Chapter 150, Chapter 150: Uh, CIA?!

“I see.” Bourbon nodded; this was indeed in line with Rum’s suspicious nature.

He then changed the subject, saying with a touch of self-deprecation and sarcasm, "So, it seems there are quite a few reasons why we two are suspected. One is an unstable element with grudges against the organization, and the other is an outsider with questionable background who joined the organization halfway through."

"What kind of sufficient reason is that?" Ireland scoffed at this simplistic and crude reason for suspicion. "Let's not talk about me for now. Who in the organization doesn't think that even if Vodka were to announce one day that he was actually an undercover agent sent specifically to sabotage Gin (Vodka's veins bulge: Are you being polite?), you, Bourbon, could never be an undercover agent."

These words were spoken with absolute certainty, which even made Furuya Rei feel a little humorous.

Jianggu Ling: "..."

He was embarrassed but still polite.

Haha, thank you so much for your (dis)trust of Bo's character.

In the eyes of senior members of Ireland and many other organizations, Bourbon was a man of unpredictable behavior who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and who was both cunning and ruthless.

His loyalty to the organization may be based on interests and ambition, and is not very solid.

But to say that Bourbon was originally a good guy sent by the police or some other agency? That's even more unbelievable than Gin suddenly changing careers to open a kindergarten.

Gin: "..." Okay, I'll apply for a kindergarten teacher position as soon as the organization falls.

The idea that he betrayed the organization for personal gain or turned against the authorities when the organization was declining sounds much more believable than the fact that he was originally an undercover agent.

Bourbon is such a ruthless and vicious person!

Ireland's eyes sharpened: "If you ask me, Rum is just using this as an excuse to eliminate his rivals under the guise of the list. You've risen too quickly and been too prominent these past few years; he's long seen you as a thorn in his side."

As if remembering something, Ireland suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth into a strange smile.

He looked at Amuro Tooru, his tone somewhat subtle: "By the way, Bourbon, do you know what your name is on that list that Curaçao sent back?"

Amuro Tooru raised an eyebrow with interest: "What?"

Ireland spoke up: "Yes—"

Shuichi Akai lowered his eyes, the dim light from the screen illuminating his dark green pupils. The email from Conan was brief, but packed with information:

[Mr. Akai, Curaçao's phone has been hacked by the Doctor. She sent Rum a list that says Bourbon is a CIA mole! The list is fake, please be careful!!!]

Is Bourbon listed as a CIA undercover agent on the list?

But he knew that there was only one CIA undercover agent left in the organization, and that was Kiel.

Shuichi Akai instantly realized that this was an elaborate trap, a scheme set up by the Public Security Bureau.

The police are using the intrusion into Curaçao to send a list of problematic undercover agents back to the organization, with the aim of causing internal strife within the organization.

Since many spies within the organization have leaked a lot of intelligence, most of the people on the list are members who have aroused Rum's suspicion or, like Ireland, have reason to resent the organization.

The list is difficult to disprove in a short time, and the person in charge, Rum, is an impatient person. Given the time pressure, the organization is very likely to fall into a trap.

Just like now.

But Bourbon is also on this list.

Bourbon was also someone the police wanted to use to force the organization to cut off its own arm.

still……

Shuichi Akai suddenly looked at Ikuya Nekono.

Want to risk using this incident to completely eliminate the organization's suspicions and infiltrate the true core—their own people?

He saw the young man with wolf tail hair give him a meaningful smile.

Inside the warehouse, Bin Jia slightly raised his arm.

A resolute glint flashed in Shuichi Akai's dark green eyes as he and Ikuya Nekono pulled the trigger together!

He quickly went downstairs.

"who?!"

Footsteps came from around the corner not far away, extremely faint, but they instantly alerted the already wary Ireland.

He paused his conversation with Bourbon, who was also vehemently criticizing Rum, and quickly tensed his muscles, his gaze sharpening as he looked towards the source of the sound.

Amuro Tooru, however, seemed much more composed. He was only wary for a moment before quickly relaxing, raising his hand and pressing it down to signal Ireland to calm down.

"Don't worry, they're one of us." His voice was steady as he turned his gaze to the newcomer, a slight smile playing on his lips.

As he spoke, a figure emerged from the shadows, walking with ease and composure.

The newcomer was a young man around twenty-five years old, dressed in a black leather jacket and carrying a long violin case on his back.

His neat black hair was tied into an unruly wolf tail at the back of his head, swaying slightly with his steps.

He was extremely handsome, with a sharp and aggressive look. His eyebrows and eyes were clear, his nose was straight, his skin was a cool-toned white, and his well-shaped lips were tightly pursed, exuding an aloofness that kept strangers at bay.

What is most striking are his eyes, calm and clear like the finest obsidian, seemingly reflecting light at the boundary between light and shadow.

Ireland looked at the striking young man who had suddenly appeared, especially noticing the suspicious violin case behind him. Combined with Bourbon's words "one of us," his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

He recalled the precise and timely sniping from the warehouse.

"Is that the sniper from earlier?" He sized up the newcomer, speaking in a declarative tone, "Bourbon, the one you placed?"

