Chapter 137

After getting the promise from Taneda Santoka, Douma took great action to help Gin, who was responsible for the implementation of the "Water-Added Brewery Golden Cicada Escape Plan", get in touch with the Special Powers Department.

Gin had no choice but to accept being forced to cooperate with the hated Red Team. After all, the entire plan had advanced by leaps and bounds since the Special Powers Department, an official agency that had been hiding in the dark, got involved.

And Gin has to admit that with the support of the Special Forces Department, an official agency that can easily gain the trust of other red teams, many plans that originally needed to be implemented slowly can be put on the agenda in one go.

According to Gin's original plan, he had to distract the attention of these undercover police officers and prevent them from noticing his manipulations in the laboratories. He had intended to spread some specious false news, pretending that the organization was going to make a big move next, so that those damn rats would have no time to care about anything else and could only devote all their energy to this big move that did not exist at all.

Now the original plan remains unchanged, but the speed has been accelerated a lot. There is an official agency, the Special Agent Department, spreading "reliable information" in the dark. The false information that was originally expected to take some time to gain people's trust has spread at an incredible speed, allowing undercover agents from various countries lurking in the organization to believe it and actively take action.

"Hmph, those people are still somewhat useful." Gin snorted disdainfully, his tall body leaning back in a relaxed manner, his long silver hair flowing out through the gaps, revealing a somewhat luxurious beauty under the cold white light.

It's a pity that this beauty was not noticed by the two straight men present. Vodka sat on the chair opposite them ignorantly. He stared at Gin, who was relaxing for a rare time, with an uncertain mind. He was worried about his elder brother's closeness to an official organization that suddenly appeared.

As for whether Gin's recent actions have some cat stuff in them? Vodka, who spread the rumors himself, certainly knows that the organization's movements are very wrong during this period.

But the person who did such a suspicious thing was his big brother Gin. Whatever his big brother did was right. Even if he couldn't see it for the time being, there must be a deeper meaning behind it. He just had to obey and do his job. He must not act on his own and ruin the big thing his big brother was planning.

Gin's loyal little brother Vodka successfully brainwashed himself, but it is the instinct of all criminals to feel disgusted with the police. Even though Vodka successfully convinced himself, the worry in his heart did not decrease at all, for he was afraid that his big brother would be betrayed by those damn policemen.

Special Forces: ...Although, we are not the police.

Gin naturally felt something when Vodka was staring at him so intently, not to mention that he was probably the person who knew Vodka best in the world. Gin could even guess what was going on in Vodka's poor head.

Now that the plan is on track, it's time to tell Vodka the whole story. Thinking of this, Gin took out a cigarette box from his windbreaker pocket, opened and closed the steel lighter in his hand, and said in a light tone: "I know what you are worried about, it's unnecessary."

"Brother..." These words seemed to have turned on a switch. Vodka jumped up from his chair in excitement. Just when he was about to say something loudly, he met Gin's calm but warning gaze. Vodka's heart immediately tensed up, and he sat back in his chair in a well-behaved posture like a primary school student who had just started school, well-behaved and neat.

After calming down Vodka's emotions with his eyes, the warning in Gin's eyes finally disappeared. He slowly repeated to Vodka the task assigned to him by his boss, and then leisurely lit a cigarette.

"Golden cicada sheds its shell? Port Mafia? Could it be that the new boss who took office a few years ago was actually Brother Douma?" Vodka quickly grasped the key points and looked at Brother Gin who was smoking with shining eyes, trying to get an answer.

"Douma...Brother?" Gin looked at Vodka with a strange look after hearing this inappropriate title.

"Ahem...slip, slip of the tongue, I meant boss, Douma-sama." Vodka scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, and didn't dare to say it because when the two met for the first time, he felt that Douma's aura was very similar to his big brother Gin, and since then he has always called him "Big Brother Douma" in his heart, and this time he blurted it out in a hurry.

Gin had long been accustomed to his partner's occasional outspokenness, but the title of "big brother" was not an insult to the boss, so Gin did not intend to argue with Vodka this time. He just nodded to confirm Vodka's guess.

"Yes!" Vodka clenched his fist with a look of joy. Although Brother Gin had already revealed the news of the boss's change to him in private, he did not tell him the true identity of the new boss for the sake of confidentiality. This time he finally knew that the new boss was actually Brother Douma.

