Chapter 124 Chapter 124 The whole army attacks
A few hours later, Olga woke up. She was lying on a bed in a room inside the yacht's cabin. The bed was small and uncomfortable.
Thanks to Olga's ability to recover, after the unprofessional debridement surgery performed by Vermouth herself without anesthesia and with only a simple bandage, she was still alive and woke up.
Even so, there was still no trace of blood on her face.
Olga was very tolerant of pain, but the pain was unbearable.
"Are you awake? How are you feeling?"
After Olga stared at the ceiling for a while, she heard footsteps beside her. Then, Vermouth's voice came.
She sat down on the chair beside the bed. Of course, she was no longer as lazy and casual as usual. Although she made the same movements, used the same expression, and spoke in the same tone.
"Where are we now?"
Olga spoke, her voice surprisingly hoarse even to her own surprise.
But she only rolled her eyes slightly and looked out the small porthole beside the bed. There was nothing in those gem-like green eyes.
"We're almost in Kyoto." Vermouth replied.
Kyoto.
The site of the family residence of former Prime Minister Ooka.
Olga felt her brain was numb and had become very slow.
Of course, she hadn't been anesthetized. This couldn't be the effect of drugs. Nor could it be the result of injury... pain always made her more alert. But now...
Olga seemed to see those gray-blue eyes flash before her eyes again. Those cold, gray-blue eyes.
Oh. Lingling. Are you disappointed in me?
No. You should be happy. You can finally get rid of me...
The organization was doomed. Olga realized this. She didn't know where this struggle would ultimately end. But the fact was, there was no way she could capture and imprison Ling Ling, even if she managed to get him overseas.
Ling Ling ran away. Never to come back.
When Olga thought of this fact, she felt a growing pain in her head, along with her heart.
In comparison, even the pain from the wound on my calf seemed insignificant.
What's the point of going on like this? Olga looked out the window, her eyes moving mechanically. She could already see land. They had arrived in Kyoto.
*
The yacht only made a brief stop in Kyoto. The reluctant Ooka Momiji was forcefully forced aboard by the head of the Ooka family, the former Prime Minister.
"Grandpa, I don't want to leave!" As if she had realized something, the usually confident young lady now had a really bad expression on her face, even revealing a rare look of confusion and helplessness.
"Be obedient, Hongye."
The head of the Ooka family looks very old. But thanks to the long-term nourishment of power, he has a majestic aura.
"After going abroad this time, don't come back."
He grasped his cane with both hands and tapped it on the ground. Even with his head held high, even when facing his beloved granddaughter, his words and decisions remained unquestionable.
Then, the head of the Ooka family looked at Iori Muga, who was carrying a suitcase beside him, and said solemnly: "From now on, Hongye will be in your hands, Iori. Please take good care of her!"
He even used honorifics and bowed slightly to Iori Muga. This was an instruction, but it sounded more like a plea to entrust an orphan to someone.
"grandfather!"
In front of Ooka Momiji's wide eyes, Iori Muga almost bowed at the same time, bowing even more deeply towards the head of the Ooka family:
"Please rest assured, I will protect the young lady at all costs!"
Olga stood on the deck with Vermouth, standing by the side of the ship. She looked at the scene indifferently, like an exquisite doll, without a trace of emotion.
If it weren't for Vermouth, she wouldn't have come at all. She wouldn't have sat up in bed, wouldn't have left the bedroom, wouldn't have stood on the deck, and wouldn't have witnessed this disgusting scene of deep affection.
Olga rolled her eyes mechanically and looked at Iori Muga. Then, she narrowed her eyes slightly.
On the other side, the head of the Ooka family suddenly attacked Vermouth and Olga.
"It's all because you didn't handle it properly that I'm in such trouble now!"
Maybe it's not a fight, but just a complaint of impotence and anger.
"Thanks to you, I'm being held hostage by those mad dog-like political enemies!"
Vermouth didn't know what expression to make for a moment. Olga was too lazy to make any expression at all.
In this way, the yacht carried Ooka Momiji and Iori Muga and left Kyoto.
