Chapter 28 Chapter 28 On the possibility of recruiting three undercover agents...
After seeing Olga's gloomy expression, the driver's uneasiness almost reached its peak.
He swallowed and asked in a trembling voice, "Do you have any instructions?"
Although this was the first time the driver had met Olga, it was common sense that members with code names in the organization were not to be trifled with, even if this person was so young.
"Kiichiro Numabuchi, right?" Olga looked at the black-haired man in front of her who was shivering and had an obvious Asian appearance, and finally searched for the name in her mind.
“…Yes, yes!”
Kiichiro Numabuchi saw her smile.
…
Her plan was bold and crazy.
Kiichiro Numabuchi listened to her speaking the most evil words in that clear voice, and suddenly remembered the legend that had been popular in the organization among a small number of people - the legend about the red-haired, blue-eyed devil.
…
Finally, Kiichiro Numabuchi saw her raise her index finger to her lips.
Her lips are beautifully shaped, a healthy pink when she's not wearing makeup, and the corners of her lips are upturned.
"Remember, this is a 'secret' between the two of us."
He heard her say this.
*
Olga left, and Kiichiro Numabuchi looked at her back for a long time before he came to his senses.
He was indeed a core member of the organization. He thought so. Despite his young age, he was so adept at using coercion and inducement.
She is a demon who can see into people's hearts.
*
Olga finally got a perfect score - she took a make-up exam - a make-up exam that was just for her.
Any principal, if faced with a wooden stick pointed at his head, would definitely agree to this "small request".
As for calling the police? As the principal of a prestigious school, he was at least well-informed. Naturally, he had heard a little about Olga's "background."
In short, he is a little ancestor who is not easy to mess with and cannot be messed with.
*
Take a chance and your bicycle will turn into a motorcycle.
This was Kiichiro Numabuchi's thought at the time. However, he didn't know at the time that this "motorcycle" was the road to hell.
It wasn't until a week later that Toru Amuro heard that Kiichiro Numabuchi had been transferred from America.
He shouldn't have paid attention to the movements of a low-level member of an organization, but the transfer of Kiichiro Numabuchi was arranged by "Champagne" himself.
"Champagne"—this is the person Toru Amuro has been focusing on recently. Even within the organization, this person seems too mysterious.
Amuro Toru had no clue about Numabuchi Kiichirō's transfer and could only guess that it was related to Olga. Olga had told him that she had a close relationship with Champagne.
For someone as important as Olga, it was perfectly logical to transfer the lower-level members who had come into contact with her. Although it still felt awkward, Amuro Toru could only accept it as such.
At that time, Toru Amuro was driving Olga to school for her graduation ceremony.
After the fall semester, although it is not the regular graduation time, there are always a group of top scorers who graduate early every year. Therefore, the school also holds a graduation ceremony at this time every year.
After parking the car at the school gate, Amuro Toru glanced at the guard room casually: "Huh? Has a new guard been appointed?"
Although he did not specifically investigate all the former faculty and staff of the school, Toru Amuro had some impression of the people and things related to Olga.
"Well," Olga said, shouldering her backpack and pushing the door open, she got out of the car. Her tone was casual and natural. "I heard the previous security guard retired."
Yes, the previous doorman retired.
As they walked towards the school gate, a smile spread across Olga's face.
Even if Toru Amuro went to investigate, the previous guard had already retired, because this was the fact.
However, he would not have found out that between the retired security guard and the current security guard, there was another security guard who had only been on the job for one day and then disappeared.
Yes, she once promised Toru Amuro that she would never kill anyone again, which meant - she would never be discovered by him again.
She never thought she lied, she just had a different understanding of language than others.
Olga is good at playing with other people's sympathy and achieving her goals with a carefree attitude and verbal skills.
*
It will never rains in southern California.
In March, Olga met the three new members that Rum mentioned in San Diego, Southern California.
Although they hadn't yet received official code names, they were clearly promising new recruits. If nothing unexpected happened, it was only a matter of time before they received code names.
Not every newcomer can see Olga. Most of them can only become a mediocre and ordinary member of the organization's lower level throughout their lives.
By then, Olga had already received offers from numerous schools. After comprehensive consideration—mostly with the help of Toru Amuro—Olga chose Juilliard's string instrument program.
Olga no longer had to worry about dropping out of school. She had already graduated from high school, and college wouldn't start until October. It wasn't a gap year, but it was better than one. So, naturally, Olga headed back to her favorite Southern California for vacation.