No wonder they were so confident before; they had already planned a backup plan.

He thought to himself: Bourbon really doesn't entrust his safety entirely to the organization's "fairness".

“That’s right.” Bourbon nodded, a hint of cunning and smugness flashing in his purplish-gray eyes. “A mercenary I knew before, his sniping skills are quite good, he’s… one of my men.”

He deliberately pronounced the last three words lightly, carrying a certain unspoken implication.

The young man with black eyes and wolf-tail hair had already approached. He first gave Ireland a slight nod in courtesy. His obsidian-like eyes were calm and unwavering, revealing little emotion.

His gaze then fell on Amuro Tooru, lingering for a moment on the dried bloodstain on his cheek. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his voice, deep and pleasant, possessed a unique magnetism: "Injured?"

His tone was calm, but his slightly furrowed brows and focused eyes revealed an unmistakable concern.

Amuro Tooru casually rubbed his cheek, laughing nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just some splash." He looked at the young man, his purplish-gray eyes curving into a smile that was a bit more genuine than before, "Thanks for earlier, you timed it perfectly."

The young man didn't speak, but looked at him carefully again, and after confirming that he was really not injured, he nodded indifferently.

Ireland witnessed this brief but remarkably harmonious interaction between the two.

Bourbon's somewhat boastful and controlling introduction, the young man's subconscious concern for Bourbon's injuries, and Bourbon's feigned gentleness in his response...

Combined with the young man's outstanding looks and demeanor, as well as Bourbon's renowned methods...

Oh—I see.

Ireland instantly understood.

This must be another fish that Bourbon caught from who-knows-where, completely infatuated with his sweet words and charming face.

Earlier in the warehouse, he had overheard Bourbon saying that he had been with his girlfriend before he arrived.

Oh, right, and I also have a boyfriend.

Ireland:"……"

Bourbon's boyfriend at the time probably wasn't referring to this person... Bourbon was truly incredibly charming.

Ireland chuckled inwardly, but showed no outward sign; he simply nodded slightly to the young man.

The other party has done him a favor; hopefully, this person can survive a little longer by Bourbon's side.

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“Since you have your plans, I won’t stay any longer.” Ireland cracked his knuckles, his eyes hardening again. “Regarding the list… once Curaçao is found, everything will naturally come to light. Rum and the others are definitely searching for her with all their might right now. Until then, be careful.”

Or even if Curaçao isn't found, waiting a few more days to observe the movements of intelligence agencies from various countries will allow the organizations to find out the answer.

With Pisco's legacy, Ireland, where there are people willing to speak up for him, is not too worried.

Amuro Tooru nodded: "Be careful too."

Bourbon, who was valued by that gentleman, was even less worried.

Ireland would need to be quietly unlocked, but he wasn't even tied up in the warehouse. He could have survived Binga's gun without those two sniper bullets, at most suffering some injuries.

The attitude of everyone in the warehouse speaks volumes.

As Ireland said, the others weren't entirely convinced that Bourbon was truly an undercover agent. Knowing the man's attitude, they were even more reluctant to offend Bourbon, who was on the verge of a further promotion.

On the organization's trust in Bourbon's moral character. They: Bourbon taking the civil service exam? Uh… he definitely wouldn't pass the conduct review.

Before leaving, Ireland gave Amuro Tooru a deep look, his tone becoming more serious: "Bourbon, thank you for today. Consider it an obligation. If you ever need my help in the future, feel free to ask me."

The organization's commitment to pragmatism is added.

Bourbon's smile remained unchanged, with his usual nonchalance: "Oh? I'll remember that."

In his mind: He should thank us.

As Ireland's figure completely disappeared from sight, only Rei Furuya and Ikuya Nekono remained in this secluded corner.

Rei Furuya had just breathed a sigh of relief when he turned around and met Ikuya Nekono's amused gaze.

Nekono Ikuya raised an eyebrow slightly, mimicking Bourbon's tone when introducing him to Ireland, and slowly repeated, "'My man'? Hmm?"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his gaze sweeping over Rei Furuya's face with undisguised mockery.

Rei Furuya gave a sly yet self-righteous smile, tilting his head and saying, "Isn't that right?"

His purplish-gray eyes shone brightly in the sunlight, carrying an air of arrogance and a hint of "you can't do anything to me."

When Nekono Ikuya heard Furuya Rei's confident retort, he remained unfazed and nodded in agreement, saying seriously, "Yes, of course he's yours."

Then, I couldn't help but burst out laughing along with Rei Furuya.

"How's the situation?" After a moment, Furuya Rei's smile faded, and he asked seriously, "Any news from Curaçao?" This was one of his biggest concerns at the moment.

Nekono Ikuya also dropped her joking tone and said succinctly, "Kagemitsu said that Curaçao, who had lost her memory, was first found by Conan and the children in Beika Central Park, and then left when no one was looking, seemingly having regained her memory."

“There’s one more thing,” Nekono Ikuya said innocently, looking at Furuya Rei. “One of the two shots just now was fired by Akai. He should have guessed it.”