He might even be unable to work as a police officer, or even be demoted to a civilian position.

——

2:30 in the morning, Tokyo, Beika Hotel.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Fujiwara Yuu admired the night view of Beika-cho. The brilliant night view outlined by the colorful neon lights was dazzling enough, but what kind of scene was hidden behind the prosperous appearance?

Will it be a long, dark night for many, or a scene no less horrific than a living hell?

White sat upright on the sofa, his fists clenched and placed on his knees. He frowned, tightening and loosening his brows repeatedly, unable to suppress his curiosity. Finally, he decided to speak out what was hidden in his heart:

"Mr. Clare, I don't understand why you'd take such a risk. Cooperation with the police is always a loss for us. You've given them the Cavisa Tequila, provided them with undercover information, and the contents of the USB drive. You've done all this just for cooperation. Honestly, I don't understand. This doesn't seem like something you would do, sir."

"In your eyes, what should I do?"

Fujiwara Yuu raised an eyebrow, finding this rather amusing. He turned and walked towards the small bar behind his upgraded suite, picking up a classic wine glass and carefully polishing it. Having completed a deal that had caught his eye, he was in a good mood and decided to have a drink to make up for the plum wine he had given away before he had a chance to taste it.

"With your means, sir, you don't have to hand over the information about Kavisa and the USB flash drive. We have saved three public security police officers. We just need to exchange the undercover list to ensure that there will be no problems in future cooperation." White pondered for dozens of seconds before slowly expressing his thoughts.

According to the ordinary CIA agent, he might use such tough measures to force the National Police Agency to compromise.

You should know that the Police Department has only deployed three public security police officers into the organization at present. There were also deviations in tonight's operation. Their losses cannot be compensated by Cavitha Tequila. Even if there are ten Cavitha's, his value is not as much as that of one Gin.

Fujiwara Yu took out the ice ball ordered by room service slowly and gently placed it in a classic wine glass. He poured 45 ml of Scotch whisky into the glass along with the ice ball, wiped the glass very carefully, and then took out 25 ml of Durham liqueur.

Finally, you need to place a small piece of beehive strung with a decorative stick on the ice, and you are done.

"I learned this drink in a small alley bar in Hawaii. You can try it."

White didn't understand why Claire didn't answer his question, but instead asked him to taste a glass of wine. He couldn't drink much, so he had to pick up the glass and take a sip carefully. The taste was better than he had imagined, very smooth, and he could even feel a hint of sweetness when he pursed his lips.

“Do you know the name of this cocktail?”

"have no idea."

Hearing White's honest answer, Fujiwara Yu quickly mixed a glass for himself. He held up the glass to the light of the incandescent lamp above. Under the refraction of the ice ball, the liquid in the glass looked like the color of a rusty nail.

He placed it on his lips and took a sip, but showed a look of disgust, muttering softly:

"No matter how many times I drink it, I still can't get used to the peatiness of Scotch whisky. It's not my type."

"Huh?" White blinked twice in confusion. Did he say something wrong, so Mr. Clare deliberately treated him with the cocktail he hated the most? But he didn't seem to have said anything wrong.

Fujiwara Yuu naturally saw the confusion in White's expression. This time, he didn't beat around the bush and spoke in a lower voice:

"This cocktail is called the Rusty Nail, and that's why I did this. In the eyes of the police department and you, I might have made a bad deal, but if I put aside the immediate gains and take a long-term view... can it still be considered a failure?"

He reached out and picked up an empty wine glass, gently placed it in front of White, filled it with water, and threw in a bullet:

"Kil's original salary in the organization wasn't very high. If we want her to be closer to the core of the organization, we need to establish more informants. Scotch from the Operations Team and Bourbon from the Intelligence Team are undoubtedly the best choices. The reason I'm letting go of the immediate benefits is simply to pave the way for the future."

“Take the rusty nail buried deep in the organization and make it work, that’s the real success.”

"Do you still think that my actions are detrimental to CIA?"

After all, White had only been in the CIA for a short time. He only considered short-term interests in this matter but ignored the fact that they were now in someone else's territory. If they wanted to "steal business" from others, then trying every means to integrate was the best option.

As the saying goes, you can catch a big fish by casting a long line. If you want to get good results, you must pay something.

Fujiwara Yu didn't explain it clearly because he hoped White would grow quickly. He knew that playing against the organization wasn't easy, and a single careless move could cost him his life. He stood up, took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, took a sip, and said,

"But this matter is not that simple. I think the public security department has already noticed the problem."

"Sir, what you mean is... there's a problem within the public security department?"

"Well, I think they all know it, but they're still not sure what level the undercover agent who infiltrated the Metropolitan Police Department's Public Security Bureau is." Fujiwara Yu sat calmly on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the night view outside the window. He said in a low voice, "They're also taking a gamble. If something happens in Scotland, it means the mole has been there for five years. If nothing happens, it means his authority is not high, and he only knows the identity of the contact Yin Zhiwuwo."

"Then isn't Mr. Scotland in danger?"

"The police will definitely come up with a countermeasure. Please pay more attention during this period and report any news immediately."

"yes."