga.

"Let's continue the guessing game." Olga slowly approached Vermouth, her terrifying green eyes fixed on her like prey. "Middle-aged? Young? Teenager? Child?"

She propped her chin up with one hand, looking distressed: "Um—neither."

Vermouth was so angry that she laughed: "Are you so confident that you can see through me?"

“It can’t be—” Olga ignored Vermouth’s words and slowly said three words, “A baby, right?”

Yes. That's it.

Olga saw Vermouth's reaction at that moment and was certain of the answer. Hmm. She narrowed her eyes slightly. Indeed, if she turned into a baby, it would be inconvenient to show up.

But... growing backwards and becoming a baby, doesn't that mean...

Olga suddenly burst out laughing. Under Vermouth's stern gaze, she doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down her face.

"Okay, I know what Rum is thinking,"

After a while, Olga finally stood up by holding onto the bar, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and said to Vermouth who looked surprised,

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Vermouth was worried.

But this was what Arthas had guessed himself, so what could she do?

She wanted to warn Arthas, but then she remembered that Arthas never listened to her.

Let Bourbon warn Arthas?

No, that would only give him one more person who knew the secret. Bourbon was too smart to reveal even the slightest clue.

*

Olga seemed to be preparing to leave. Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief.

But after Olga grasped the door handle, she suddenly turned around:

"That's right."

Vermouth instantly became alert.

"Do you know where Gin is?"

"What do you want to do?" Vermouth had a bad feeling. She knew Arthas wouldn't listen to her, but she still said it again, "Don't do anything unnecessary. Gin is on our side."

"Our side" means standing on the boss's side in this internal struggle within the organization.

Olga raised an eyebrow: "Of course I know. Do you think I would do anything to Gin?"

Seeing Vermouth still worried, Olga smiled: "Or do you think I can do something about Gin? He is really incompetent."

Seeing that Vermouth still had no intention of saying anything, Olga shrugged and said, "Forget it."

Just as I pressed the doorknob, I heard Vermouth's voice behind me: "He has a deal tonight."

*

Olga left. Vermouth finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumped down on the chair in front of the bar, poured herself a glass of red wine, and drank it slowly.

In the end, the reason why she told Arthas Gin's whereabouts was not because she trusted Arthas, but because she did not trust her.

If she didn't tell Arthas, that guy would definitely continue to inquire through other channels, making a big fuss and never give up until he achieved his goal.

I hope she doesn't get into any trouble.

Vermouth placed the empty wine glass on the bar, took off her bathrobe, slowly walked into the bathroom, and stepped into the bathtub.

Although Arthas delayed her for some time, fortunately the bathtub had a constant temperature effect.

*

On the other side, hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Matsuda Jinpei quickly put away the silly expression on his face and put his phone back into his pocket.

"Where to go next?"

He patted the back of his clothes, stood up and asked Olga.

"Dolobiga Amusement Park."

"ah?"

Matsuda Jinpei came to his senses and quickened his pace to catch up with Olga: "Why are we going to the amusement park? It's already evening, young lady!"

"Ding", the elevator arrived. Olga walked into the elevator and turned around. Matsuda Jinpei saw her slightly interested eyes and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Seeing Matsuda Jinpei standing outside in a daze for a while, Olga tilted her head and urged, "Come in quickly, don't waste time."

As he walked into the elevator, Matsuda Jinpei was still thinking, Oh no, he'd been delayed for so long, and Olga had only urged him. Oh no, she was in a good mood. Oh no!

Then, that bad premonition came true.

"Let's go kill Gin."

As he watched the red numbers representing the floors continue to decrease, Matsuda Jinpei heard Olga say this.

"ah???"