Chapter 84 Thirty-five Shotas

While the Curacao teacher was coaxing the children, Lei and Bourbon had a silent conversation from an angle that she couldn't see, and their eyes were full of confusion and vigilance.

Lei was confused. He didn't expect that Bourbon, who came to rescue the hostages, would fight with the hostages. Due to the tacit understanding between them as partners for such a long time, he realized that something was wrong with Curacao.

Bourbon was the one who was alert. As soon as he found out that it was a strange woman who caught his punch, he realized that he had misunderstood something. He also saw A and a group of children behind the opponent. However, Curacao did not give him any chance to withdraw his attack and even had a tendency to close the gap step by step.

Both heard Ley's shouts while they were fighting, but Bourbon's attention was not distracted, so he noticed that Curacao stopped after hearing Ley shout out his pseudonym.

Thinking of this, Bourbon's eyes became more alert: he was very sure that he did not know this woman. Her skills did not look like those of an ordinary female teacher or even an ordinary fighting enthusiast. Some of her blows were obviously aimed at his vitals.

Feeling the pulling force from the hem of his clothes, Bourbon regained his composure and lowered his head, meeting A Wu Bo's eyes. He quickly squatted down and carefully checked his child, turning him over and over for a while, then grabbed his waist and shook it out of concern.

A allowed the temporary guardian to torture him with an expressionless face throughout the whole process, and even cooperated by raising his hands. After being lifted up, he just pressed Bourbon's hand uncomfortably and squirmed a bit, then changed his position to a position where he would not be strangled, and then continued to stare blankly.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Although he found the child was fine when he checked, Bourbon still asked unnecessarily, "Is there anything wrong?"

The second half of the question was vague, but Bourbon felt that he could understand what A was saying.

As he thought, A nodded slightly, glanced at Curacao not far away, and tapped Bourbon's palm with his fingers.

Lei saw that the adult and the child seemed to be talking about something, so he turned around to make sure the other children were safe. He also talked to Curacao for a few words. During this time, all his attempts were rejected by the other party without a single flaw.

This almost doubled the danger level of Curacao in Ley's mind.

He temporarily put his thoughts aside and walked towards where Bourbon and A were. However, as soon as he approached, Bourbon raised his head tensely. He relaxed a little when he saw it was him.

"Leave here first, the police are outside." Bourbon interrupted Ley before he could speak. Ley realized that Bourbon was on the lookout for Curacao, so he followed Bourbon's instructions and swapped positions with him, leaning over to look A in the eye.

The two faces with similar expressions looked at each other for a long time, and then Lei stretched out his arm silently. A held his hand skillfully, climbed onto Lei's shoulder in a few seconds and sat down obediently.

The children who were secretly watching nearby showed expressions of surprise and eagerness to try.

Although Ley was concerned about the situation in Curacao, he did not ask Bourbon about the details until they had finished taking statements at the police station: "Who is that person? Do you know him?"

The blond man leaning on the back of the driver's seat looked at Lei with an unclear expression, and answered the question in front of Scotland's curious eyes: "A said that it was Curacao."

The other two were stunned.

They were not ignorant young men, and they were certainly aware of the significance of the code name Curacao in the organization. Curacao was Rum's most trusted subordinate, and was said to be a top intelligence officer with an unpredictable ability to obtain intelligence.

So, how did Curacao end up here?

They all thought of A at the same time.

"Sure enough, this is not an accident." Scotland's tone was solemn, and the stone in his heart fell halfway, and then was picked up again.

Lei frowned in the back seat. As A was sleeping on his arm, he lowered his voice and said, "Did you mean Rum, or..."

That gentleman.

Bourbon pinched his brows and slowly let out a breath of anger.

This was what he was worried about. He had originally thought about whether he could just find an excuse to detain Curacao at the Metropolitan Police Department, and then have the police transfer her away privately. However, they still didn't know who was behind Curacao, nor did they know what the consequences would be if they did so.

If the person who instructed Curacao has already traced back to them, then let alone A's identity, as long as Curacao encounters an accident at this time, the undercover identities of the three of them will all be exposed.

In fact, as long as A was still with them, the crisis they faced would be even more serious. Even so, none of them would suggest sending A away or keeping him behind to be monitored in the name of protection.

While this conversation was happening in the car, Akae Natsuki, whose main attention was focused on the doll that had been released in advance, rubbed her itchy nose and her sympathy shifted to Curacao.

He could hear the conversation happening in the car and knew what the three undercover agents were thinking. However, Chi Jiang Na Yue knew better that the real situation was exactly the opposite of what the undercover agents had accidentally guessed.

It was not because Curacao investigated A that he knew the pseudonym 'Toru Amuro', but because Curacao investigated the three Bourbon people that he guessed that A was the boy who had been raised by 'Toru Amuro' and the other two for the past month.