*
I can't let Iori Mushi follow me all the time.
He's undercover. Even though Olga hasn't caught any evidence yet.
Besides...
Why did Ooka Kouye have Iori Muga by her side? He was clearly an undercover agent too. Why didn't he leave? Why did he pretend to be so gentle towards Ooka Kouye? Why didn't he give her that cold, disgusted look a police officer gives to a criminal? Why could they continue to get along so peacefully, just like before?
It's an eyesore.
All beautiful things and beautiful feelings are an eyesore.
Olga didn't want to see these disgusting interactions anymore. Instead of this false beauty, she wanted to watch a mutually devastating scene of tearing and tears of despair.
*
Ever since boarding the ship, Ooka Momiji had been standing quietly on the deck, at the edge of the railing, gazing out into the distance, watching Kyoto recede into the distance until it could no longer be seen. Iori Muga had been with her at first, but now he should be packing their belongings in the cabin. They had escaped too hastily this time.
Even when they were just standing quietly together, the two of them were an eyesore.
On the other side of the deck, next to the sink, Olga casually tore open a bag of instant coffee mixed with the scent of essence and poured all the brown powder in the small plastic bag into a transparent glass.
"What are you doing, Arthas?"
Vermouth, who was standing by with her arms crossed, frowned. Even though the conditions were a bit simple now, she didn't think Olga would drink something like this from a cup like this.
Olga ignored her. With a blank expression, she picked up the kettle beside her and poured hot water into the glass.
Along with the rising white hot air, the smell of cheap essence spread into the air.
Vermouth saw Olga pick up the glass stirring rod beside her and stir the cup of "coffee" as if she was mixing some chemical substance to make the instant powder inside dissolve more fully.
While stirring, she took out a small white paper bag that looked like a tea bag from her coat pocket with her other hand. Then, she tore open a corner of the small paper bag.
Olga tilted her wrist, and the white powder in the small paper bag poured into the glass. As she stirred the glass rod, it dissolved completely, leaving no trace.
Vermouth frowned slightly. She instinctively knew this must be something dangerous. But...
There were only a few people on board. Who was Olga planning to drug? It was totally unnecessary.
Olga even went so far as to put a rather odd woolen cup cover over the glass. Then, she turned her head and looked in the direction of Ooka Momiji.
Vermouth followed Olga's gaze and happened to meet Ooka Momiji's gaze.
She seemed to have seen Olga add ingredients to her coffee. Now, besides the lingering melancholy and sadness, her face was also filled with a hint of astonishment and surprise.
Olga raised her hand and waved to her.
Vermouth saw Ooka Momiji's hesitation. She turned around, but one hand was still holding the railing, not letting go.
"What exactly are you going to do, Arthas?" Vermouth lowered her voice.
Ooka Momiji is the granddaughter of former Prime Minister Ooka and the bottom line of the Ooka family.
Regardless of whether or not former Prime Minister Ooka and the boss would triumph in this struggle, even if they were completely defeated, the organization would at least have to protect Ooka Momiji, its sole ally—this was a matter of basic credibility, something even criminal organizations had to abide by.
Olga ignored Vermouth and stared at Ooka Momiji with her calm green eyes. For a moment, she felt a sense of terror, a kind of pseudo-human.
She saw Ooka Hongye frowning slightly and pursing her lips. Finally, she came over.
She seemed to want to remain calm and maintain her usual decency, so she held her chin slightly high and walked at a leisurely pace.
Unfortunately, they are now fleeing in panic.
"Take this cup of coffee to your butler."
Olga rolled her eyes slightly and looked at Ooka Momiji standing beside her. Her tone was calm and objective, like a robot. But her words were filled with malice.
"He's worked really hard to protect the Ooka family and you."
Ooka Momiji wasn't some naive young lady. She was well-protected, but she wasn't stupid. She almost immediately sensed something was wrong with Olga's words:
"You mean, Iori is lying—"
There was obvious hesitation and disbelief in Ooka Momiji's eyes.
Olga met her eyes head-on and said mechanically, "There's no need for me to lie to you at a time like this."
