Rena Mizunoshi didn't expect that her plan of waiting and waiting would fail, so she was unusually anxious.

At this time, the banquet was still proceeding in an orderly manner.

The tiny noise made her, who was already irritated, frown subconsciously.

Forget it, let’s just find a place to sit for a while.

After all, I just arrived, and it would be inappropriate to just turn around and leave.

Thinking of this, she found a sofa nearby and sat down. However, the next second, she heard a ticking sound in her ears.

Rena Mizunoshi's body stiffened. She was about to relax and her back, which was leaning against the sofa, straightened instantly.

Could this... this voice be...?

Mizuno Rena tilted her head and tried to use her ears to figure out whether the 'tick-tick' sound was what she imagined or an illusion caused by being exposed to too much cold wind.

"Tick-tock—"

"Tick-tock—"

With her full concentration, the voice seemed to become clearer.

It was so clear that Rena Mizunoshi had no way of deceiving herself anymore; it was all just her own illusion.

For a moment, she felt her back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, but she felt that something unexpected had happened -

She was able to take out her cell phone so calmly, and her fingers didn't even tremble when she dialed the police.

"Hello, please, I need to call the police. I might have encountered a bomb..."

The police responded quickly.

Just as Mizunashi Reina hung up the phone——

About five minutes?

Or maybe ten minutes?

Anyway, before she was killed by the bomb that was ticking away, the police had already arrived at the scene.

"Hello, since we don't know what the bomb under the sofa is like, please don't panic and don't move."

In fact, the police officer with semi-long hair had some guesses about the bomb under the sofa.

After all, based on the situation described by the other party when she called the police, it can be known that the bomb may have been activated when she sat down.

So the way it is activated is most likely through vibration or weight...

"It's not a big deal, please trust me."

Because the actual method of detonating the bomb is still unknown, Rena Mizunashi cannot leave the sofa for the time being. The semi-long-haired police officer can only put on the explosion-proof suit one by one with the help of his teammates, while comforting Rena Mizunashi.

"ah……"

Rena Mizunoshi didn't know what to say for a moment. Her mind was full of questions: was this an accident? Was she just an unlucky person who happened to be accidentally involved in this explosion?

Or was all this done by the Black Organization, and their purpose was naturally to threaten her?

But……

If this was really done by the Black Organization, wouldn't that be too scary?

After all, Rena Mizunashi was very sure that although her mind was not here at the time, she could still see clearly whether anyone had approached the sofa.

As a result, naturally, no one had been here since she entered.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be waiting for someone on this balcony.

It's because the location here is too remote and it's in a blind spot for most people. If you don't look for it specifically, you won't notice it at all, so I came here on purpose.

Unexpectedly, someone had installed a bomb under the sofa.

If this was really done by the Black Organization, then it was obvious that they had already guessed that she would go to the balcony here to "hide in peace", and also guessed that she would be upset about something, so they found a place to sit nearby.

This is a bit scary...

Rena Mizunoshi silently clenched her hands on her thighs. Feeling the stinging pain in her palms, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Now I just hope that her mission can be completed smoothly...

but……

While the policeman was kneeling on the ground, checking the bomb, Rena Mizunashi also lowered her eyes, using her long eyelashes to hide the deep thought in her eyes.

Honestly, she should probably be thanking the person who planted the bomb.

After all, if it weren't for his plan, she would probably still be immersed in relaxation.

But everyone knows that as an undercover agent, the worst thing to do is to be careless.

Even though her mission cannot actually be considered an undercover mission, since it requires infiltrating the Black Organization, she should face it with caution.

Instead of relaxing just because his mission was not called an 'undercover mission'.

After the policeman successfully dismantled the bomb easily, Rena Mizunashi once again confirmed her guess.

So when she had just finished taking the statement at the Metropolitan Police Department and had just gotten into the car when she received a strange phone call, Rena Mizunashi didn't seem surprised.

But on the surface, she showed an appearance of suppressing her anger, and asked the person on the phone harshly:

"Who the hell are you?! I'm telling you, I've already called the police, so no matter who you are, it's useless to threaten me!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

The man on the other end of the phone seemed to smile. Mizunashi Rena could hear his slightly elongated voice. Faintly, she felt that she could imagine the playful expression on the man's face.

"Do you really think those tax thieves can catch us? If they could, you wouldn't have experienced such a thrilling experience today..."

The man said, chuckling:

"After all, the reason we're targeting you is because of the things you have. As for what's inside them, I believe you know better than I do. So, do you really believe what you're saying?"

After knowing the corruption of the top leaders, can you really continue to trust them?

There was a strong sense of malice in the man's words, as if he was determined to lead her to the other side.

As for what he said, if Rena Mizunashi was really just an ordinary person, perhaps under his guidance, she would no longer trust the official.

Unfortunately, she is not.

But for the mission, she has to pretend to be who she is.

So faced with his temptation, she remained silent for a moment.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

She gave up dejectedly.