Ireland, with its self-righteousness, and gin, with its unchanging calm and gloomy nature.
If you absolutely have to choose one of these two people to be an undercover agent...
That should still be Ireland, right?
After all, Gin's loyalty to the boss is evident to all and can be proven by heaven and earth.
Apart from Vermouth, almost no one in the organization could say when he started working for the boss.
It's been at least a decade or so.
If he were truly an undercover agent, what would he be after?
This should be the thought of all rational people.
Unfortunately, the distillery members present at the scene either lack rationality or...
For example, vodka.
Either they simply don't want to use reason.
For example, absinthe and bourbon.
If we place this suspicion within the broader context of the brewery, and also allow members without code names to share their opinions...
Gin could probably be put to a national referendum.
Therefore, universal democracy is not necessarily true democracy.
This is especially true in organizations like breweries, where the rate of ignorance is off the charts.
Gin himself clearly sensed the malice from the crowd.
“I’ll report to that sir and ask him to make the decision,” he said, taking out his phone. But before he could press a button, he saw Bourbon shaking a finger with a half-smile.
"There's no need for you to play the victim first," Bourbon said with a smug look on his face. "I've already reported this to Rum and asked him to report it to the boss."
The whereabouts of the organization's boss are kept strictly confidential; even Rum doesn't know them anymore.
However, senior members still control how to contact the boss.
It was a private email account hosted on an overseas server, with extremely tight security measures that even top hackers found difficult to breach.
Even if you hack into the email account, you're still a long way from finding the boss's physical location.
So there's no need to worry about malicious people trying to find out where the boss is.
Bourbon was indeed an observer throughout the entire operation.
Gin had no doubt that he would embellish his reports.
What else can they do?
Praising Ireland's achievements does nothing to improve their own standing.
It is even more impossible to pin any fabricated charges on Gin.
Gin simply looked at Bourbon indifferently.
Just then, Bourbon and Gin's phones rang at the same time.
Bourbon answered the phone and it was Rum's voice on the other end.
"The boss is calling a meeting. Tell someone to turn on their terminal."
This kind of remote meeting has also been a way for bosses to give instructions in recent years, although it is done very rarely.
Gin quickly put his phone away, and the group sat down in front of the camera.
A black figure appeared on the projection screen. The background was bright but blurry, making it impossible to tell where the figure was or what it looked like.
But anyone with experience with such meetings knows that this is the boss of the dark organization, the man who wields immense evil power.
"I've received Bourbon's report," the boss said bluntly.
His voice had also been processed with a voice changer, with obvious electronic mixing; only his speech patterns still revealed his masculine characteristics.
"The mission in Ireland was completed smoothly and perfectly; there's nothing to criticize."
"As for whether the list was actually leaked, leading to the recent series of police actions, or whether it was leaked by someone..."
"I'd like to hear your opinions first."
It means letting people with differing opinions argue and debate in front of you.
This neutral stance invigorated Gin's opponents.
“My opinion,” Poben quickly interjected, “is already written in the report.”
"I don't think Ireland has any problems."
"It is currently unknown whether the police have launched an internal investigation for other reasons."
"Even if the list was indeed leaked, there are probably other channels, such as... after the list was returned to Ireland?"
In the end, it all boils down to the suspicion that there's a mole within the organization!
Vodka glanced around the room at everyone, including Rum who was also present.
Rum is Bourbon's supplier...
At the same time, Rum also spoke up: "Bourbon's opinion is my opinion."
So they're in cahoots.
Ireland, Bourbon just said he has no problem.
Vermouth, although she and Bourbon aren't on the same wavelength, I heard they get along quite well.
That leaves only me and Gin, right?!
If they weren't in a meeting in front of the boss, Vodka would have already slammed his fist on the table and pointed at Bourbon's nose, giving him a good scolding.
As if knowing what Vodka was thinking, Gin reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, while slowly speaking.
"There might be a mole among us, I think so too."
"For example..."
"That's you!" Ireland abruptly interrupted him.
"Gin, don't think that just because the boss is in front of you you can question this person or that person and wield your tyranny at will."
"Haven't you rebelled enough in your own backyard?"
“Pisco dedicated his entire life to the organization, how did you treat him?”
Everyone could see that Ireland was determined to make things difficult for Gin today.
However, this was Gin's own doing; after all, he ordered the silencing of Pisco.
The target of the sniper was clearly his own Vermouth, but at this moment he was standing aside, lazily admiring his newly done burgundy manicure.
"Ireland, what nonsense are you spouting!" Vodka finally snapped.
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