Chapter 84, Twentieth Round (3)
"Instructor Carlo."
The tall, blond man turned around and met a pair of familiar, upturned blue cat eyes.
The man who walked out of the training room was a very gentle and refined-looking black-haired man with an oriental charm, who seemed completely out of place in this bloody, dark, and violent place.
But in reality? Midorikawa Hikaru is the most dangerous and terrifying person among this group of newcomers. He appears to be tall and slender, but hidden under his loose clothes are muscles strong enough to easily snap a human neck.
What's most unsettling is that even he sometimes can't tell when the other person is acting and when they're genuinely expressing their feelings.
"Midori." He was somewhat surprised. "You've been training alone until this late?"
Hikaru Midorikawa smiled and said, "Even if you successfully join the organization, you can't relax at all. After all, the newcomers in the organization are all quite capable, and I feel a little pressure too."
Carlo waited until he got closer before continuing forward: "It's good to work hard. In the organization, you'll die if you don't work hard, but you'll also die if you stand out too much. Remember, the danger here is on a completely different level than the yakuza organization you were in before, so don't risk your life because of some pointless curiosity."
"So this is one of the reasons why the instructor, who is so skilled, didn't get a code name?" Midorikawa Hikaru asked curiously.
No, it's because he's an FBI undercover agent whose mission is to send back intelligence on new recruits and to bring in new undercover agents at appropriate times.
Moreover, even following the established procedures, it would be impossible to obtain a code name within the organization in three years; one must do something more conspicuous to catch the attention of higher-ups.
But that would increase the risk of exposure and death.
“You could say that,” Carlo said. “After all, I’m different from you young people; I’ve lost my drive. This is good enough.”
He didn't want to dwell on that, so he changed the subject, saying, "Where's Moroboshi? The higher-ups are planning to train you two as sniper partners, right? Why didn't you train together today?"
Hikaru Midorikawa shrugged helplessly: "He's going on a date with his girlfriend, and her sister is coming too. She'll definitely be testing him, so we have to take this seriously."
Carlo chuckled. "I thought he'd gotten into trouble with Bourbon again."
“Bourbon seems to be teaming up with Vermouth lately, so he probably doesn’t have time to play anymore,” Midorikawa Hikaru said casually.
Carlo glanced at him: "You're a newcomer who hasn't been in the organization long, yet you know so much about the high-ranking codenamed members?"
Hikaru Midorikawa's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Actually, Bourbon and I are in contact; he told me that himself."
Carlo: "..."
Carlo asked incredulously, "You should know, right? Everyone who gets involved with Bourbon ends up in a bad way. He approached you just to get information from you about Moroboshi Dai, right? Does Moroboshi Dai know about this?"
“He knows,” Hikaru Midorikawa smiled, putting his hand to his lips. “The way they argue is quite amusing, and I’m also very curious about Bourbon, given the incredible rumors surrounding him within the organization…”
The two had already left the base. Carlo turned around, grabbed his shoulder, and frowned, saying, "Midori, do you know what kind of people you're messing with? Going to find Bourbon just because of your twisted sense of humor and curiosity, are you courting death?"
“Since you’ve heard the rumors about Bourbon, you know that he does seem to be tolerant and generous in reaching out to many lower-level members and helping them, but that always comes at a price.” Carlo’s expression was very serious. “Bourbon does not like killing, but that’s because he values the living more. Anyone who offends Bourbon will suffer a fate worse than death and will not be able to escape. In the end, they will all become his puppets.”
"Instructor, how about you have a little more faith in me?" Midorikawa Hikaru sighed.
“You really don’t understand how terrifying Bourbon is. I know his appearance is very deceptive, but you have to know that he has a terrible record in the organization, and he’s also the fastest person in the organization’s history to get a codename. Even though I’ve only met him once, the moment I looked into his eyes, I even… never mind, if you really want to play this dangerous game, I can’t stop you at all. After all, I’m just a rookie instructor.” Carlo frowned and sighed.
He certainly wasn't trying to stop this stubborn butterfly from rushing into the spider web out of kindness. After all, he didn't need to really care about the safety of such a talented and twisted member of the organization.
His main concern was that the alliance between Midorikawa Hikaru and Bourbon would make Moroboshi Dai's situation even more dangerous and difficult.
However, since that's the case, it wouldn't hurt to try and get more information about Bourbon from Hikaru Midorikawa.
Bourbon is far too dangerous, and being an intelligence agent, he's also set his sights on Dai Moroboshi—their FBI's outstanding agent, Shuichi Akai.
With all these debuffs stacked up, Bourbon was even more terrifying than Gin to them, who were undercover agents.
