Chapter 22 BE Ending

The bullet screen was still roaring in front of his eyes, and Amuro Toru's Adam's apple rolled slightly, wondering if he was dreaming.

From the moment he left the hotel and notified Morobushi Kagemitsu to take over his original mission of looking after Kamiya Aoi, to the pop-up messages that indicated the former was going to kill the latter.

Did he skip too much content that he didn't know?

The bullet screen was still sliding across his field of vision, and the scattered information was like cheat sheets in an exam, trying to provide Toru Amuro with the correct answer.

[OP is close to the protagonist, the protagonist is in danger.]

[The place where my wife and I started our love affair.]

[This episode is full of high energy, a textbook interpretation of what is called "slutty operation".]

[There is a saying that Yuuki Ikami’s acting is too good. If I were Morobushi Kagemitsu, I would be fooled.]

[I also want to thank Brother Jingguang for sending me the Ren and Du Meridians Open Gun. Do you think it’s fun to beat him up to bring out his crazy personality?]

[I returned the group photo, and you covered up the situation when I almost got caught. You even blocked the gun for me. But in the end, I still wasn’t considered one of your own. There’s nothing you can do about it, Shen Youkui.]

[Explosion is art! !]

[Give someone a taste of their own medicine.]

[“But why do you look so sad?”]

The colorful cheat sheets gradually disappeared, and Toru Amuro's face became gloomy.

This was the first time that these fancy bullet screens did such a good job of confusing information. Amuro Toru, who originally understood a little bit, became completely confused after reading it.

There is no point in overthinking, so Toru Amuro chose to ask the person involved directly.

"How is Mr. CR?"

Although Akai Shuichi also stayed in Tokyo, he had an important task. Kamiya Aoi was seriously injured, and Amuro Toru called Morobushi Kagemitsu to take care of her, which was reasonable and would not arouse any suspicion.

As Vermouth beside him also had his eyes closed and it was unclear whether he was awake or asleep, Toru Amuro chose his words very carefully.

There was a faint breathing sound on the other end of the line, and Morobushi Kagemitsu's answer was equally calm: "Mr. CR said he wanted to take a break, so I came out to look around first."

"Is there anything you want to convey?"

It doesn't sound like anything unusual.

"Nothing, I'm just a little concerned about Mr. CR's injury. After all, he might have been injured because of me."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of him for you."

The topic ended here and the call ended. Toru Amuro still had doubts, and the balance in his heart swayed for a moment, but in the end, it fell on the side of his long-time friend without any surprise.

After all, the information provided by the bullet screen is too fragmented to form a convincing logical chain.

After hanging up the phone, Morofu Jingguang checked his sniper rifle. His expression was not as calm and casual as it was during the call. He was in a state of combat readiness, ready to take action at any time.

When they were studying together in the police academy, Morobushi Jingguang seemed to have the best temper among the five people.

But as the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Just looking at his four friends, each with a more distinctive personality than the other, you will know that he is not a too gentle person.

After all, the most outstanding Fūya Rei was only a half-logistics officer in the winery, and only worked as an intelligence officer. But he was a real sniper who wanted to take people's lives.

After making all the necessary preparations, Morofushi Jingguang picked up a package of drinks and slowly returned to the room where Shen Youkui was resting.

The door was not locked as Morobushi Kagemitsu had imagined.

The door of Shen Youkui's room was wide open, and the bed was unkempt with a little blood on it. It seemed to be the wound left by someone struggling to get up.

The bed was cold, obviously the person had been gone for a long time.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned for a moment and realized that the situation was completely out of control.

On the other side, Vermouth opened his eyes and raised his hand the moment Toru Amuro hung up the phone.

The seconds on the small mobile phone in his hand kept ticking as he was on the phone. Amuro Toru's heart sank, realizing that his active request to join the mission had aroused some suspicion.

He wasn't stupid enough to ask who was on the other end of the phone. He just raised one corner of his lips with a hint of sarcasm, "You really are worried."

Different from before, the more arrogant and resentful you are this time, and the more you express your dissatisfaction with not being trusted, the more righteous and blameless you appear.

Bermode glanced at the blond young man, as if to reproach him: "What worries me most is your ambition."

"He suspected that Nagano Prefecture might have been prepared, so he planned to stay in Tokyo for a few days before coming back." Bermode was vague, "Anyway, let's get rid of the person first."

Toru Amuro had long expected that Gin would not play by his usual rules. In his opinion, the latter's priority for this mission was obviously killing people first and picking up the goods later.

But he didn't expect that Gin actually chose to stay in Tokyo first. In this case, wouldn't Morofushi Kagemitsu who stayed in Tokyo be in an even more dangerous situation?

Unfortunately, Vermouth told him the news after he had spoken to Jingguang, so he didn't even have the chance to hint to Jingguang to pay attention to the dark.

Apart from one phone call per person, there were no further setbacks along the way.

Toru Amuro and Vermouth arrived in Nagano Prefecture very smoothly, and stayed in a low-cost apartment according to the information left by the outsiders. There was information about the code left by the last captured winery colleague.

The code name of the unlucky colleague is Bacardi. Just by looking at the name, you can tell that he is Rum's man. He is very mysterious in the organization and has always been elusive. It is said that he only obeys Rum's orders.

"What a pity! I thought he was a tough guy, but I didn't expect him to be caught so quickly."

Bermode looked through the intelligence left by Bacardi, with a smile not reaching his eyes. The slightest hint of coldness was obviously directed at the Japanese police who had taken the person away.