"But……"
Vermouth saw Ooka Momiji stretch out her hand towards the glass. However, her fingertips paused for a second before touching the glass, trembling slightly.
Is that Iori Muwo an undercover agent?
Vermouth was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but she didn't show it on her face. Even if she had doubts about Olga's judgment, she wouldn't raise them in front of others. So, she just stood there with her arms folded, saying nothing.
I'll have to ask Arthas about this later, Vermouth thought. Arthas seemed to have hidden so many things from her, including Bourbon...
Why did they knock Bourbon unconscious and lock him up? Why did Bourbon escape? Why did Arthas look so dead now?
Vermouth remained calm, but to Ooka Momiji, her reaction was almost a confirmation of Olga's statement. And...
She heard the two men's heartbeats. They were very calm. They didn't seem to be lying.
Ooka Hongye bit her lower lip and said, "I saw you added something in it."
She stared at the glass, but spoke to Olga.
"It's just some medicine to temporarily weaken the butler," Olga tilted her head slightly and stared at Ooka Hongye. "When the time comes, you can ask him if he's a police officer and what his real name is."
As Ooka Momiji's expression became increasingly shaken, Olga's voice remained steady, without a single ups and downs. Yet, one could sense a deep sense of malice. She said:
"Based on your understanding of him, you can definitely tell whether his words are true or false. Isn't that right?"
*
Ooka Hongye left, holding the cup of coffee. She seemed to have made up her mind, even though her fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Is it really okay?" Vermouth finally frowned as she watched Ooka Momiji's back disappear in the cabin.
Even someone who didn't know Ooka Momiji well could tell at first glance that something was amiss with her now, looking distracted and nervous. And what's more, it was someone like Iori Muga, who had practically grown up with her.
Olga knew this, of course.
But she only took two steps and reached the railing. She casually folded her arms and rested them on the railing, looking up, as if gazing at the sky. The sea breeze blew her hair, blowing it up and spreading it in all directions.
It's like a hairstyle that just ran away from a madhouse.
Olga casually brushed the hair out of her eyes and turned her head.
Suddenly, Vermouth saw her smile. It was a very light smile, but it was filled with endless malice.
Then, Vermouth knew that she just wanted to see those two people suffer. Not physical pain, but the more torturous, mental pain.
So she didn't secretly get rid of Iori Muga, but pushed Ooka Momiji forward.
Speaking of which, this plot is not very similar to——
Suddenly, Vermouth seemed to realize something. Then, the look she gave Olga became complicated:
"Bourbon is also an undercover agent, right?"
She asked this question in an almost affirmative tone.
In an instant, the smile on that person's face disappeared completely.
Then Vermouth knew that she had guessed right.
Vermouth was stunned. She had never suspected Bourbon was an undercover agent. But Arthas seemed to have known about it... for a long time.
When did she know?
Has she been shielding Bourbon this whole time?!
Vermouth was shocked by her discovery and looked up at Olga. But at this moment——
Someone clamped his arms around her neck from behind with undeniable strength.
The next second, something hard touched her temple. It was a gun.
She saw Olga's eyes narrowed dangerously in front of her.
A voice came from behind: "Return immediately."
Iori Muga threatened Olga by taking Vermouth as a hostage.
*
Two minutes ago.
Iori Muwa was cleaning the room for Ooka Momiji. Then he heard two knocks on the door. Not too fast, not too slow, not too light, not too heavy.
The door was pushed open.
"Iori."
He heard Ooka Momiji's voice.
The moment he turned around, Iori Muga realized something was wrong.
He knew Ooka Momiji too well. So even though she thought she was hiding it well, he immediately realized something was wrong. No, perhaps he realized something was wrong the moment he heard her call his name.
Ooka Hongye was holding a glass with a coffee-colored liquid in it. The liquid was steaming and smelled like coffee.
"Iori, you've worked hard." She said so, and handed the glass towards him, "Have some coffee first."
She's really bad at lying.
