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"So what's going on now?"

The bar inside the organization seemed quieter than usual. A member dressed in black was sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand. He looked relaxed but lowered his voice and asked the bartender.

As he finished speaking, the bar grew quieter. Everyone lowered their voices in tacit agreement, and their eyes turned toward the bar.

"Are you referring to that person's situation?" The bartender's sharp fingertips gradually cut the crystal clear ice into circles, and pointed out the other party's unspoken problem in a calm tone.

He naturally knew what these people were thinking. Since that incident, countless people had come to inquire about the same issue. No matter how hard they tried to suppress the gossip within the organization, these people were not so blind as to not see the heavy losses. The news that Grappa had taken action had also been known to those who were more informed, but the ambiguous attitude of the top leaders of the organization made everyone a little hesitant.

The bartenders in the organization's internal bars have always been part-time members of the Intelligence Department, and the bartender this time is no exception. He holds a high position in the Intelligence Department and had just received new instructions this morning. Now, seeing those looks that could not be concealed, he simply did not hide the news that was about to be made public.

"That person is still a code member, but I think you should know that the organization will not tolerate traitors."

This sentence really made the man in black frown. Everyone knew that the organization would not tolerate traitors, but they were still codenamed members...

Is there no punishment for doing this?

“Squeak—”

The sound of the bar's solid wooden door interrupted the atmosphere. A man in a black suit pushed the door open and walked in. Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and nodded slightly to show respect.

However, the visitor did not have the sweet smile on his face as usual, and there was only a hint of indifference in his purple-grey eyes. Bourbon, who took over Rum's position, has truly reached a position second only to the BOSS of the organization now that Gin is seriously injured, Vermouth's whereabouts are mysterious, and Silvani is in the laboratory again. His seemingly approachable appearance in the past is now covered by an arrogant and indifferent attitude, leaving people to gossip in secret and say that they had long guessed that he was just pretending before.

However, even if it was jealousy, when the organization was in crisis, Bourbon did indeed turn the situation around and maximized the strength of the organization. He also quickly filled the vacancies and took the opportunity to replace a large number of problematic members.

As for whether those promoted members are Bourbon's way of developing their own power, so what? The black organization without legal constraints will only be more direct in eliminating dissidents. It may even be a tacit unspoken rule. As long as it is not too blatant, even the boss will not say anything. Otherwise, they will be suspected of having ulterior motives.

For those who are not high-level members, it is nothing more than Rum's people being replaced by Bourbon's people. Now that it is clear that Bourbon is on their side, they don't even have to worry about being on the wrong side. In short, everything is still the same. It is all an internal matter of the organization. It is impossible that the people replaced by Bourbon are all undercover police officers or something.

"It's still the same," the man with warm blond hair said, seeming to have returned to some of the past feelings. He simply looked at the people present and walked towards the bar. However, the bar was quieter, with occasional crisp sounds of ice cubes hitting glasses intertwined with the melodious music.

The only man sitting at the bar, who was just asking the bartender for news, suddenly froze. Not only did he feel stressed by the arrival of Bourbon, but he also caught a glimpse of a figure in his peripheral vision.

A man also dressed in black with a high collar covering the lower half of his face followed behind Bourbon. His white hair would make others hesitate about his identity for a moment, but for this man, the outfit that only revealed his eyes made the memories buried deep in his mind suddenly emerge - as a code member who was recently promoted, he was originally at the bottom and had the "fortune" to work as Grappa's subordinate for several days. He was also one of the few survivors who had not been injured to the point of being unable to move, but he still needed to go to the organization's internal psychological counseling regularly to try to forget that memory.

However, at this moment, he suddenly met those eyes that left a deep impression on him, as if nothing could be reflected in them. His body trembled instinctively, and he even forgot about Bourbon beside him. His teeth chattered as he subconsciously said:

"Grappa...sir..."

In this quiet space, this whispered call was like thunder. Along with a few rapid breaths, everyone's attention was instantly shifted to the white-haired man.

Is this really grappa...?

No one dared to ask.

No one would think that Grappa, who was suspected of betrayal, killed a bunch of important members and then went to get a haircut and dyed it fashionable white and came back. Even the dumbest people would notice the strangeness of Grappa, and their eyes quietly turned to Bourbon, trying to get an answer.

"sit down."

Ignoring the inquiring glances, the blond man sat at the bar and said casually without even looking at Grappa. The bartender promptly handed over the other party's usual drink, a glass of bourbon, and then continued his work without looking around, and pricked up his ears.

Bourbon came from the Intelligence Department. As a bartender in the Intelligence Department, he had many exchanges with the other party. At this time, out of the instinct of an intelligence officer, a lot of analysis had flashed through his mind and he tried to get more information.