Vodka was very happy to be led by two trustworthy elder brothers. As for the former boss who had long been forgotten? Vodka, who only cared about his elder brothers, didn't care at all. It was obvious from the fact that he didn't even ask about the former boss's identity.

It's no wonder that Vodka has no loyalty to his former boss Karasuma Renya. The Black Organization's peculiar hierarchy ensures that the boss's identity is mysterious and safe, but at the same time, he also has to bear the negative effects that come with it.

That is, the members of the organization actually have no idea who the boss they work for is, and have almost never come into contact with the boss. Under such circumstances, how can we expect these people to maintain extremely high personal loyalty to a boss who is just a symbol?

Gin stands out in such an environment, and his fate is extremely miserable (crossed out) against the background of a group of traitors, undercover agents and wastes around him. He is dazzling and you will fall in love with him at first sight. (bushi)

Gin slowly exhaled a smoke ring and was very satisfied with Vodka's attitude. His little brother really did not disappoint him. He was completely different from the coquettish, slutty (crossed out) and ambitious people outside.

The seductive bitch outside (crossed out) The ambitious Rum: ...You're whipping the corpse even after it's dead. Isn't that a bit too inhuman?

Wait, Gin isn't a human? Oh, it's alright then.

After revealing the truth to Vodka, the help from the inside allowed Gin's next plan to proceed more smoothly. As for Cohen and Chianti, the senior executives of the organization who were to be eliminated in the plan, they were not so lucky as to receive Gin's hints (explicit instructions?) in advance.

It’s not that Gin doesn’t trust Cohen and Chianti. Since these two people are on the white list given to him by the boss, Gin naturally believes 100% that Cohen and Chianti have not adulterated the information and are neither traitors nor undercover agents.

Just to prevent the news from being accidentally leaked to those damn rats in advance, Gin thinks he should act more cautiously so as to avoid any fatal mistakes and live up to the boss's trust in him.

The unaware lower-level members were making preparations for the war in an orderly manner under Gin's command. To anyone, this situation was a prelude to a shocking move by the organization. Even Toru Amuro, who had always been skeptical about this matter, couldn't help but begin to doubt his previous judgment.

The sudden, big move without any warning, no matter how deep Amuro Toru is

However, all signs seemed to deny his judgment. Amuro Toru, who was praised by all his acquaintances for his sharpness, observation and insight, fell into such a dilemma for the first time. For this reason, he even risked sneaking back to his safe house in the middle of the night to contact his subordinate Kazami Yuya.

So, that night, Yuya Kazami, a Japanese Public Security Police officer with the rank of Inspector General, was ruthlessly awakened from his sleep by his own undercover boss.

Yuya Kazami, who was half asleep, heard a special and urgent ringtone in his ear. He struggled to stretch his arm out from the warm quilt, touched the phone on the wall cabinet, closed his eyes and answered the call in his ear: "Furuya?"

Amuro Toru heard that Kazami Yuya was still not awake, and could not help but call his name more loudly: "Kazami, I have something very important here that I need you to confirm in person."

When his boss called his name in an unfriendly tone, Yuya Kazami's sleepiness disappeared completely. He sat up abruptly from the bed and listened carefully to what his boss wanted him to investigate. However, as he listened, his expression became a little strange.

Before Amuro Toru could finish his request in detail, Kazami Yu interrupted hesitantly and said, "I heard about the Black Organization's big move while I was at work. Many people in the Ministry of Public Security have heard about it. I heard that it was from a brother department and is very credible."

"Brother department? Which brother department?" Toru Amuro narrowed his eyes suspiciously, his healthy and shiny black skin disappeared in the darkness, leaving only a pair of shining blue eyes and that light golden short hair that were very noticeable.

"Huh?" Kazami Yuya was a little confused by Amuro Toru's question. He rubbed his temples with his thumbs while trying his best to recall the bits and pieces of information he had heard. After a rough integration, he said, "I'm not sure about that. I only heard that it was a department with a very high level of confidentiality, and it was very awesome."

As everyone knows, the higher the level of confidentiality of a department, the more attention it receives from the upper echelons. They were very curious about this mysterious organization that even their extremely powerful Ministry of Public Security could not find out its specific name.

"Not enough, just this level is not enough." Amuro Toru frowned, his handsome face full of seriousness, and solemnly asked: "Kazami, go to the superior's office tomorrow and ask about the credibility of this matter."