Iori Muga stretched out his left hand to take the glass. Even when Ooka Momiji hesitated and seemed to retreat, he took a step ahead and almost snatched the glass into his hand. At the same time—
With a sharp and decisive right-handed strike, Ooka Momiji fell to the ground.
Iori Muga caught Ooka Momiji with one hand and casually placed the glass on the table beside him.
Then he placed Ooka Momiji on the made bed.
Standing beside the narrow bed, he looked at her deeply and complicatedly for several seconds before turning around decisively and leaving the cabin.
His original mission was to follow Ooka Momiji so that even if the organization went into exile overseas, he could continue to be undercover and obtain the latest intelligence.
Of course, this is if the organization successfully escapes.
This operation, Iori, I think. Both former Prime Minister Ooka and the organization are doomed.
If former Prime Minister Ooka and the Karasuma family were victorious in this struggle, they wouldn't have to flee. But that was almost impossible.
The public security department has already gathered all the evidence of the organization's crimes and intelligence on the Ooka family. They will not give the forces of former Prime Minister Ooka any breathing space.
So, what he has to do now is...
*
Iori Muga kidnapped Vermouth and asked Olga to order the yacht to return immediately.
Olga narrowed her eyes slightly, looking past Vermouth at the man. Suddenly, the corners of her mouth curled up. She turned around and leaned against the railing, her right elbow resting comfortably on it, her left hand in her pocket as usual.
"What would Ooka Momiji think when she found out what you did?"
It was just a simple question, as if it were just a casual chat.
But Olga saw Iori Muga frowning imperceptibly. Something flashed across his eyes.
Then, he said seriously, "The only person who committed the crime was the head of the Ooka family. The young lady will be fine."
I don’t know if I really think so, or if I can only deceive myself like this.
"Do you believe that?" Olga ruthlessly punctured his fantasy, her tone tinged with emotion. "Political struggle is very cruel."
The next second, when Iori Muga hesitated, she pointed the gun at Vermouth with her left hand in her pocket.
"Bang--!"
In Iori Muga's incredulous gaze, Olga mercilessly pulled the trigger.
The bullet penetrated Vermouth's shoulder and pierced Iori Muga's wrist.
The gun in his hand also fell out of his hand.
Vermouth covered her bleeding shoulder with one hand, and with quick eyes and hands, she kicked the gun on the ground away.
"Bang--!"
Another shot.
This time, Iori Mumi didn't hesitate. He grasped his pierced wrist, turned, and jumped into the sea.
Olga ignored Vermouth, who was pale, kneeling on one knee, and seemed to be in pain. She strode to the side of the ship and fired several more shots into the sea with a "bang", "bang", "bang" sound, until all five bullets in her pistol were used up.
She saw a hint of red floating in the azure waters, then quickly dissipated into the sea.
He actually ran away like that. Olga removed the magazine from her pistol, grabbed five bullets from her pocket, and reloaded them.
He actually just left Ooka Momiji and ran away!
Could it be that the love and care in his eyes when he was looking at Ooka Momiji before were all fake?
Olga put her pistol back into her pocket with an expressionless face. Then, as if remembering Vermouth, whose shoulder she had shot through, she turned around and looked down.
Vermouth's forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat and her face turned pale.
She covered the wound with one hand and stood up from the ground shakily: "How cold-blooded! He actually shot me directly."
Still complaining. It seems that nothing is wrong.
Olga turned around and went back to the cabin without any interest, leaving Vermouth alone on the deck, watching her retreating figure with complicated eyes.
*
A few hours later, the yacht docked in Tottori Prefecture.
*
Meanwhile, the FBI agents gathered in Kudo's study were in a state of disarray. Of course, they weren't the first to go into disarray.
They just caught Rum, but now various forces within America have begun to fight openly and secretly - even though Rum is not in their hands yet!
Everything is messed up.
First, within the FBI, the deputy director supported their continued investigation, but the director had directly hinted to James Blake several times to take it easy.
At the same time, the CIA, Congress, and the Supreme Court all got involved. There were even loud voices accusing the FBI of unfair investigation procedures and that the evidence should not be used!
After repeated wrangling among various forces, the president, who had his own thoughts, finally made the final decision.