La Jolla Beach is very beautiful. It has a style that is completely different from Japan. American and Mexican styles are well integrated here.
Even in March, the temperature in San Diego can still reach nearly 90°F during the day.
The beach was filled with tourists in swimsuits, and since it was spring break, there were also many students from all over the United States.
Olga was wearing sunglasses and lazily lying on a beach chair. There were many seals basking in the sun beside her, as well as—
"Why did you come along, Vermouth?"
Olga's mouth turned downwards, and her good mood caused by "returning home" was completely ruined.
Vermouth wore a pure black bikini, with her long, light-blonde curly hair casually spread out. She casually leaned back on a beach chair, attracting countless gazes and eager conversations.
Unlike Olga, Vermouth had a huge parasol above her beach chair, covering her entire body in shadow.
"Ah, I also want to enjoy a vacation sometimes~"
After briefly dismissing a talker who looked to be in high school at most, Vermouth spoke in her usual lazy tone.
Olga rolled her eyes, obviously not accepting what Vermouth said.
She deliberately nitpicked: "Who would hold a parasol when on vacation at the beach?"
Young people nowadays like to bask in the sun, and many of them even lie down on the beach to ensure that every part of their body is fully exposed to the sun.
And Vermouth, who holds up a huge parasol as if afraid of being exposed to the sun, is simply a unique and wonderful thing.
Vermouth smiled, and as usual, she easily dismissed Olga's criticism: "After all, the times are different. Back then, everyone's aesthetic taste was still white skin."
Olga: “…” Taking advantage of your age!
A big part of the reason why Vermouth came to California was to prevent Olga from causing any trouble.
It was natural for Olga to become lawless after returning to the place she was most familiar with. And Amuro Toru, as her current guardian, was obviously unable to control her.
"How do you feel about those three newcomers?" Vermouth looked in a certain direction not far away.
There were three people who didn't fit in with the beach painting style. They were all dressed in black, wrapped up tightly in the hot weather. They were squatting on the beach, groping, as if looking for something.
"Not very good." Olga muttered softly.
“Oh?” Vermouth raised an eyebrow. “Even Gin recognizes the abilities of these three people.”
Olga curled her lips. Gin, the guy who seemed to have rhinitis but still claimed to have a keen sense of smell.
Olga continued to squinting her eyes and basking in the sun, using the same posture as the seals around her.
Vermouth looked at the three newcomers not far away. Because of Olga's words, they had to search the whole beach for a gem.
That's right, when Olga saw the three newcomers, she didn't even listen to their self-introductions. She took off the pink gem that she had just spent more than 60 million US dollars to buy the day before and threw it away casually.
Then, in that extremely unlovely tone, she raised her chin and said slowly, "Oh, my bracelet is missing. Please help me find it."
Vermouth felt that Olga was not in a good mood at the time - of course, a big part of the reason might be because she also came to California.
But the problem is——
"Is this okay?" Vermouth followed, on the one hand to prevent Olga from doing something "big" that would make the boss need a quick-acting heart pill, and on the other hand because Rum had instructed Olga to carefully identify the three newcomers.
This is Olga's "specialty".
"What's wrong with that?" Olga turned over and faced Vermouth with the back of her head, looking like she didn't want to communicate.
"Can you really see anything like this?" Searching for a gem on a beach with so much traffic is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Olga's muffled voice was mixed with the sea breeze and could not be heard clearly, but it still made Vermouth choke. She said -
"At least it can show whether they have the spirit of hard work and perseverance."
Vermouth: “…”
Vermouth shook her head. She had no idea what to do with this difficult child.
After a long silence, the rather bored Vermouth watched the three newcomers walk from one end of the beach to the other, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Alsace?"
Olga didn't answer.
"Arthas, this game is almost over."
Olga remained silent. She lay motionless, looking as if she had fallen asleep in the sun.
Vermouth sighed imperceptibly and used her sharp weapon: "If you wear sunglasses in the sun, be careful of getting 'white circles under your eyes'."
Olga jumped up from the recliner.
White circles under the eyes refer to the area around the eyes that remains white after the whole body has been tanned due to wearing sunglasses and has not been successfully tanned.
That's too scary!
Olga took off her sunglasses and threw them on the beach, but then she was stunned again.
After being stunned for a moment, she glared at Vermouth angrily: "You did it on purpose."
She remembered that she couldn't get tanned at all, so it was impossible for her to have white circles under her eyes even if she sunbathed!
After all, Olga's previous tanning attempts had all failed.
