The Rebellion of Inheritance - Mason Wheatley12
Even a winery with great power and vision cannot control the laws of nature. It will take some time for the planes from Curacao and Vermouth to arrive, so Toru Amuro can only seize the time and organize information with his childhood friends.
Of course, these two people would not dare to discuss openly in a foreign country. Mescal's all-pervasive technical capabilities are truly top-notch.
"The CIA has started to take action," said Toru Amuro, maintaining a cold and distant attitude. "It seems that they are planning to contact Svir. Previously, it was just protective surveillance."
"Not surprising," Zhu Fujingguang maintained the image of a good guy. He had just used a bullet to mix up a person's brain. "Did Mescal tell you our goal this time?"
Toru Amuro nodded. Swell had been on leave for the past two days, so they changed the surveillance location. "Swell stole a piece of data nineteen years ago," which contained a lot of core data about the winery. "He faked his death with the help of the FBI, but disappeared afterwards. The FBI believes that he died in the organization's revenge..."
But after many years, the CIA found the person. They probably thought it was someone hidden by the FBI. Zhu Fujingguang was silent for a while, a little speechless about this situation. "What else did Mescal say?"
"He said, next," Amuro Toru recalled the cold electronic synthesized voice and narrowed his eyes, "just wait for instructions."
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"It's another little mouse," the charming blonde beauty was lying on the bar, the long journey had left some fatigue in her eyes, "No, or rather, the mouse from nineteen years ago has been resurrected again."
"Curaçao," Vermouth turned to the silver-haired woman with great interest, "Is there no news from Rum?"
Compared to Vermouth's glamorous outfit, Curacao looked much neater and tidy, wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers. He looked like an office lady who had just got off work. He answered the question in a serious manner, "Sorry, no comment."
Curacao's attitude is the same as Rum's attitude. Furuya Rei and Morobushi Keimitsu in the corner know that this is not the occasion for them to speak, so they can only silently collect information through the conversation between the two.
Nineteen years ago, an undercover agent appeared, but it should not be Swell, otherwise Mescal would have directly instructed to deal with the rat. Swell should be on the side of the contact person, in the same camp as the CIA, but later he switched to the FBI without telling the CIA and faked his death...
As his thoughts raced, Furuya Rei brought on the character of Amuro Toru again, "Mescal asked us to confirm the data that Svir was carrying..." He smiled and nodded at the two beauties with different temperaments, "He instructed us."
"Sneak in and kidnap Max Swell, and force him to tell you where the information is."
But why didn't he hand over the data from 19 years ago that year? Furuya Rei frowned slightly. It seemed that only he and Morobushi Kagemitsu had this question. What happened to the organization 19 years ago...
It would involve both the FBI and the CIA, and have the relationship between Mescal and Rum reach such a point.
In addition, when Fūya Rei thought of Morobushi Kagemitsu behind him, the smile on his face became even gentler.
What is the matter that requires the special appointment of two newcomers with no faction and no foundation?
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