Chapter 36 The First Player
Passetto had previously attempted to call Cointreau.
Before being "invited" into the top floor of the most important building of the Hong Kong underworld.
However, Cointreau hung up on me—not the kind where there is no response and no one answers the call, but I just hung up directly.
From that moment on, Passetto had a vague understanding that Cointreau was going to "give up" on him.
No, looking at it now, it cannot be described as “abandoning”. To be more precise, it should be said that Cointreau intended to “use him to death”.
It only took two or three days.
He suddenly thought of the email that Cointreau had sent him at midnight yesterday. That email was sent to him accurately, with Cointreau's own special mark.
The email said that he should rush to a specific location the next morning, and he would find someone to take him to their safe house to join them. Because Cointreau suspected that there was a traitor or an undercover among the members who came with him, and he needed him to cooperate with him to perform a "double act" to observe who the real undercover was.
Originally, Passetto was not going to go - it was too unsafe. He was working as an undercover agent in the underworld, and the arrival of Cointreau made him even more nervous, fearing that he would be discovered by the underworld. Moreover, it was not safe to be around Cointreau, what if the "undercover agent" killed him? How dangerous!
However, Cointreau came with an order from "that great man", and Passetto could not refuse; in addition, Cointreau also promised him in the email - as long as he was with Cointreau and the others, he would not do anything to him, and would ensure his safety and not let anything happen to him.
Cointreau has always kept its promises, so Pasetto believed it and went there hesitantly.
However, when he trusted Cointreau, he forgot the loophole - Cointreau would not kill him or let anything happen to him, but he could use other people to take advantage of him.
Passetto even doubted now, did Cointreau really believe him? When did he doubt him and when did he have such an idea? Passetto had no idea. But he really didn't betray the organization! What a devilish man.
Dragged into the conspiracy by Jundu and Sen Ouwai as a "witness" to the new leader, he is no longer afraid that the people in the port mafia might suspect him of being an undercover agent. However, there are definitely more people who want his life than before.
Neither Cointreau nor Moriguwai would necessarily protect him. Even if he survived for a while, the situation would definitely change once the port mafia stabilized.
In addition, he has a live recording that no one else knows about... If others find out, his situation will be even more dangerous.
He had to find a way to survive.
Passeto was still anxiously planning his next retreat, but the next moment the cell phone hidden in his arms suddenly vibrated.
He took out his cell phone and saw the caller, and was startled.
"Moses Moses! This is Jundu, is this Jundu Imai Akito?"
Cointreau's voice was as brisk as ever, but it sounded a bit distorted and fake when it reached his ears through the phone.
"...You're looking for me?" There was a hint of surprise in Passeto's voice.
"Of course!" said Cointreau. "How was your meeting with Chief Mori? Was it a pleasant experience?"
"joy?"
Passetto chewed on the words for a while, and then he couldn't suppress the rage in his heart, and sneered, with veins popping out on the back of his hand from holding the phone tightly: "Do you think I'll feel happy?! I'm almost fucking killed by you two!"
"Hey, hey, how can you say that, Akito-kun? Why are you so angry that you're swearing?"
Jundu seemed to have not expected that he would have such a strong outburst of resentment, and his voice was full of surprise.
...Ah, Cointreau doesn't like people suddenly using swear words, Pasetto remembered. His temper subconsciously dropped.
Then the next moment he threw this thought out of his mind - he was about to be killed, who cares whether Jun Du likes it or not! He just wanted to be angry and curse!
Jundu continued, "How could you die? You are the intelligence officer of the Port Mafia, Akito Imai, and a witness to the succession of Chief Mori. You should have been promoted and given a raise. How could you die?"