In this case, a joint committee consisting of the FBI, CIA, Senate, and Supreme Court will be established to conduct a comprehensive investigation into the actions of Shuichi Akai and other FBI agents who are responsible for tracking down the Black Organization.
If the evidence they gather is ultimately ruled inadmissible...
Then both Rum and other people in the organization will eventually escape the sanctions of American law!
Even though they are still not sure whether they can extradite Rum from Japan to America...
In the end, even Kudo Yusaku sighed:
"No way. The Karasuma family has been fully integrated into the West since over 150 years ago."
Even from Vermouth's generation onwards, no one can be seen to have Asian descent in appearance. This can be seen from the fact that she was able to make a name for herself in such an exclusive place as Hollywood and become a well-known actress.
Even if a large chaebol family moved westward, it would be impossible for them to be content with being just a wealthy family, especially in a place like America.
"From this incident, we can see the influence of this family in American politics."
The FBI agents present all lowered their heads and fell silent. Kudo Yusaku was absolutely right in saying that one knows one's own country best.
maybe……
Even if they had a 0.01% chance of arresting those guys, like Arthas, and sentencing them to hundreds of years in prison, the organization might be able to quickly obtain a pardon signed by the president himself.
*
Meanwhile, things were quite calm in Japan. For a few days, apart from the arraignment of former Prime Minister Ooka on charges of official crimes, nothing much happened.
However, being too calm can actually give people a bad feeling.
Early in the morning, Fūya Rei arrived at the police station on time for work after a long absence.
Not long after arriving at the office, he was about to sort out the integrated materials on the criminal evidence of the Black Organization and submit them to the Procuratorate.
"Knock, knock, knock."
There was a knock on the office door. Furuya Rei held a pen in one hand, his eyes still fixed on the documents.
"Come in."
"Mr. Furuya."
It was Kazami who came. Furuya Rei did not stop what he was doing. Kazami continued to speak.
"We have a visitor."
"who?"
Feng Jian paused: "I don't know."
Finally, Furuya Rei stopped writing and glanced up at Kazami. There wasn't anything special about his expression; it seemed like he was just casually glancing at him.
Kazami shuddered, his back hair standing on end. He quickly explained, "Director Kuroda asked me to inform you that I hope you can spare some time to meet this guest."
Kazami saw Furuya Rei holding the pen in his right hand and twirling it around his fingertips. Then again.
Time seemed to freeze, even though only less than two seconds had passed.
Feng Jian swallowed silently. He watched the pen spin around his boss's fingertips again. Then,
The pen was placed on the table.
With the sound of rollers sliding on the wooden floor, Furuya Rei stood up:
"Then go and meet him."
Finally. After Furuya Rei left the office, Kazami Yuya breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, then secretly turned around to look at the back of Fūya Rei as he disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Who could be the guest that Director Kuroda personally showed up for?
And... ever since he returned from his undercover assignment with that organization, Mr. Furuya has become even more terrifying...
*
Rei Furuya met someone in the reception room.
In fact, he was not familiar with this person at all. So after opening the door and seeing the man's back, he almost immediately wanted to close the door again and turn around and leave.
The man seemed to have heard the noise and turned around. He had an annoying fake, gentle, kind smile on his face:
"zero."
Fūya Rei sighed inwardly, but still had to enter the reception room.
"What do you want from me?"
He didn't even sit down, obviously he had no intention of having a long conversation with this person. He just looked at the man in front of him calmly and indifferently with his gray-blue eyes that were very typical of a mixed-race person.
"Father."
That's right. The person in the reception room was none other than his father, Masaaki Furuya, a cabinet minister.
*
The yacht docked at the pier in Tottori Prefecture.
Olga and Vermouth brought Ooka Momiji, who had regained consciousness but was clearly distracted, to the Karasuma residence.
It was a large mansion, much larger than the Ooka family's house in Kyoto, and appeared to be much older. However, the interior was very Westernized, with a low-key and luxurious European style.
Their current plan is to rest in Tottori Prefecture for a while, and then flee overseas with the boss on a private plane.