In order to avoid being exposed to Karasuma Renya in advance, Akae Nazuki has been very careful not to let others collect A's video data. Even though Curacao knew that the Whiskey Group had picked up a child before the disguised investigation, he still matched A with the intelligence through Bourbon and Ley's reactions after meeting today.

Even being kidnapped today was a huge coincidence.

However, how could the undercover agents have imagined that there are so many coincidences in the world?

After coming out of the police station, Curacao finally got her mobile phone back. She was always very cautious and kept wandering outside for a long time before returning to the safe house.

Chi Jiang Na Yue was not in a hurry. With the help of the [Book], he sat on the railing of the small balcony in the Curacao safe house openly, and no one's easily noticeable eyes would pass through his Curacao silver hair after taking off the disguise.

Inside the room, the intelligence agent who was hypnotized by him was writing to that gentleman's mailbox without knowing it.

Curacao's fingertips tapped and jumped on the screen until she was about to press the send button, then her movements paused for a few seconds.

She actually noticed something strange.

For a special talent like Curacao who relies on his memory to survive in the organization, she can detect even if his memory has been tampered with a little bit.

——Unfortunately, Chijiang Nayue’s hypnosis did not affect her memory, but only confused some of her cognition.

So after a brief hesitation, even though Curacao didn't actually realize why she was sure that the boy was Kaluuya, and didn't know why she told the boss about it, she didn't doubt it. Instead, she quickly ignored the strange things in her memories and lightly pressed the send button.

As she watched the sending circle on the screen spin, a faint blue light illuminated half of her face, and a sign of successful delivery popped up.

Curacao blinked slowly, and without waiting for a reply, he simply pressed the power button.

That gentleman kept his identity secret to such an extent that even Curacao would find it horrifying. Anyone who might reveal his identity would be silenced without further ado, thus eradicating any instability at the source.

Curacao, an orphan adopted by the organization, spent his childhood in a base in Chiba. They will be trained to become members who are loyal to the organization in the future. It can be said that the gentleman has invested a lot of resources in them.

Even so, wasn't Chiba's base destroyed by that gentleman 20 years ago? Curacao had no right to know what happened on that day. Her only impression of that day was the corpses and blood everywhere.

The gentleman gave them a second life, so he could naturally take it back at will - this was a truth that Curacao had realized herself when she was the only survivor and learned that everyone's death was just to keep a secret.

Only outstanding members like Curacao, who have nowhere to go except the organization and can be completely controlled by the organization, are allowed to know how to contact that gentleman. Even if the contact method they know is really obtained by undercover agents, the organization and that gentleman will not be affected in the slightest.

Email communications like this are one-sided. The other party will only receive intelligence, and if there is a reply, it will be sent to Rum, who will then convey it to the second-in-command of the organization.

The process is indeed a bit troublesome, but it is safe. After all, crows are best at hiding themselves in the dark.

After thinking he had solved the Kalua issue, Curacao began to consider another question—a question that was very similar to the Bourbon trio's guess, but still different.

Curacao wondered: If the boy was the resurrected Kalua, why was he around Bourbon and Ley? Did they know Kalua's identity? Or, could it be that the unfounded suspicion that Rum had received was actually true, and that there was something wrong with these three people?

There are too many things that need to be answered. Curacao pressed his forehead and felt his head hurt again.

As Curacao took a deep breath, she caught a glimpse of a corner of the curtain beside the French window in the living room that was blown up by the wind, and her breathing slowed down a little imperceptibly.

...Did she open the balcony door when she came back?

Curacao tensed his muscles alertly and reflexively put his hand on his lower back, but he pretended to be unaware and moved quietly towards the balcony.

She had wasted a lot of time in the police station, and spent a lot of time accompanying the children while they waited for their parents to pick them up. When she got home, she could already see the hazy moon in the night sky.

At this time, the night wind blew the curtains, and the moonlight was dimly shining on the ground, without casting any shadow of anyone. However, Curacao's uneasiness did not diminish at all.

She crept silently to the French window, opened the curtain with her left hand, and at the same time, with lightning speed, she reached from her waist and pulled out a gun with the safety pin pulled, pointing the black muzzle directly at the intruder.

After the crisp sound of footsteps landing, the young man in black uniform raised his hand to press down the brim of his hat, and jumped down from the railing lightly like a cat, with a cloak of the same color lingering around his shoulders.

Until he stood firmly in front of her, the uninvited guest who came from the moon lowered his eyelids slightly, and looked directly at Curacao over the muzzle of the gun with a clear gaze.

"I'm so lucky to meet you here." The black-haired young man said slowly, "Well, now that you have completed your mission, please come with me."