Vermouth was amused by Olga's reaction, but she still brought the topic back on track: "Isn't it time to stop your willful behavior?"
After saying that, she looked meaningfully at the three people who were still busy looking for gems.
Olga sat cross-legged on a beach chair with her arms folded.
"No—I can't—" she drawled. "After all, this gem is worth over 60 million cans of Coke. If it's really lost, that Gin guy will definitely tell the boss about it!"
Vermouth: “…”
In fact, what Vermouth wanted to say was, are you still short of the 60 million yuan that you squandered to fund the organization?
"Forget it," Vermouth said helplessly, "as long as you don't forget the important things."
As for the three newcomers? Just let them do whatever they want. After all, luck is a form of strength. Who had the bad luck to run into Olga when she was in a bad mood?
Olga hummed and moaned, not knowing whether she had listened to Vermouth's words or not. However, Vermouth felt that she must have listened to them, because two minutes later, she heard Olga say:
"In the next few days, send Zero—Bourbon away and ask the boss for any mission you want to carry out."
"Oh?" Vermouth made a meaningful sound.
Olga sounded a little annoyed: "Are you going or not?"
"Go, of course." Vermouth smiled. "I didn't expect you to care so much about that guy, Arthas."
Olga's words indicated that she was going to start carefully "screening" the three newcomers. As for the specific process of screening... she probably didn't want Toru Amuro to know.
Olga fell silent and continued to face Vermouth with the back of her head. Vermouth's smile also disappeared. She adjusted her sunglasses, thinking that this was not a good sign.
Do you know how to maintain your image in front of someone?
However, it would not be a good thing for Arthas to care too much about a ruthless guy like Bourbon.
*
What are the chances that the organization will recruit three undercover agents at once?
Olga felt that this was probably similar to the possibility that she had met Kudo Shinichi three times and murder had occurred each time - very small, but not completely impossible.
Olga and Vermouth spent a long time on the beach looking at each other in silence until Toru Amuro came back from buying drinks.
"Ah, thanks a lot, Bourbon."
Vermouth took the drink in Bourbon's left hand while talking to herself - the drink in his left hand was held alone, while the bag in his right hand contained several other drinks.
"Hey! That's mine!" Olga jumped up from the beach chair.
“What does it matter~” Vermouth sighed after lazily sipping her drink. “Anyway, Bourbon, all the drinks must be selected according to your taste.”
Vermouth was right. Although the cup that Olga specified was taken by Vermouth, Toru Amuro bought the remaining drinks according to Olga's usual taste.
Toru Amuro quickly hugged Olga from behind to prevent her from jumping to Vermouth's side and causing any social news.
"Calm down, calm down, Olya, look, there are other drinks here - or I can go get another one of what you want."
Olga, who was held by Amuro Toru around the waist and in a semi-aired state, was still dancing and looked like she was going to a life-and-death duel with Vermouth:
"Let me go, Lingling! This guy did it on purpose! Today I must—"
"The gem has been found!"
Before Olga could finish her harsh words, three newcomers came back, sweating profusely.
Olga froze in her frantic movements, then quietly patted Amuro Toru, signaling him to put her down. In front of the newcomers, Olga still had to maintain some dignity.
After landing safely on the ground, Olga pretended to clear her throat, and the arrogant and unlovable look of a child returned.
She raised her chin, clearly looking up at people, but it made the three newcomers in front of her feel like they were being looked down upon.
"Is this... the bracelet you lost?"
The only woman among the three stretched out her hands, cradling a sparkling bracelet, clearly child-sized. In the center, an intricately cut pink gem shimmered in the sunlight.
"Ah, you guys are pretty quick at finding things."
Olga took the bracelet from the newcomer and threw it back. Amuro Toru caught it skillfully, then knelt on one knee and put it back on Olga's right wrist.
Olga noticed that he secretly exchanged a glance with one of the three newcomers.
"You seem to be good at dealing with children?" Olga said suddenly, looking directly at the woman who brought the gem.
"Ah, I—" She was obviously stunned by the sudden question and stumbled over her words, "I have a younger brother who is about your age..."
Olga seemed too lazy to listen to her words. Before she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to the guy who exchanged glances with Amuro Toru and said with a forced smile:
"Long time no see, Jingguang."
Olga said the word "Kingmitsu" in her not very fluent Japanese.
As soon as these words were spoken, not only the other two newcomers, but even Vermouth showed an expression of surprise. As for Amuro Toru? He was very calm, not pretending.
"Oh, do you know him?" After being surprised, Vermouth quickly reacted, her eyes moving back and forth between Olga and the man called "Kingmitsu".
