Chapter 280: If the missing engineer hadn't been sure they were on the same page...
night.
Inside Itakura Taku's rental house.
The landline phone rang suddenly.
Shinichi Kudo was holding the transformation bow tie and picked up the phone after it rang for a while.
"Hello?"
"Itakura Taku, what are you doing?" Vodka's voice came from the other end. "You're not answering the phone, you're not replying to emails, and tomorrow night is the delivery time!"
"Of course I know!" Kudo Shinichi said, "Because the delivery is tomorrow night, you guys shouldn't bother me at this time!"
Vodka snorted.
"I have something to ask you this time. Is there an online friend you haven't met in person and haven't been in touch with recently? That person is really worried about you and came to the Benzhu company to look for you!"
"We've never met, how would I know?" Kudo Shinichi feigned a bit of irritation. "Why do you know this? Didn't we agree that I'd develop software for them and you'd stay out of my life? Stay out of my privacy!... Seriously, you horrible people... I shouldn't have trusted you from the beginning..."
"Hey, Itakura Taku, we don't have—"
"Vodka." Another voice came from the phone.
It's gin.
Kudo Shinichi became nervous.
"How long have you been offline?" Gin asked as soon as he got the phone.
——How long will the Internet be disconnected?
Kudo Shinichi was stunned for a moment.
He hadn't expected Gin to ask that question.
The question is, when did Taku Itakura start locking himself in the room and focusing on software?
This question is very dangerous.
If his answer is different from the time the organization knows, his disguise will be exposed.
Not only will the operation agreed upon with the FBI fall through, but Sister Lin might also...
No, now is not the time to think about this.
Kudo Shinichi, think about it quickly, Itakura Taku must have stated somewhere the time he was offline...
The diary didn’t mention it… My uncle’s three clients were mentioned in their confessions!
"Three months," Kudo Shinichi replied quickly. "Why, is there some news happening in Japan that I must know?"
"...Nothing." Gin said, "Finish your software as soon as possible."
"If you don't produce results by the deadline, you know the consequences."
With a beep, the phone hung up.
Kudo Shinichi let out a sigh.
It was a close call, I was almost exposed.
As expected of Gin, he's quite perceptive.
Sister Lin’s side should be sorted out, right?
I really hope I can find Itakura Taku sooner...
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On the other side, Gin returned the phone to Vodka.
"Big brother." Even someone as slow as Vodka could sense something was amiss. "Is there something wrong with Itakura Taku? Or is there something wrong with that woman Sunte mentioned?"
Gin didn't answer. He was already sure that the person on the other end of the line wasn't Itakura Taku.
After knowing that Lin Xi had come today and logged into Sunte's account to search for Itakura Taku, Gin became suspicious of Itakura Taku.
The netizen’s excuse is obviously the one he made, but it is possible that it is true that he has not been able to contact him for a long time.
Today he called the landline in Itakura Taku's rental house, and the person who answered the phone had the same voice as Itakura Taku.
But let alone using voice changers, there are also many people in the organization who can fake their voices.
So he asked the other party how long he had been offline.
"Itakura Taku"'s answer was three months.
But the last time the organization emailed him without receiving a response was a month ago.
The person opposite is not Itakura Taku.
Who could that be? Gin's mind naturally emerged with someone who pretended to be a good citizen with a malicious smile.
It was her who did it again.
A long-lost feeling of helplessness welled up in his heart.
So, is the action figure placed on his car today an apology for making him work overtime?
He opened the door. Standing outside was a middle-aged man, completely bald on top, with only the hair on the sides pulled back in a futile attempt to cover the large lightbulb on his head.
Seeing the door open at this moment, the man lowered his head tremblingly, daring only to look at the tip of Gin's shoes.
"Explain." Gin said briefly, "Why did you allow an ordinary person to see something related to the organization?"
"Mr. Gin...I'm so sorry!"
The man's knees weakened and he actually knelt down, causing Gin to frown in disgust.
"My good-for-nothing son was seduced by that woman... She deliberately approached my son, hoping to get information from the organization through him! Mr. Gin, please give me a chance to deal with that woman myself!"
Vodka shuddered.
I feel that the murderous aura on my elder brother is even stronger.
He glanced at the man kneeling on the ground with pity.
Suente, you're on your own—you must have offended the big brother somewhere without knowing it.
"Idiot." The voice coming from above his head was light, but it carried a sharp murderous intent, causing Su Ente to sweat uncontrollably.
He quickly knelt straighter.
"Get your good-for-nothing son out of here, Clumsy." Gin said, "Next time something like this happens, you'll get out with him."