Ever since that eye contact with Bourbon, he has even had nightmares occasionally, dreaming of that blond, dark-skinned youth with a dangerous smile, who then slowly reveals his undercover identity.
That gaze that seemed to see right through him and that knowing smile that seemed to know everything was truly terrifying.
It wasn't a danger with murderous intent, but rather the unknown and belated terror of a large feline cruelly toying with its prey without intending to kill him immediately, merely watching him from the shadows.
After saying goodbye to Midorikawa Hikaru, who recklessly offered himself up to Bourbon, Carlo drove home to rest.
The car was normal, pedestrians and traffic were normal, there were no strange people near the building, the front door was normal, the keyhole was normal, the thin thread was torn when he opened the door, the cookies under the carpet were not crushed, and there were no signs of forced entry in the room...
Carlo breathed a sigh of relief, loosened his tie, and threw himself onto the sofa.
"Ding-dong—" My phone suddenly received an email.
Carlo took out his phone and opened it.
[Carson Davis, FBI Investigator, hello.]
Carlo's hand froze upon seeing just the first line of text.
Words like "fell into an ice cave," "heart stopped," or "struck by lightning" are insufficient to describe his nightmarish feelings. He abruptly stood up, grabbed his gun, and continued looking down.
[Nice to meet you, I am Sakura, an invisible being who exists to cleanse this world of all its injustices and darkness, the embodiment of justice.]
Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, no one can find me, because I don't exist in the real world.
I'm not a bad person, nor am I part of the organization. Your undercover identity hasn't been exposed yet.
Believe me, I really admire the police officers who fight against darkness. As a partner of justice, I will definitely save you and ensure your family is safe.
Carlo's eyes, which had just calmed down, suddenly widened.
What does it mean that his undercover identity has not yet been exposed? And what about his family?
And it's cherry blossoms? Is it the cherry blossom he knows?
That super-chuunibyou hacker who gave the organization a long-term headache and even drove Bourbon to join the organization?
It does look like it should be the cherry blossom, but the cherry blossom's main partner... isn't it the country's police?
This was the entire text on the first page. Carlo immediately flipped down and found a large section more.
Two years ago, your son showed you old photos to passersby asking if they had seen you before. Now, he has even secretly run away from home to Japan to look for you, without telling your wife.
Most importantly, that photo happened to be used as background in a selfie taken by a passerby and uploaded online, which Bourbon then discovered. He has already become suspicious of your identity and started investigating based on the photo.
Carlo broke out in a cold sweat.
He was right!
[However, before Bourbon investigated your family, I discovered his actions and destroyed all the key links in the trail. Bourbon won't find any evidence that you're an undercover agent for the time being.]
Carlo sat back on the sofa, completely exhausted, propping his forehead with one hand and gritting his teeth as he continued reading.
This is only temporary. Your information was leaked two years ago, and it's too late to remedy it now. I'm not sure how many people have seen and downloaded that photo.
In fact, not only bourbon, but vodka almost got caught as well.
Once Vodka finds out, he'll definitely tell Gin immediately. You probably already know what kind of treatment your wife and son will suffer, right?
Ah, he and Gin are quite familiar with each other, and he knows Gin's style very well.
They'll probably arrest his wife and children first, investigate and interrogate them thoroughly, and then arrest him.
No, he's an instructor at the new recruit training camp. Gin will definitely suspect that he's smuggled other undercover agents in. He might just make an example of him in front of the other new recruits and interrogate them based on their reactions.
At that time, even if someone pleads for mercy simply because they have a good relationship with him, they will most likely be shot by Gin.
Because Gin has always had this "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free" attitude, especially when dealing with newcomers without codenames.
He couldn't imagine what would happen to his wife and children if they fell into Gin's hands.
Now your wife and children have come to this country, and the police are guarding them to protect their safety.
If you don't believe me, I can have you have a video call later.
I do not recommend sending them back to that dangerous environment where information was leaked. The best approach is to have them become part of a witness protection program and live here secretly under different identities.
After all, this country is safer.
However, while we genuinely wanted to help because we didn't want to see the undercover agent and your family, who were fighting against the darkness, die like this, this help wasn't free.
When the conditions were finally discussed, Carlo breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Davis, you are an excellent undercover agent with three years of experience in the organization. You are also an instructor in charge of training new recruits. Even without a code name, you possess extremely valuable intelligence resources.
It's practically like a guide in a beginner's village; this is a very important role.
Therefore, we have decided to cooperate with you.
In exchange for protecting your identity and that of your family, could you share intelligence about your organization with me, and with the police force behind me?
Carlo frowned.
