Artificial Life 21
In summary, the Russian man's mission is to sell the drugs in his suitcase.
With his good hearing and years of undercover experience, although Furiya Rei did not have the opportunity to use the bug, he still had a general idea of the situation. And as the red team that had just exchanged information, he naturally understood the water plant's plan - the drugs in the suitcase would eventually fall into the hands of the winery, and be brought back to the organization by him, Vermouth and Kil.
But why, Furiya Rei ate the food in front of him with an expressionless face, and actually didn't taste anything. He and Morobushi Kagemitsu who was not far away - the moment he heard the waiter call him "Mr. Kirigo", the change in his eyes made him know that the person sitting at the next table was his childhood friend, not to mention the pseudonym he used, "Ichinose Saku". For a moment, he really wanted to punch Mescal, or pull up a classmate who was lying peacefully and punch him. He was really fed up with this feeling as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat.
What exactly is going on with those drugs? Furuya Rei frowned, his gaze lingering for a moment on the man opposite the Russian. Unlike Vermouth and Akai Shuichi, the former had a superior status and the latter was basically their fellow countryman. Furuya Rei had only heard of Ethan Hondou's existence, let alone seen any video footage.
If it was really the drug developed by Kelver...Jōgō Rei was enjoying his dinner with a tasteless taste. No matter what result the organization hoped for, it would definitely not be effective. The Neon Public Security Bureau dared to conclude so.
Do we just need to wait and see... Rei Furuya recalled what Julian said in his safe house, and the emotions in his eyes were unclear.
Then, report this news to Vermouth.
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"Good day, boss." Rum was in a rare mood today and took the initiative to call Karasuma Renye. Although the latter was reported by his real name, he was old and had faked his death so early that it would take a while to find out who was responsible. He was currently on a ventilator and enjoying the comfort of his bed. "I'm sorry to bother you on such a good day."
"What's the matter, Rum?" The old man sighed. He knew Rum's ambition very well and was willing to support young people like Mescal to suppress him. Of course, if necessary, it was also common to do the opposite. "You are not the kind of person who cares about details."
This was a subtle sarcasm about his lack of courtesy towards his boss. Rum turned a deaf ear to the implicit meaning of the conversation and just continued to talk to himself, "I called you today to ask you a small matter."
"In the past six months, has anyone seen Mescal...ah, I'm not talking about the kind of people who have contacted him over the phone or seen him on the screen, but the members of the organization who have actually seen this person?"
——In other words, in the past six months, is there anyone in the organization who has seen Mescal besides Miravo?
There was inexplicable silence on the other end of the line. Rum waited politely for a response. After a long time, Karasuma Renya seemed to come to his senses and gave a reply.
"No."
"Thank you for your answer," Rum said with a heartfelt smile, and ended the call without hesitation. "I wish you a nice day."
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