"You're too old and too comfortable, Sunte. The steady life day after day has worn down your vigilance and your skills. Any new recruit from the organization could easily take you down."
"But the organization doesn't need trash." The gun was unsheathed like a sword, pointed at the kneeling man's forehead.
Under the threat of death, Sunte trembled with fear.
I’m dying… I’m dying…
What will happen to Taicang if he dies?
He is just a child!
It's all that woman's fault...
Gin looked down at the man with the gun and immediately saw what he was thinking.
His hand pressing the trigger felt itchy, and he really wanted to execute the man right there.
But it’s not possible now - Clumsy Company still needs a core member to look after it, and the organization is short of manpower right now.
Gin was a little annoyed.
That's why he hated fools. They had brains like worms, always believing what they believed, and asking them to think critically was like asking a fish to fly like a bird.
"You don't need to worry about this anymore." He said impatiently, "Continue to be your supervisor and don't think about doing anything tricky."
He sheathed his gun and strode over to Sunte, leaving the exhausted man shaking like a sieve.
"Itakura Taku is suspected to be missing." Back in the car, he sent the edited email.
"Got it." The other party replied, "How far has the boss investigated?"
Gin sneered. How did he know?
Agreeing to cooperate with this guy was already his biggest concession. Expecting him to report to her all the time? Impossible.
"You should pay attention to your software," Gin replied. "You shouldn't have given up monitoring him then. Now he's gone, what's going to happen to the software?"
"Haha, what's the rush?" The other party's reply was nonchalant, making Gin furious.
"Software is the foundation of our partnership, Vermouth," he said. "If the software isn't produced before *that time*, I will kill you with my own hands."
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
…She’d better have it.
This woman's mysticism is still so disgusting.
If Gin wasn't sure that she agreed with him in her attitude towards that person, he would never agree to cooperate with her.
"Brother, where are we going now?" Vodka asked, "Should we send someone to monitor Lin Xi?"
After asking this question, he saw his eldest brother laugh inexplicably a few times.
"No need." Gin leaned back in his chair and exhaled a puff of smoke.
Spying on her? Haha, are you worried she's too bored so you want to entertain her?
There are already few people, what should we do if she kills us?
As for Itakura Taku and that deal...it was just a childish game of playing house.
But since she wanted to play, he would play with her.
"Call Itakura Taku tomorrow to confirm the transaction location," he said. "He'll probably change the location and time at the last minute. The location is up to him, but the time must be two hours earlier than he requested."
"Okay, big brother!"
Vodka didn't understand, but Vodka did it.
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July 23rd, early morning.
Lin Xi woke up from feeling cold all over.
She took a deep breath and calmed her breathing.
I looked at the time and it was only five o'clock.
It's still two and a half hours until my normal wake-up time.
She moved her body. The cold feeling came from her sweat. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, and her hair on her forehead was stuck to the side of her face.
39 hours after she took the medicine, the familiar discomfort returned.
Lin Xi closed her eyes, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and changed her dirty clothes.
"You think you can get rid of me?"
In the mist, the voice of "Lin Xi" sounded like a mockery, and also like a declaration of hatred.
Lin Xi ignored her, dried her hair, and unscrewed the medicine bottle again.
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The screen lit up, interrupting Lin Xi's preparations for a nap.
"The undercover agent has been found." This was the email from Amuro Toru, along with the information about the organization's undercover agent in the public security.
The undercover agent's code name is Bacardi, and he is the Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department.
To be able to climb to this position, Bacardi is really a capable person - three years and three years later, if he doesn't close the net, he will become the boss.
Lin Xi yawned.
"Are all police officers so hard-working? Why are they staying up so late?"
The other party didn't seem to expect her to reply so quickly, and paused for a moment: "Aren't you asleep too?"
"I was woken up by your message." Lin Xi lied without blushing.
"...Sorry. Please continue sleeping. I won't disturb you."
"I'm awake now, but I can't fall asleep again."
Lin Xi didn't care whether the person on the other side of the screen would feel guilty about what she said, and sent an email to Gin:
"Baccarat has been exposed. Deal with him."
Gin also replied immediately: "Got it."
Lin Xi couldn't help but sigh that the night in Japan was really wonderful. There were always people who were not afraid of the dark and stayed up late with dark circles under their eyes.
She put her phone down, turned over and went back to sleep.
She doesn't care about justice or who Bacardi is. She just wants to put the chess pieces where they should be and maintain a balance before the storm comes.
Bacardi just happened to be the kind of pawn that wasn't expected.
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