"in the bleak mid winter..."
A man dressed as a priest stood in front of Rum's body, holding a Bible, kissing the silver cross on his chest, and whispering softly.
Asakura Nobuaki.
Sakaki Makoto held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him coldly without saying a word.
He finished his prayer, turned around and said:
"Aren't you going to pay your respects?"
"For whom? Rum?"
"To honor those who have passed away."
“That’s your job.”
"Don't you have any remorse at all?"
“Why should I repent?”
Sakaki Makoto was a little surprised and said:
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Right and wrong are just labels. People use them to measure their own interests and selfishness. The standards of judgment vary and are entirely based on subjective consciousness..."
Asakura Nobuaki slowly shook his head, his eyes filled with sorrow:
"When I say repent, I mean the bloody storm that is about to happen. Many people will die. Maybe it's you, maybe it's me..."
"That's why I hate you hypocrites. You say one thing and do another, and you always like to play tricks."
Sakaki Makoto frowned:
"I don't have time to waste with you."
"Who...are you talking to?"
The voice behind him attracted Sakaki Makoto's attention. He turned around and found Bourbon with one eye open, his face extremely pale:
"What bloody storm?"
"Nothing, you just lost too much blood and are hallucinating."
"Oh... Actually, I think I can still be saved... If possible, could you please... call an ambulance for me?"
Bourbon held his stomach and grinned:
"Anyway, Rum is dead, you are no longer a threat..."
"It's a piece of cake to call 120 emergency number, but this is a train, where can I find an ambulance for you?"
Apparently, Bourbon was seriously injured, had become unconscious and started talking nonsense.
There are no emergency medicines on hand, and even if the great doctor Makoto Sakaki were reborn, he would not be able to save Bourbon. Whether he can survive... depends on his personal will.
"Hold on a little longer."
Sakaki Makoto checked the time:
"I'll go to the infirmary and get you some medicine to stop the bleeding."
"....good."
.................................. Two minutes ago.
Bang!
Amid the crisp sound of gunfire, Hattori Heiji's shoulders trembled slightly:
"He...still fired."
"certainly."
With a crash, the door at the connection opened, and Sakaki Makoto walked in, wiping the blood on his hands with a handkerchief. The bloody red blood was particularly eye-catching on the white handkerchief.
He glanced at Hattori Heiji and said calmly:
"Do you think I'll let Rum go?"
Hattori Heiji didn't say anything, but he still hoped so in his heart.
"Brother Hattori, it is certainly right to bring the criminal to justice and let the law punish him, but in certain special circumstances, the law...is not necessarily just, because the one who pronounces the law is also a human being."
"As long as you are a human, you will have emotions and desires, and you will face choices. If the boss bribes and threatens the judge who is responsible for sentencing Rum, what will you do?"
The Black Organization can mobilize special equipment such as RDX military explosives and Apache attack helicopters. Based on this alone, Sakaki Makoto has sufficient reason to doubt the boss' influence in the political arena.
Or... Are there more unknown secrets behind the Black Organization?
Under such circumstances, it would be a foolish thing to hand over the Rum that was caught with great difficulty to the police and the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office.
Who knows if they are in cahoots with each other?
Without the support of the military and political circles, would the Black Organization have developed to its current level?
Sakaki Makoto doesn't dare to gamble, let alone gamble. He will never hand over the right to choose his own destiny to others.
"Brother Hattori, Bourbon has been shot. Go to the infirmary and get some medicine to stop the bleeding. Call some medical personnel over."
Makoto Sakaki said:
"I remember there was a special medical team on this train to deal with emergencies."
"knew...."
Hattori Heiji nodded and left with Kazuha. After they were far away, Sakaki Makoto looked at Akai Mumu who was standing beside him.
"You're not dead."
“Obviously.”
"Since you are not dead, why didn't you contact your family all these years?"
Sakaki Makoto was very curious about this:
"Akai Mari, Akai Shuichi....Don't you care about them at all?"
"On the contrary, it's because I care about them too much that I didn't contact them."
Akai Muwu smiled:
"I am a ghost, a person who died a long time ago. I cannot use the identity of Akai Tsutomu, so I used my connections to disguise myself as Kuroda Heibei. And Mary is a very strong woman. I believe she can take good care of Shuichi and the others."
"But your eldest son joined the FBI and has been tracking down the Black Organization for many years, always on the brink of life and death."
"Yes, I knew about this a long time ago, and even couldn't help wanting to recognize him several times..."
Akai Wuwu sighed helplessly:
"But I am now a senior management officer of the National Police Agency and the boss of the Zero Organization. Many eyes are watching me. Let me ask you, what will happen if a senior official of a Japanese spy organization contacts an FBI investigator?"
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