Although not unexpected, he was still caught in a dilemma.
Even though they are now allies with the same goal of destroying the organization, there are still significant barriers between different countries, and even between different agencies within the same country. Sharing intelligence is simply impossible, just like the FBI and CAI in the United States, who are cooperating but also constantly fighting each other...
Isn't that the case even with Japan's National Police Agency and Metropolitan Police Department?
Even different agencies within the same country can secretly fight for the same goal, often leading to mistakes. Sharing intelligence between defense agencies of different countries is simply a pipe dream.
Although I've always found it strange that partners with a shared goal of justice would still deceive and scheme against each other, even when the world is about to be destroyed, they would prioritize their own country's interests, turning a blind eye to the tragedies unfolding before them or even gloating over them, even though all people in the world, regardless of race, bleed the same red blood...
In conclusion, considering that the reality of the three-dimensional world is such a hopelessly ridiculous world, I'll say a few more words at the end.
This cooperation doesn't mean you have to betray the FBI. It just means that while you're infiltrating the organization, you'll obtain intelligence and pass it on to the FBI, and at the same time, you'll also pass it on to us.
This is merely a collaboration between us and you personally regarding intelligence on the Black Organization. We do not seek FBI intelligence, it has nothing to do with the FBI itself, and it will not harm your country's interests.
If you encounter a conflict between the FBI and the police, it's perfectly fine to prioritize the FBI's side.
In that case, would you be willing to cooperate with us? Agent Carson.
--Cherry blossoms】
*
Today marks the fourth month since Dai Moroboshi joined the organization.
It was also an important day for him to receive his third paycheck. After working hard overtime for three months, he finally saved up 1 million yuan through his salary and task bonuses.
Why is this day considered important?
Because, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will finally be able to openly and legitimately get rid of Bourbon's entanglement.
Although the staged accident scared Bourbon, who was sleep-deprived and in a daze, causing the car accident, Bourbon wasn't seriously injured, was he? Not only did the staged accident, which involved a month of hospitalization for a concussion, swindle him out of all his money, but the perpetrator also demanded 1 million yuan in compensation for emotional distress.
Moroboshi couldn't possibly come up with 1 million, and Bourbon, while hospitalized, deliberately spent lavishly, hoping to swindle all the money he had.
Not only that, but Bourbon has been relentlessly targeting him as if they had a blood feud just because he embarrassed him. No wonder that guy has such a bad reputation in the organization.
You have to understand, given Bourbon's vicious tactics, if it weren't for his keen insight and great strength, everyone else would have died countless times.
If a codename member messes with a newcomer, especially someone as highly valued as Bourbon, who is a brains of the organization, even if they just find some excuse to kill Moroboshi Dai, no one except Gin will care.
Gin thought Moroboshi Dai had excellent sniping talent and wanted to cultivate outstanding talents for the organization. He had already planned to combine Moroboshi Dai and Midorikawa Hikaru into the Action Group, so he told Bourbon not to go too far.
However, thanks to Bourbon, Dai Moroboshi is infiltrating deep into the organization at an astonishing speed.
But that's about it now. All that's left is to improve my strength and accumulate achievements. I don't need any more strange reputations.
Akemi is indeed a good girl and shouldn't have been dragged into such a dangerous situation by Bourbon.
"A million, it's all here."
The long-haired man wearing a knitted hat handed a suitcase to the blond youth in front of him, and said impatiently in a deep voice, "You mentioned compensation for emotional distress, Bourbon. I hope that after you accept it, you won't do any more childish acts of revenge to disturb my life."
The young man called Bourbon has dazzling short blond hair and dangerous dark skin. He also has an adorable baby face that can easily deceive countless people, and innocent droopy eyes, which often makes people overlook his 1.8-meter height and the incredibly strong muscles hidden under his clothes that can make him hit people with great force.
He glanced at the neatly arranged banknotes in the box for only about 0.2 seconds before quickly looking away without a care.
Then, Bourbon gradually revealed an extremely malicious and provocative smile to him.
"Did I say 1 million was in yen?" he asked.
Dai Moroboshi: "..."
Moroboshi Dai's hand, which was holding a cigarette and about to light it, froze.
Bourbon continued with a malicious laugh: "You probably already know I'm talking about dollars, right?"
To deal with those bastards from the FBI, you definitely need US dollars.
Moroboshi frowned, thinking that Bourbon meant that he looked like a blond, dark-skinned foreign mixed-race person, and that he was used to using US dollars as his currency.
But he still felt that Bourbon had deliberately changed his mind at the last minute to trick him.
Dai Moroboshi sneered instantly: "One hundred million yen? Why don't you just rob a bank?"
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