Chapter 81 Rebellion in the Black Organization
The end of the train incident does not mean the end of everything.
Conan thought that this was already a heavy blow to the Black Organization, but in fact, some people wanted much more than that.
Mitsuki Kotori took the phone tiredly. As the person on the other end of the phone spoke, the light in her eyes slowly brightened. She let out a breath, her expression relaxed, yet with a hint of sadness.
Ianson Legg was right beside her. He asked calmly, "Is it done?"
Mitsuki Kotori nodded and said, "Yes, everyone in the car is coming back, and there is no gin in it."
Ianson asked again, "Where's Hana Nagase?"
Mitsuki Kotori lowered her eyes and sighed, "Nagase-sister... " She shook her head.
"Bang!" Ianson accidentally punched the table. He spat out words from between his teeth: "Didn't we dispatch the FBI and the police? So many people, and they can't do anything to Gin?"
Mitsuki Kotori said: "She persisted until the end and refused to back down."
"Is she a fool?" Ianson couldn't help but exclaimed, "Letting those two parties pass, isn't it to increase the 'tolerance rate'?"
Mitsuki Kotori said: "No one knows what she is thinking. But this is her choice, and we can only respect it."
Ianson looked at her deeply, said nothing more, put away his gaffe, turned around and walked towards the equipment room. He wanted to go on his next hunt. At this moment, only the blood of those people could vent the anger in his heart.
Mitsuki Kotori looked at his back, thought for a moment, and made another call.
In the darkness, someone was speaking slowly: "Gin and the others haven't come back yet."
An obviously mechanically synthesized old voice replied: "How many of them went?"
"Nineteen people went, six of them were codenamed members, including Collins Wine who did not take on this mission and a new kid who just joined. The other one was a new member brought by Cohen, also a new wine. No one came back. There are traces of FBI and Japanese public security activities."
The old voice coughed, like an old gramophone stuck, and he said calmly: "What did the people who lurked in say?"
"They are all elites. We only have two of them. They tried to send a message back to the group, but were intercepted. That kind of weather created a cage that made many things impossible."
“Ahem.” The old man’s voice became even hoarser. He asked, “Are there any problems on our side as well?”
"Yes, there were big problems," the previous person paused and said, "Many people... rebelled."
"Who are they?" The old man's voice was neither hurried nor slow, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
"A lot," the man replied. "Hundreds. There are several codename members as well."
"How can there be so many?" The old man couldn't help but be surprised, but soon, he said in a deep voice: "How is the regular testing done in the organization? Why are there so many exceptions?"
"Boss," the man said with difficulty, "We have always implemented the most stringent physical and mental control. As long as there is a sign, we will get rid of the person without hesitation. But these people are woven into a network. Except for some of them, many of them have handles in the hands of the people above. Even if there are no handles, there will be people who create handles and bring them in, and usually such handles are harmful to the organization. There is no one among them who is indecisive."
"The longest-serving one among them was set up for three years, and was only accepted after a key mission failed the year before last. Once they join, someone will come to cover up for them. After that, they are also responsible for opening the umbrella of protection for other people. Many people are able to survive because of this. There are even a small number of people who are grateful to them for this..."
"What a joke!" The boss could no longer suppress his emotions. He said, "Is this the reason why they have formed a tumor in my organization?"
"Of course," the previous person also said, "They will deal with betrayers in the same way. And their methods are more sharp, swift, fierce and cold-blooded. Once they find any signs, someone will use the mission to kill them silently. Afterwards, a report will be made to ensure that the higher-ups will not find out anything."
The person on the other end of the line huffed and puffed for quite a while.
"That's all." The person reporting the incident was also incredulous. He said in a hoarse voice, "This is the information I got after 'interrogating' a traitor."
No one spoke on the communicator for a long time. The silence was so unbearable that everyone who reported felt the gazes of death on their backs.
"I never thought that there would be such a talent in my organization," the boss regained his composure. He said, "Rum told me that a 'ghost' appeared in the organization. I couldn't believe it before. It seems that I was confused by the good development of the organization in recent years, and I didn't know it because someone had blinded my eyes."
"Boss," the person reporting said, "What should we do now?"
"Doesn't the FBI want our territory?" The boss said overly calmly, "Then give it to them. However," his tone became harsher, full of cruelty and ruthlessness, "If they want it, they should pay the corresponding price! As for the rest," he sighed, "let's shrink it first. Some useless bases and research institutes can be abandoned, leaving only the core part."
The Black Organization was definitely seriously injured this time. It can only be said that if any organization has internal rebellion, this will definitely be one of the most important reasons for their demise. This is much more useful than undercover agents or external attacks, and can be regarded as a model of using one's own strength to defeat oneself.
"Yes, Boss." The reporter said respectfully.
He sighed, but he didn't say anything. The boss probably knew that the lack of news before the operation meant that if the undercover agents lurking in the FBI and the police were not eliminated, they would probably all rebel.
What a good trick! He couldn't help but feel regretful. The person behind the scenes really calculated everything to the extreme. He was like a spider silently weaving a web. Without saying a word, he locked all the people he could use around him. When he was motionless, there was no sound, but when he moved, it was like a lightning bolt. It’s horrifying just to think about it.