The answer he gave just now was nothing but the unified rhetoric of the intelligence department. To be more specific, he could only get the information that Grappa was sent to Silvani. Looking at Grappa's appearance now, he must have suffered a lot of torture. Thinking about Grappa's past in the laboratory and those rumors, does the Grappa he sees now still have self-awareness?

The price of betrayal is more terrible than death... Is this the message that the boss wants to convey? Anyone who can work in the intelligence department can't be too stupid. The obvious situation now has made him actively line up and replace the titles in his mind, and actively want to do something to prove his worth.

Speaking of which, the boss had some disputes with Grappa before, and now that the other party has become like this, if he wants to establish his authority now...

Various information flashed through the bartender's mind quickly. He wanted to say something as if he understood, but he was met with the cold eyes of the boss he had just recognized, as if he was looking at a dead person. The bartender felt his hands and feet cold in an instant, and then he clenched his teeth tightly.

No, very wrong.

The new boss's attitude clearly shows that he doesn't want to use Grappa's experience to establish the authority of the organization.

He saw Grappa, who had heard the words, sat down obediently on the other side of the blond man, and looked calmly at himself standing opposite him mixing cocktails. He felt that the amount of wine in his hand was so tense that he couldn't control it. But soon, he realized that the other party's distracted eyes were obviously not looking at him, but more like a dazed state. Was it because of the experiment? The bartender, who had no time to think carefully, received another glare from Bourbon, and his hands immediately sped up as if to prove that his attention was on mixing cocktails.

"Make a non-alcoholic drink." The voice of the blond man rang in his ear, reminding the bartender of the day when Bermode brought Grappa to drink. He remembered that Grappa... would not drink any alcoholic beverages.

The bartender started to mix the cocktail skillfully, and within a few minutes a glass of light red cocktail was pushed in front of Grappa. Intelligence personnel often have good memories, so they naturally remembered that Lord Grappa had mentioned delicious drinks, and they also remembered very clearly the outrageous and yet gradually reasonable gossip. At this time, he picked up the wine glass that had been wiped once and continued to wipe it, while waiting for the next reaction of the abnormal Grappa.

The other party did not move, but just looked at the glass of cocktail. Rather than examining it, it seemed more like he was staring at it in a daze, using a different reference object.

"Drink it," Bourbon beside him seemed to say a little impatiently. Grappa, who was still silent, seemed to have realized something and drank the cocktail in the glass. It didn't seem like he was drinking alcohol, but more like taking drugs.

The blond man's words that sounded like an order and Grappa's corresponding actions made the others realize something. Their eyes became a little subtle, and then gradually changed from a little bit of sympathy to a more complicated emotion.

The bartender saw all of this and then lowered his head in thought.

Is this a clear indication of the organization's current tactics... Ever since Grappa massacred high-level members, the morale of the organization has been somewhat fragmented, and many members have had thoughts that they shouldn't have. Now, the betrayed Grappa has become like this, which is more than enough to scare off these petty thoughts.

Perhaps there were other purposes. The intelligence officer's keenness made him aware of this, but he could not guess the details due to limited information. He glanced at the blond man secretly and suppressed his other thoughts in his heart.

This kind of shocking method should be the boss's signal rather than the boss's intention. Based on his previous understanding of the new boss, he should use more obscure methods. Being so direct is a bit impatient. However, thinking about the recent situation of the organization, he understood what the boss meant. Just like the code member who was scared by Grappa and found an excuse to escape, Grappa's image in the minds of many members is terrifying. The other party's sudden betrayal seems like a crazy act. Rather than caring about the act itself, people are more concerned about the organization's handling attitude.

After all, it was common knowledge that Grappa was a psychopath who often killed his own people. It was just that the fact had changed from being a low-level member to a high-level member.

I'm afraid that within one night everyone in the organization would know that the new boss brought Grappa here today. This is the answer given by the organization. The consequence of betrayal is more terrifying than death. It is to completely lose oneself and become a weapon...

Could it be that the organization I'm in has already achieved this? Compared to what happened to Grappa, the technology displayed by the organization is even more terrifying. I've been in the organization for so many years, but this is the first time I've faced the organization's most secretive scientific research results... I've been completely brainwashed. It's a bit of a waste of talent to use it to shock people, and is this kind of confidential technology really suitable to be displayed in public?

The bartender vaguely caught something.

Even official organizations cannot reject this kind of technology. If this is used as a condition, then those politicians...

The bartender suddenly thought of this and his eyes widened, looking straight at the blond man.

No, absolutely not, the bartender shouted in his heart. He defected from the CIA in the United States and came to the organization to live freely. How could he work with that group of evil and hypocritical politicians again?

He looked at the blond man with unprecedented expectations, and a bold idea came into his mind and gradually became firm:

Instead of that, he might as well support Bourbon, the new boss, to take over quickly, bring down the boss who is trying to whitewash himself, and let the organization return to the embrace of darkness!

Damn it, why are you trying to whitewash yourself? Can you please have some ethics of a villain organization!!!