"I know him," Olga quickly lost interest after not frightening Zhufu Jingguang. "He treated me to oden before."
Vermouth: “…”
The other two newcomers: "..."
Olga didn't point out that Morofushi Keimitsu and Amuro Toru already knew each other—it wasn't uncommon for families to join the organization. Although Olga still felt a little uncomfortable with that.
Then, at Vermouth's signal, the three newcomers began to introduce themselves.
Among them, a tall, long-haired man called himself "Zhu Xing Dai," and he was twenty-seven years old. His face was a little thin, his bangs curled slightly, and he wore a black knitted hat despite the scorching heat. But that didn't stop him from being a handsome fellow.
Olga listened nonchalantly to Dai Moroboshi introducing himself in his deep, magnetic voice, and suddenly said, "I want that 'Dirty Shirley'!"
The child's clear voice easily drowned out Zhu Xingdai's voice.
Moroboshi Dai's self-introduction was interrupted. Olga took the drink handed to her by Amuro Toru while secretly observing the man who called himself "Moroboshi Dai".
The Dirty Shirley, a drink made with Sprite, grenadine, vodka, and black cherry, tasted sweet. Of course, Amuro bought the non-alcoholic version—Olga was under 21 and couldn't drink.
But Olga's sudden interruption wasn't because she really wanted to drink the drink, but because "Shirley" and "Sherry" sounded similar. And Moroboshi Dai was recommended to join the organization through Shirley's connections.
Olga deliberately pronounced "Shirley" as "Sherry." People often react differently when they suddenly hear something familiar.
As expected, upon hearing the word "Sherry," Zhu Xingdai was slightly startled. But it was only a fleeting moment. Then, he showed an expression similar to embarrassment and turned his head slightly to avoid meeting Olga's gaze.
"Shirley's sister, Mingmei, is my girlfriend."
Olga sipped her drink with a blank face, and she really wanted to tell Moroboshi Dai: Shyness is not an emotion that suits you at all.
Although Zhu Xingdai's acting skills are average, his reactions are quick enough.
Speaking of which, Shirley should be fine, right? Olga thought to herself. Shirley grew up in the organization, so there's no chance of her betraying it...right?
Having said that.
Olga narrowed her eyes slightly as she studied Moroboshi Dai's face, finally fixing her gaze on his eyes. The most impressive thing about this guy was his pair of dark green eyes.
No matter what he looks like on the outside, this guy's eyes are full of coldness and determination.
Next was the only female among the three newcomers, who introduced herself as "Rena Mizunoshi" and was 22 years old. She also had curly bangs similar to Moroboshi Dai's.
When Olga first heard the name, she felt something was wrong. She turned her head to look at Amuro Toru, and sure enough, she saw that Amuro Toru also had a strange expression on his face.
"Hey, Zero Zero."
Olga pulled Toru Amuro's arm and made him bend down, and then began to discuss this issue with Toru Amuro "openly" in front of Rena Mizunashi.
Amuro Toru looked somewhat helpless. He lowered his voice in coordination with Olga, but kept it just loud enough for Rena Mizunashi to hear.
"I just taught you last week, Olya. In Japanese, 'minashi' means 'zero'."
"Oh—is that so? I forgot."
As they spoke, Toru Amuro and Olga were observing Rena Mizunashi's reaction in almost unison.
She was still quite calm. If "Rena Mizunashi" was really a pseudonym, then either she was born with extraordinary psychological qualities, or she had received professional training.
Olga and Amuro Toru echoed each other, and Vermouth frowned. "Hey, what are you two talking about? Please communicate in human language."
Olga stared intently at Rena Mizunashi, not missing a single move she made. She deliberately said loudly, "Replace 'Mizunashi' with 'Zero' and read it again in Japanese."
Vermouth muttered inwardly, but still silently pronounced the name "Zero Reina". Then, she herself was taken aback, and the look she gave Mizunashi Reina immediately changed: "Zero Zero Seven? Huh?"
Mizunashi Rena was visibly more nervous than before. "Maybe my parents prefer 007. To be honest, I'm also curious why they gave me such a name."
She shrugged, looking like she was trying to appear relaxed.
Olga sipped her drink and said nothing.
These three newcomers nominally came to see Vermouth, and it was pointless for her, a child, to say more.
Finally, there was Olga's old acquaintance in a sense - Morufushi Kagemitsu. Olga learned his last name for the first time.