At least until now, he still doesn't know who is the mastermind behind this. There must be a person who dominates everything, otherwise they would not be so orderly.
This just proves what Kazeshinori Nomi said on the card: "If a person is determined to hide himself, he will definitely not be exposed because of some inexplicable things."
For those who got into danger because of trivial matters, and then made the predicament bigger and bigger step by step, and then had to be exposed in front of certain people, he could only say, "You guys are having a lot of fun."
The organization strictly examines those who are sent into hostile forces. Not only do they require that their backgrounds be clean, but they are also required to have the highest loyalty to the organization. Therefore, they put a lot of effort into this aspect before there was some improvement. Fortunately, their frequency of renewal was also very fast, which allowed them to replace more people with their own little by little.
Ianson Legg is a typical example. But Mitsuki Kotori is an exception.
She got into the FBI on her own.
Her entanglement with the Black Organization is not about the flower that is caught up in it, but about real enemies.
Her family died in a fire, which was set by the organization to silence them. She should have been one of the people who died in the fire. but……
Her memory went back to more than ten years ago. It was a fire that spread across the prairie. It spread so quickly that it soon set the whole house on fire. It flourished, wreaking havoc and laughing on several corpses and wooden structures like a rampant devil.
Mitsuki Kotori huddled in the cupboard in the house. Outside the gap in the cupboard were the bodies of her dead parents. She covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound or move. The high temperature made her dizzy, and she seemed to see her parents again.
But it’s not. With a "swish", the cabinet door opened, and standing in front of her was a boy who was only a head taller than her. Mitsuki Kotori vaguely remembered that he seemed to be the last one following the group of people. It was them who killed her parents -
Am I going to die too? Mitsuki Kotori thought so.
But the man didn't take any action. Mitsuki Kotori raised her head with difficulty and saw his expressionless face. He just looked at her without any movement. How strange, can't this bad guy laugh, she thought.
There were flames flickering in his pupils, and behind him were falling beams and the crackling sound of burning wood. He looked at her, seemingly thinking about something.
What was he thinking at that time? Mitsuki Kotori always wanted to know.
After a long time, he bent down and carried her out.
Mitsuki Kotori involuntarily clutched his clothes tightly. His arms were cold yet warm, the only thing she could hold on to in this nightmare. He took her and ran quickly in the fire, avoiding one danger after another, until they breathed the first breath of fresh air in the cool night.
He brought her out of the house that was about to be reduced to ashes. In short, he saved her.
After coming out, his pace slowed down again, just like him, always so calm and unpredictable. She looked back over his shoulder and saw the fire behind her filling most of the sky, where all her past was. She turned her head to look at him again and saw that his profile was still calm, as if saving her was not a difficult thing to understand.
Then, they parted ways. Mitsuki Kotori turned sideways and hid behind a wall in a corner. This was an extremely difficult battle. The organization gathered all the remaining forces here to face the FBI's point-breaking attack. She was calm and she knew that this was the day she had been waiting for.
She turned around, seized the opportunity, and with her eyes as firm as a sword, she shot and killed a member of the organization dressed in black with one shot.
"No results yet?" In a top-secret research institute, a doctor in a white coat was rapidly collecting some information. When he heard someone ask, he looked up and saw the icon displayed on the screen. It was BOSS. He said in a panic: "It is difficult to advance the research on cursed spirits. This is a creature that is purely composed of energy. Logically, it should not be generated. In addition, ordinary people cannot see them, which has caused great trouble for our research..."
"I just want results!" the other side shouted. He was startled after interrupting the bald doctor's nonsense, and then hurriedly said: "Human transformation into cursed spirits is a very troublesome topic. I need more test subjects. It would be even better if there are ones as strong as the silver-haired man last time. His mental strength will definitely allow him to wake up after being cursed. There are also sorcerers. These people are the mortal enemies of cursed spirits. If I can study one or two of them..."
"Enough!" The man behind the screen became annoyed. Losing Gin was like losing his most powerful arm, making it impossible for him to accomplish many things. "What about the severed finger?" he asked. "What did you gain?"
The doctor said ashamedly: "Without breaking the seal, I can only say that it is a shriveled finger, but I can detect that there is a huge energy hidden under its appearance. It is very similar to spiritual energy. I boldly guess that it is actually alive." His eyes are shining, that is the light of seeking knowledge: "Yes, that finger is alive, and it has more active energy than all of us..."
"Bang!" There was a huge explosion outside. The doctor stopped talking with some regret and picked up the most important information and research assets. He hurriedly said: "It would be better if you could send it earlier. Now I have to go..." He hurriedly wanted to escape through another secret passage. Around him were people sent by the organization to monitor and protect him.
But he didn't have time to rush out, because the people came too fast and were invincible. The defenses set up outside by the organization were like paper to him. He arrived like a meteor, high above, looking down on everyone: "Go, where are you going?"
The people protecting him shot at him immediately, but the bullets seemed to bounce off an invisible shield and fell down in front of him. "How is this possible?" The people in the organization couldn't believe it. Panic surged in their hearts and fear was evident on their faces.
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