Gao Yuan almost died.
Following a suggestion from Akechi, Matsumoto thought of the bespectacled kid who often made noises at crime scenes.
Just imagining what a distillery boss like that would be makes me feel awful.
Kazami had no choice but to bring everyone's scattered thoughts back on track.
"This is just speculation, because almost no one has seen that person in at least 10 years."
"Now is the time to force him to reveal his true colors."
...
Gin didn't seem to care much about Bourbon's accusations.
Even if Rum said such a thing to his face, he had no obligation to explain anything.
He believed that "that person" was naturally able to distinguish right from wrong.
However, there are more important things to solve right now.
After simply stopping the vodka, Gin ignored Bourbon and turned to Ireland.
"Did you know that the Deputy Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department, Morohoshi, is under investigation by the Public Security Bureau?"
Ireland raised an eyebrow nonchalantly.
Should I know?
"At least, I never heard of it when I was the manager of Matsumoto."
He thought he had made a witty remark, so he laughed twice.
Gin did not agree.
"That person is on the list you brought back."
“Then I have even less to say,” Ireland said. “I have confirmed that the memory card contains the list the organization wants, but how could I possibly remember so many names!”
"I'm not that person... who was it again?"
He looked at Bourbon, who shrugged.
"Curaçao. Only she has the ability to remember a massive amount of information."
Having obtained corroborating evidence, Ireland turned to look at Gin.
Gin remained somber.
"So, before the memory card was retrieved, did anyone touch it? You retrieved the original, right?"
"Wait, are you suspecting me?" Ireland suddenly raised his voice. "Do you suspect I leaked the list?"
He was so angry, his eyes were red, and he was panting heavily, like an innocent person who had been wronged.
"Gin, what gives you the right to say that! Is it because of your relationship with the boss?"
This is the second person to say this today.
If it were someone else, they might, in addition to being angry, argue that those claims were baseless.
But from the day he joined the organization, Gin faced nothing but this kind of questioning.
He's gotten used to being attacked.
“I just think that it seems like one of us is in league with the police.”
He said coldly.
"Otherwise, how could someone connected to the organization be investigated so quickly?"
"So, you're saying I'm the undercover agent who's been in cahoots with the police?" Ireland pressed on relentlessly.
"Isn't it because I completed this mission brilliantly that some people are jealous?"
"You've probably wanted to get rid of me for a long time, haven't you? Just like you got rid of Pisco?"
This contradiction was eventually brought to light.
This was something Gin had thought of before choosing Ireland for his mission.
Vermouth was the one who carried out the operation to silence Pisco, but everyone knew that it was Gin who was in charge.
But so what?
He wasn't doing it for himself.
Everything was for the organization, for that person, and Gin has a clear conscience about it.
For this reason, Gin despises and loathes his colleagues who are scheming, timid, and selfish.
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