Blaze 11
Do I just need to wait silently for the results?
Furuya Rei's mind was working fast. There was no necessary upfront investment. If he succeeded, he would gain benefits, and if he failed, he would not suffer any losses. But if he did not follow the conditions proposed by Julian, and regarded Mescal's disloyalty as his accumulated merits in the organization, the evidence he had now could only be regarded as groundless rumors. Not to mention the boss, even Rum, who had always disliked Mescal, might not accept it, and it would be easy to throw a bucket of dirty water on himself.
But why should I go out of my way to warn myself? Wouldn't it be easier for them to act if they knew nothing?
"Hey, what are you thinking about, Bourbon?" Julian's cheerful voice sounded again, perhaps because he hadn't heard Rei Furuya's reply for a long time, "You have nothing to lose no matter how you look at it. It's not impossible to just agree and then regret it..." The boy seemed to be talking to himself or complaining about being ignored. The naive child did not yet have the ability to sympathize with others. His next sentence directly interrupted Rei Furuya's thoughts, "Are you thinking about Scotland? I remember you two were friends?"
Hiro, after his undercover identity was exposed, Furuya Rei had never heard of his existence from anyone in the organization again. No matter if he was codenamed Scotland or alias Kirisaki Osamu, people in the organization would only refer to him as "those rats" with contempt and disdain, as if they were throwing rats cornered in a stove with fire tongs, watching them drag their long tails and turn into ashes in their painful wails, and then revealing a smile that showed that the home was finally clean again.
That was Moruobushi Kagemitsu. Furiya Rei gritted his teeth, his high collar covering the veins on his neck. It only took him a moment to accept the fact that his best friend had died, but he would have to use almost the rest of his life to get used to the feeling of losing him. "Well, we did want to save him," Julian's voice continued, like the snowy screen of a broken TV. The blond young man could hear every word, but still couldn't help staring at the white screen. "But isn't that what undercover work is like? You know Bourbon."
"It is only natural for an exposed undercover agent to make the most of his abilities."
That's enough.
That's enough.
What qualifications do you have to mention him? Why do you mention him? You are still using the communication line with the Neon Public Security Bureau, and you have already reached this position in the organization, Mescal...why?
Just let it happen so that it becomes the cornerstone of your life in the organization.
"If he knew..." Furuya Ling listened indifferently to Julian telling him the facts he knew clearly. His emotions and reason tore him into two people at this moment, a calm bystander and an angry outsider. "Scotland is a very gentle person, he will definitely agree..."
"Okay," Akai Tsutomu, who had been acting as a background board, stopped Julian's desire to continue speaking in time. He glanced at the position of the camera helplessly. The boy probably had that puzzled face again. After all, he really didn't understand why people had to dwell on the past. Do they still need to care about the dead? "Say less, he hasn't replied yet."
"I have nothing to do with that rat," Bourbon said with a formal smile on his face, just like when he was helplessly faced with the fact that the two whiskeys in the same group were proven to be diluted with water. "I also have no intention of hindering Mescal's actions. Please tell him for me."
"If I find out that he has taken any actions that are detrimental to the organization, I will report it directly."
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