Toru Amuro felt that even though Bacardi was so mysterious, Vermouth seemed to know him very well. His ability to gather intelligence was truly astonishing.

"The code obtained by Bacardi should be a chip," said Amuro Toru thoughtfully after looking through the data left by his colleague. "If he can't stand the police interrogation, then the trap is just bait."

The chip is so small that the suspects would not carry it with them. Instead, they might cooperate with the police and set a trap with themselves as bait to catch other criminals who want to arrest people or steal the chip.

Bermode smiled meaningfully: "Whether it is a trap or not, isn't it up to you to confirm it, Bourbon?"

Deep down, Toru Amuro hoped that this was a well-planned trap with no loopholes.

Things should be done sooner rather than later.

After being disguised by Vermode, Toru Amuro looked completely different. His handsome appearance became extremely ordinary, the kind that would not attract much attention if he were to be seen in a crowd.

In fact, this is the appearance that fits the identity of an intelligence agent. The handsome and outstanding appearance of Amuro Toru is not at all recognizable as an intelligence agent.

After leaving the low-cost apartment, Toru Amuro moved around carefully, changing locations several times in succession. After making sure it was safe enough, he took out another mobile phone to contact his subordinates in the Ministry of Public Security.

As time was tight, he didn't engage in much idle chat.

"Did the core code of the intelligent identification system become a trap set up by the Nagano Prefecture police?"

"Yes, Mr. Furuya. Nagano Prefecture's abbot Takaaki claims that he has placed the code in an absolutely safe location and asked the police and public security to cooperate with his actions."

Amuro Toru frowned, "What exactly is the function of that recognition system?"

Neither the Black Organization nor Bacardi provided enough information. The ability to tamper with a virtual identity alone should not be the goal that the Black Organization is so determined to obtain.

"…That's not an identity system. To put it simply, it's a ''. I don't know the specific reason, but it's clear that people who use that system can easily exploit network loopholes and program bugs to invade the confidential backend of any organization or institution. The most terrifying thing is that even if you don't know any hacking skills, you can use this system to do the same thing."

Toru Amuro's pupils suddenly dilated for a moment.

so it is.

[Fuck, this thing is too awesome.]

[To be honest, the current technological level may not be able to produce this thing, right?]

[Got it, this is an Alaho hole!]

[Shit, that sniper shot is Avada Kedavra!]

[Is it possible that the scientific world is full of Muggles...]

"…Also, Mr. Fūya," the voice on the other end of the phone was intermittent, as if the signal was not good.

The cell phone used for communication was small and old, and the signal was occasionally poor. Amuro Toru's attention was attracted by the barrage of messages for a moment, and he did not take the short two-second interruption to heart.

"What is it?"

"There was a person who called himself Matsuda Jinpei. He called me in the early morning and subtly told me that there were undercover agents in the police and public security departments. At the same time, he showed his police officer ID and graduation certificate and borrowed a few people from the Public Security Bureau, saying that they were used to monitor a member of the Black Organization."

As early as when he heard the name of Matsuda Jinpei from his subordinates, Amuro Toru was a little stunned. The unexpected encounter when he met Shen Youkui not long ago came to his mind again.

"He... Officer Matsuda, seems to be from the same class as you... Anyway, I think it's necessary for you to know this, Mr. Furuya."

Toru Amuro's mood was complicated and his thoughts were even more difficult to clear.

His intuition made him unwilling to delve into where Jinpei got the contact information of Yuya Kazami.

Nor do they want to think about who the "member of the black organization" that their colleagues are monitoring is.

Because the answer is obvious.

God Yu Aoi.

Who else could it be but him?

Until this moment, Toru Amuro still couldn't figure out what Kamiya Aoi's purpose was and why she did these things.

"knew."

This concludes the call.

Toru Amuro stood there for a while, and soon walked into the crowd on the street as if nothing had happened.

Act out the whole thing.

Although he could have obtained the information with just one phone call, Toru Amuro pretended to have gone through great difficulties to find out. He left at dusk and returned at dawn.

After determining that the ambush was a trap set by Gao Ming, Toru Amuro decided to take this opportunity to give Vermouth a big gift.

A 10-square-meter single suite, uniform, three meals a day, and a pair of rose gold double-hand bracelets with a maximum validity of ten years.

"Based on the current intelligence, the possibility that this is a trap is very high."

As soon as Toru Amuro whispered this, Vermouth, who had been looking at him with a smile, suddenly changed his expression.

"Little Rose is right... this is exactly what you said when you walked in."

The blonde woman in the apartment, who was not wearing any makeup, smiled brightly and pushed the laptop on the table in a different direction with her hands.

A pale, cold, delicate and beautiful face appeared in Amuro's eyes.

——Shen Youkui.

At this moment, Toru Amuro felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

He might even have gone blank for a moment, because when he realized it, he found that his mind was filled with Jingguang's hesitant warning.

The background on the screen was dark, making it difficult to identify the other person's location. However, judging from his current behavior, he was clearly out of the police's surveillance range.

Before Toru Amuro could think carefully, the handsome young man with rosy lips on the computer screen raised his left hand, and the screen flashed a number that Toru Amuro had just ended a call with not long ago.

"I already know where Zhu Fu Gao Ming hid the code. This trap is meaningless."

Without intending to reveal Toru Amuro's identity immediately, Kamiya Aoi merely showed the number, but the threatening implication was self-evident.

"The next step is to follow my instructions. Once you get the chip, insert it into your phone. I will remotely extract the information inside."

The beautiful young man rarely smiled, but it was like a cold poisonous snake finally showing its fangs.

"Do you understand?"

"Bourbon."