Compared to when they first met two years ago, Zhu Fujingguang looked more mature, with a short stubble on his chin. His upturned phoenix eyes were as gentle as ever, and he didn't show much surprise when he saw Olga.
When Zhu Fushiki Jingguang introduced himself, Olga did not interrupt him, but just lowered her eyes and sipped her drink quietly.
This guy was Lingling's friend, and he still was. Olga realized this, and felt a little distressed. What should she do with him?
*
At seven o'clock in the afternoon, after watching the sunset at the beach, the group walked to Olga's property on the La Jolla waterfront - a three-story house on the hillside by the sea, which is also where she actually grew up.
Even Toru Amuro was here for the first time.
"Welcome home, Lingling!" Olga opened her arms and hugged Amuro Toru.
Her home is naturally Toru Amuro's home.
Amuro Toru smiled and patted Olga's head. She was so eager to share her joy, she was still a child.
Before Olga could say anything else, Vermouth walked through the crowd from behind and headed towards the elevator.
She yawned lightly. "Ah, then I'll go back to my room and rest. Call me for dinner time, Arthas."
This is where Olga grew up, and naturally it is also where Vermouth lived for a long time. She is very familiar with this place and even keeps her own room.
"I have thrown away all your things." Olga was very unhappy with Vermouth's "going home" behavior.
“Really?” Vermouth stood in front of the elevator and waved without looking back, “It’s okay, there’s a shopping mall nearby.”
Olga continued to find fault: "I want Lingling to live next door to me, so you should change rooms."
Vermouth said lightly: "Ah, look, I live in the room on the left of your bedroom. Isn't there another one on the right?"
Before Olga could say anything else, the elevator door opened and Vermouth walked in. At the last second before the elevator door closed, Olga saw her turn around with her usual lazy expression.
Olga: “…”
This makes Olga, who has been trying to "go against" Vermouth, look more like an unreasonable and naughty child.
Olga took a deep breath and told herself that it was okay. At least in front of the three newcomers, there was nothing wrong with looking like a naughty kid. It would effectively lower their vigilance.
*
Amuro Toru went to the kitchen. He was free to move around the house, so he had a complete understanding of its layout.
This kind of house is so big that it can be called a maze. Especially since it is built on the mountain, facing the sea, and has its own garden and private beach.
This is the only building within a radius of more than ten miles. Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows at the highest point of the house, you can't see any people at all, only superb natural scenery.
This place not only has a good environment, but is also an excellent "surveillance point" - if someone really wants to go out and deliver some message, it is basically impossible not to be discovered.
As for the signal? All the places covered by this property are only covered by the signal of the private satellite organization. The signal of ordinary communication providers has no coverage here, even though this is one of the best locations in La Jolla.
At this moment, the owner of the house, Olga, was looking at the three newlyweds with her arms folded.
The four people standing in the hall had different thoughts in their minds, but all had expressionless expressions on their faces.
The three newlyweds secretly observed the layout and details of the house, and Olga watched them with interest.
*
Even though they had heard about the organization's wealth before joining, after spending that day with Olga, the three of them had a deeper understanding of the organization's wealth.
Throwing gems casually, owning an ocean view estate in La Jolla, and the gorgeous style that can be seen everywhere in the estate...
This is just a kid in the organization! Although this kid's identity must be very special, these things are still too exaggerated for a child of this age.
In this world, wealth largely represents power. The richer an organization is, the more difficult it is to deal with.
The three of them couldn't help but start to reflect, was it because the person who first contacted them was Gin that they had a wrong impression of the organization's wealth?
Gin drives an old antique 356A, the kind that can't reach a top speed of more than 140 mph. He wears the same trench coat year-round, and his hairstyle is...
I have to say, this is another beautiful misunderstanding. After all, Olga's spending is so excessive that Gin would have a heart attack and try to report her to the boss.
*
Olga arranged the three newlyweds in three adjacent guest rooms on the second floor.
There were no surveillance cameras in the house, and Olga used this to make them suspicious of each other and monitor each other. After all, even if the organization really recruited three undercover agents at once, it couldn't be that these three undercover agents happened to come from the same agency, right?
If we don't come from the same place and don't have a tacit understanding with each other, then it will be much easier.
*
Early the next morning, Vermouth took Toru Amuro out to carry out a mission in the name of the boss.
Olga slept until she woke up naturally, then went to the restaurant to find food. In the insulated box was the meal that Amuro Toru had prepared for her.