"Hiss—" Feng Jianyu couldn't help but be shocked. For the first time, his tone of conviction turned into surprise and questioning: "Are you saying that you should bypass the boss and go directly to the superior?"

"That's right." Amuro Toru squeezed the woolen hat in his hand. He knew that this was not appropriate, but the situation was urgent. If he took it step by step and waited for his request to be sent to his superiors through traditional formal channels, it would be too late by then.

Feng Jianyu understood the principle of prioritizing urgency, but if he didn't handle this matter well, he was afraid that their boss would dislike him in the future. How would he continue to work in the Ministry of Public Security? Should he resign early and change careers?

Feng Jianyu did not agree immediately, but expressed his attitude at the moment with silence, non-violent non-cooperation: "..."

Jianfeng Jianyu didn't say anything. Amuro Toru naturally understood the other party's concerns, but there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Gin was staring at him very closely recently.

Because of this reason, Amuro Toru did not dare to act rashly at such a critical juncture. Going in and out of the safe house late at night to contact Kazami Yuya was extremely risky, so he could only sigh in his heart and promised: "You go to the superior to verify the situation tomorrow, and then I will explain it to the boss in person."

Amuro Toru still had a lot of credibility with Kazami Yuya, so he agreed even though he was reluctant: "...Okay then."

So on the first day, Chief Sato, who was in charge of the Ministry of Public Security, caught a young man standing outside his office early in the morning and asked, "What are you doing standing outside my door?"

The boss's calm and majestic voice scared Yuya Kazami. He already felt guilty for going over the head of the chain to meet with his top boss, and now he felt even more guilty. If he didn't trust Furuya Rei enough, he would never have dared to take the risk. The right way was to report to the higher authorities one level at a time.

Despite his complaints, Yuya Kazami finally mustered up his courage, straightened his back and saluted Commander Sato, but his voice was a little shaky: "Commander... Commander, I have something to ask you."

"Go back." Chief Sato raised his eyelids and glanced at the young man who didn't know the rules. Then, he ignored the person standing next to him, opened his office and walked in.

What Chief Sato didn't expect was that this ignorant young man was let off and actually followed in. Faced with this fool who didn't take his own future seriously, Chief Sato was quite surprised and looked at him in the eye for the first time.

"Sir, I don't want to do this either, but the situation is too urgent. Please give me some time." Kazami Yuya pleaded with tears in his eyes.

After hearing this, Commander Sato shook his head and said with emotion: "I have never seen such a foolish and bold person like you in my life. Tell me."

Finally getting permission, Kazami Yuya dumped out all the questions that Furukaya Rei asked him to ask. After hearing what Chief Sato had said, his face, which had originally looked good, suddenly turned from rosy to dark.

"Grass, that shameless fellow who farms." Chief Sato couldn't help cursing, but he lowered his voice as if he was being cautious. He took a glance and found that Kazami Yuya didn't hear him, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Then the breath successfully blocked his chest, and he warned unhappily: "Don't ask which department the news came from, your confidentiality level is not high enough."

Being scolded by his superior, Kazami Yuya shrank his neck and, adhering to the spirit of breaking the jar and asking, "Is the news true?"

"...guaranteed." Commander Sato secretly hoped for the truth, but he had to help that bastard Taneda Santouki to cover up his lie.

'It is related to the stable development of the country. It is right to give up some benefits to appease the transcendents. Everything is for the greater good.' This sentence sounds reasonable, but why did Bibi sacrifice his chance of promotion and salary increase this year? ! ! !

If that bastard Zongtian Shantouhuo hadn't come in and put pressure on him from above, he wouldn't have to help cover up the misleading at this time.

This was a big plan he had been planning for several years, spending so much manpower and resources, and investing so many young children in it. It seemed like it was about to be a perfect success, but in the end it ended up being a wedding dress for others.

How can he meet the targets assigned by the superiors this year as a black organization that is only an empty shell? It is a failed plan with huge expenditures but no corresponding returns. He doesn't know whether the superiors will hold him accountable for this, or let him go for the sake of pleasing the Transcendents.

Just thinking about it, Chief Sato was about to have a heart attack. With trembling hands, he took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and swallowed one emergency medicine to stabilize his blood pressure, which was about to explode.

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