After settling Ooka Momiji down, Olga met Karasuma Keiko again. She was still wearing a simple blouse and skirt, holding a swaddled baby. She didn't seem flustered at all, but there were no unnecessary small talk.
Then, from the swaddling clothes in Karasuma Keiko's arms, a soft sound like a cat's meow came out:
"Alsace—"
*
Karasuma Renya assigned tasks to both Olga and Vermouth. In fact, on this overseas escape, Karasuma Renya only planned to take these two members of the organization with code names, who were also direct blood relatives.
After Olga had her wounds re-bandaged by the private doctor stationed at the Karasuma residence, she began to transfer the organization's assets in Japan in batches according to Karasuma Ren'ya's request, pack her luggage, and destroy the evidence in the Karasuma residence.
"Ah, another one was blocked."
Olga looked up from the computer, leaned back in her chair, and rubbed her tired eyes with the back of her hand.
Vermouth, who was shredding documents nearby, looked over. Many of the organization's overseas accounts had been frozen in recent days.
Of course, this would only have a tiny impact on the organization's finances, but it still created a sense of urgency.
Vermouth continued to put a stack of documents into the shredder. Suddenly, as if remembering something:
"Rum is dead."
She didn't look up, but just said this abruptly.
There were only the two of them in the room, so Olga naturally knew who Vermouth was talking to.
Rum is dead?
Olga snorted softly and turned her gaze back to the computer screen, continuing her battle of wits and courage with the public security economic investigation personnel. She simply responded casually with disinterest:
"It's 'suicide'."
Vermouth sighed and stopped talking.
In reality, the full story publicly stated that criminal organization leader Rum was found hanged in a detention center. Due to mishandling by a temporary worker, half a minute of surveillance footage was lost that day. Currently, the police investigation has preliminarily determined Rum's death to be suicide.
Conan and the others also learned the news at the same time.
"How could it be suicide!?"
Of course, Conan was the most excited. Be it Kudo Yusaku, Akai Shuichi, or other FBI personnel like James Blake, Akai Tsutomu, and Akai Mary, they all lowered their heads with heavy expressions.
Compared to naive young people like Conan who have not yet entered society, they have already realized something.
I don’t know how long it took, but a cell phone rang suddenly in the silent study.
Everyone's eyes fell on James Blake.
The FBI investigation team leader took out his phone and tapped the screen a few times. Then...
A look of disappointment was evident on his face, and for a moment, it felt as if his back had collapsed under the pressure.
"Everyone."
His voice was filled with helplessness and apology.
"The Joint Committee has already made a resolution."
He looked at his subordinates, his eyes slowly moving across their faces. He saw one after another of them, all with the same solemn expression.
Yes, they sacrificed countless colleagues, their own relatives and friends, and decades of their lives in order to track down the Black Organization... But,
"The Joint Committee is now asking us to temporarily suspend the investigation and return home for review."
Just like a stone thrown into the water, just one sentence quickly caused ripples in everyone's hearts.
James Blake saw disbelief on those faces, followed by anger and disappointment.
However, this is a decision that politicians make. It is not an area where they can interfere.
"In that case—"
In the end, it was Akai Shuichi who broke the unbearable silence. Under the gaze of everyone, his eyes were filled with incomparable determination and resoluteness.
"Then we will act immediately."
Kudo Yusaku immediately came to the desk and spread out the map of Tottori Prefecture that he had prepared long ago.
Everyone realized something and gathered around.
Then Kudo Yusaku picked up a red marker, took off the pen cap, and with a few "swishes", drew three red circles on the map.
His fingertip touched one of the red circles:
"This is the most likely place where Karasuma Renya is hiding."
Obviously, Kudo Yusaku had already analyzed it carefully.
After a moment of silence, Conan immediately ran towards the landline phone excitedly:
"I'll contact Mr. Amuro!"
Everyone looked at each other and saw pairs of eyes that looked like their own, with the same determination in them.
They must be brought to justice! Give justice an explanation, and give an explanation to their colleagues who sacrificed their lives!
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