As for the three newcomers who had woken up early but couldn't wait for Olga, so they could only sit in the living room looking at each other in bewilderment? Amuro Toru naturally wouldn't prepare food for them. Plus, Olga didn't like having outsiders like the cook living there, so they had to go hungry.
When Olga walked down the stairs rubbing her eyes and yawning, the best-tempered Morobushi Kagemitsu asked for her consent, went to the kitchen and quickly prepared lunch for three people, becoming the first of the three newcomers to open the new map.
Fortunately, although there is no cook, the house still has a rich supply of food.
"Eh—I didn't realize you're such a good cook."
You can even see some of Toru Amuro's shadow and style in it.
Olga didn't forbid the three newlyweds from using the same table as her, as that would have been too harsh. Of course, the three of them still consciously sat at the other end of the long table, keeping a good distance from Olga.
Even though Olga was still a child, she was an important figure in the organization after all, higher in rank than them. They needed to obey Olga and be wary of her.
Zhu Fujingguang smiled, looking much more pleasant than the other two, who wore stern faces. He explained, "Because I left home at a young age, I have some experience in cooking."
Olga glanced at Zhu Fujingguang, then fell silent again, lowering her head to continue eating her lunch. Although she looked listless, her downcast eyes were extremely clear.
She remembered that Amuro Toru once mentioned that a friend of his taught him a lot about cooking. So, was this friend referring to Morobushi Kagemitsu?
Olga didn't speak, and neither did the other three. They weren't familiar with each other, so naturally there wasn't much to say, especially in front of Olga—the more you said, the more mistakes you made.
Of course, it wasn't that no one tried to get Olga to say something. For example, the strangely named Mizunoshi Reina tried to strike up a conversation with Olga almost from the very beginning.
As for what she said? Olga felt that Mizunashi Rena was an undercover agent trying to get information from her, and she was really treating her like a child.
Tsk, you don’t even know how to use some advanced rhetoric.
Olga ignored the three men's attempts to talk, eating quietly with a blank expression, looking like a child in a bad mood. Over time, the three of them naturally stopped bothering themselves.
Then, there was complete silence at the long dining table.
*
Olga was the last to finish her lunch. The other three naturally couldn't let her wait for them. After all, she was an important member of the organization, far superior to them, who didn't have code names yet.
After the meal, Olga rested her head on her hands, her calm green eyes scanning the three people at the end of the long table. Finally, she suddenly smiled brightly, "Champagne has a mission for you today."
Champagne!
Almost at the moment they heard this word, the pupils of the three people with different expressions shrank suddenly in unison.
Champagne - one of the core members of the organization, notorious and mysterious. He is also their direct superior.
Zhu Xingda looked at the smiling Olga and couldn't help but frowned: "Why did Champagne convey the mission to us through you?"
The other two also turned their attention to Olga.
Regardless, they figured they'd at least get to touch Champagne in person, even if it was just an email from him.
"For reasons like 'maintaining mystery,'" Olga shrugged. "Who knows?"
With that, she unlocked her phone and pushed it forward, and it slid across the wooden table in front of the three of them.
"Well, you can see for yourself."
The three of them exchanged glances, then turned their gazes to Olga's phone. No one picked it up; it lay peacefully on the table, the screen emitting a brilliant white light.
On the screen was an open email from—Champagne.
This can be considered as an indirect email to Champagne, right? The three of them smiled bitterly in their hearts.
However, after reading the email's contents, the three couldn't even manage a wry smile. Their slightly dilated pupils honestly revealed their inner astonishment.
*
"Have you finished reading it? Although it's a purely English email, Vermouth said that your English is very good."
Olga reached out and snatched the phone away. She had walked behind the three of them without them even noticing! Perhaps they were too shocked by the email, but—
It seems that even the children in the organization should not be underestimated.
The person who felt this the most was probably Dai Moroboshi. First there was Shirley, then there was Olga. If he hadn't met Gin, Vermouth, and the others, he would have almost thought the Black Organization was some weird organization that loved employing child labor.
Olga observed the three people's different expressions with great interest, clapped her hands and said, "Well, let's get ready. It's time to set off."
*
The mission arranged by Champagne was actually very simple - to kidnap a mid- to high-level FBI officer who was about to meet with an undercover agent in the organization from a cocktail party.
The only difficulty in this mission was that the security at the reception was very strict. Not only could you not bring in a weapon, but even a controlled knife was out of the question. At the same time, countless FBI agents armed with live ammunition were on standby around the venue.
"So that undercover FBI agent—?"
Olga looked up at Moroboshi Dai with a smile, as if she was talking about today's weather.
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