A nameless anger rose from his chest, and Passetto gritted his teeth and cursed: "If you hadn't brought me back to the Port Mafia to be a witness of that shit, would I be in this situation? You and Sen Ou Wai really have a crush on each other. If you have the guts, you can talk to him face to face. Why did you come to the Hong Kong Mafia to be a witness? You are great, you are awesome, you let me go, if you tell me that Sen Ou Wai is planning to fight back, I will die and never come here, damn it! I have been working hard undercover in the Hong Kong Mafia for more than three years, and I have been loyal to the organization. As soon as you came, you gave my identity to Sen Ou Wai. Just tell me whether you like his daughter or him!"
This scolding seemed to have driven out all the anger, anxiety and restlessness in his heart, and Pasetto suddenly felt refreshed. He didn't want to endure it anymore!
It was not until there was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time that he started to get nervous again. He carefully glanced at the phone interface - fortunately, the other party had not hung up. Pasetto breathed a sigh of relief.
"...Hello, Cointreau?" He lowered his voice and asked cautiously tentatively.
"Ah..." Cointreau uttered a meaningless mumble, and then a calm and unperturbed voice came slowly over: "Are you done with what you just said?"
"It's almost the same." Pasetto stuttered subconsciously.
Then the next second he realized something was wrong - oh no, if he stuttered at this time, wouldn't it completely expose his cowardice?
But he couldn't control himself! Who wouldn't be scared of the calm and composed Junto?!
"That's good. Sorry it was too noisy just now, so I just put my phone away. I don't think you said anything important, did you?"
Passetto: “…”
To be honest, his anger, which had just subsided, suddenly rose up again!
"Oh, it's nothing important." He heard his own voice say calmly, "Just a little bit of meaningless anger. So what do you want to talk to me about?"
——After all, he just vented his anger on the phone. If he were asked to yell at Cointreau again... he really didn't dare to do it now.
He was furious just now, but now he has recovered. He touched his chest and felt that he should cherish his life a little more.
"That's good." Cointreau on the other end of the phone said with a smile: "Did you find anything wrong on your way back to Hong Kong Heilongjiang?"
This guy not only used him completely, but now he wants to let him continue to work for the organization as if nothing happened? Is he crazy or is he crazy? He... endure!
"Besides me, there is another 'witness' who looks only 12 or 13 years old. I don't know where he got him from. Although he is not a member of the Mafia, the two of them must have a close relationship. That kid is not a good person either."
Passetto said in a somewhat gloomy tone: "As for how Sen Guwai got to the top, I think although you were not there like me, but with your relationship with the Sen... leader, he will definitely tell you everything, right? There is no need for me to explain it to you in detail."
"As a non-Hong Kong mafia member, it is not convenient for me to get involved too much in the internal affairs of the Hong Kong mafia. Even if we are good partners, we still need to leave each other's private space."
Cointreau brushed off the question lightly and asked, “Is that all?”
"What else do you want to know?" Passetto thought for a moment, and then calmly dropped a bomb: "Oh, by the way, Cointreau, I have to tell you one more thing - your vision is really bad."
"I don't know where you picked Bourbon and Canada, but congratulations, these two bastards are undercover agents sent by the Public Security Bureau. I was almost killed by them. I don't know whether I should say you are lucky or not to have picked two undercovers in a row. They also wanted to slander me for having a connection with Takase. I guess they have probably told you about this, right? But since you have already arranged my future, I won't worry about it now."
He sneered, "Although I don't have any evidence, it doesn't matter. After all, I'm about to die. You can treat this as my last bit of sincerity, just to kindly remind you."
"...Are you saying that both of them are undercover agents sent by the public security department?"
Cointreau's voice was neither too high nor too low, and it was full of interest. "Although I don't know what happened between you and why you said that, it's interesting nonetheless."
——It worked.
Passito felt a little relieved.
It doesn't matter whether Cointreau believes it or not, but it's good that he is interested in the news.
Even if he was really going to die, he couldn't die in vain, right? He had to trick some people and drag some people down with him! Whether it was Bourbon, Canada, or Cointreau, it would be best if they were all destroyed together.