Chapter 22: Three sentences in Chapter 22 made the organization spend ten...
Next, Moroboshi asked a question, and Morofushi Kagemitsu made up a response on the spot. Their conversation ended abruptly under Moroboshi's hesitant gaze. Regardless, as an upright undercover agent, Morofushi Kagemitsu, though his hands were inevitably stained with blood, was still capable of protecting the information of a minor coerced by the organization within the limits of his control.
Knowing that further questioning would yield no results, Moroboshi Dai reverted to his former image as a ruthless and taciturn elite sniper, perfectly embodying the aloof persona he had cultivated in front of the organization. However, things didn't go as planned; unexpectedly, he was branded a "smiling tiger."
However, both the aloof sniper and the smiling finance officer were left behind in the United States by a sudden text message from the organization.
This all started with the recent airport bombing, which resulted in the loss of many talented academics. Regardless of who they worked for, they were all considered high-quality talents in their country. This bombing took so many lives that everyone naturally suspected a conspiracy. Public opinion was overwhelming, and the aerospace company staff were working late into the night every day, issuing two statements, but unfortunately, apart from online trolls, no one believed them.
Given this premise, it is quite normal for people like Morofushi Kagemitsu, who came from Japan, went back to Japan, and spent several days in the United States during a terrorist attack, to be restricted from leaving the country.
Of course, the US government also respects human rights. Instead of openly stopping people by questioning their documents or identities, they pressured airlines and even transportation companies to suspend the vast majority of flights and cruises to Asia. This attitude was practically tantamount to telling them to swim back to Asia themselves.
Oh, what a pity.
Morofushi Kagemitsu felt a sense of schadenfreude about the organization's current predicament, and even inwardly cursed the suggestion to try a diplomatic approach. There was really no need for something that would inevitably lead to utter defeat—
"Asakawa, you'll be in charge of making contact with these lines."
—You're really putting me through this!
Zhu Fujingguang closed his eyes.
It was that familiar conference room in the hotel again. When this hot-button task was issued, his smile shifted to Vermouth's face. The beautiful and sexy superstar now seemed repulsive to him.
He wanted to try one more time, so he grabbed a rising star as a shield: "I remember there's someone in the organization who can infiltrate the FBI. Does he have any valuable intelligence he can provide me?"
No, the real genius came from outside the organization; it grew out of the FBI itself.
Moroboshi Dai, who was standing to the side as a background character, silently added to himself. He felt a headache coming on whenever he thought about the huge blunder the FBI had made, and these people kept bringing it up, making it impossible for him to have any peace.
"No."
Gin coldly banned this intelligence support.
Normally, he keeps his distance from these secretive intelligence agents unless absolutely necessary. Besides, that person was someone Rum was going to promote, and they weren't even in the same faction, so how could he possibly give them a friendly look?
The conversation quickly turned to internal strife within the organization. Morofushi Hiromitsu, recommended by Mello, was still working under Gin and Vermouth, and it seemed he had to temporarily submit. He recalled Mello's smug expression a few months ago, and couldn't help but think to himself how Rum always seemed to be chasing after troublemakers—truly incompetent and fond of playing around.
"The transaction is being processed through the account in Merlokyo. She'll send you the information later." Vermouth seemed to sense his reluctance to take the task and smiled, warning him to contribute more to the organization. "Asakawa, this is also part of the assessment, you know~"
Morofushi Kagemitsu was still taken aback by the fact that he had been given a codename, and replied expressionlessly, "Received."
Gin pointed at Vodka and said, "He can provide hacking skills."
Only then did Morofushi Kagemitsu look at Vodka properly, never expecting that this guy was actually a technical type.
“Okay, big brother.” Vodka readily agreed to his big brother’s orders, but for others (specifically referring to Morofushi Kagemitsu), it was a different story. Perhaps still holding a grudge about that can of grape-flavored Fanta, the man’s tone was much colder than before. “Asakawa, you’d better not take this information around and sell it. I’ll be keeping an eye on you for big brother.”
Morifushi Kagemitsu retorted with a fake smile: "Don't worry, I probably won't need you."
Vodka pushed up his sunglasses and casually revealed his plan: "It's okay, I'll be watching you from behind. If you contact anyone you shouldn't, I'll know."
Upon hearing this, everyone present, except for Vodka himself, fell silent.
Morofushi Kagemitsu even wanted to draw a very eye-catching red "#" pattern and stick it on Gin's top hat.
His lackey is truly unrivaled on his own special track, leaving no room for error. His daily interactions with Gin have become fixed as "domineering older brother and foolish younger brother," and his cultivation has reached a state of perfection.
On the other hand, this silly little incident did provide some inspiration for Morofushi Kagemitsu. Since he couldn't avoid this task anyway, perhaps he could be a little more "reckless and daring" in handling it.
During the months he worked as an accountant in the organization, he gradually came to understand a principle: the hard indicator that determines whether an accountant is excellent is not seniority, but courage!
Misappropriating organizational funds for personal gain under the guise of public good—it's thrilling to even think about. Since it's so thrilling, it's bound to be carried through to the end.
He looked at Gin and Vermouth, and calmly stated his true needs:
"I need 1 billion."
This figure was truly astonishing, and the scene was even quieter than when vodka had acted foolishly.
After a long pause, before Gin could give this arrogant fool a good talking-to with a mocking expression, Morofushi Kagemitsu added:
"I will definitely earn back five or ten times the money I spend."
Vermouth's smile grew wider and wider, and the way Moroboshi looked at him changed.
Morofushi Kagemitsu took out his spare phone and opened a software program on it. The whiteboard background only had a prominent countdown and a button.
He pushed the spare phone to Gin and finished making his final promise:
"If you can't do it, the bomb installed on my usual machine will explode. You'll have control of that, how about it?"
At times like this, he didn't even need to look at the other person's expression to know the outcome; Gin definitely liked his suggestion.
“Very good, Asakawa Sora.” Gin picked up the spare machine on the table and readily accepted the idea. “I’ll watch you get blown to pieces.”
Zhu Fujingguang smiled back and watched the group leave with great style.
Blown to pieces?
That's impossible.
He's not that stupid. Why would he actually put a bomb in his own phone? Putting aside everything else, the anti-fraud team has already made their home inside it. How could they possibly blow up someone else's house?
"Buzz—Buzz—"
Having received a response from the anti-fraud expert, he took out his phone and started operating the customer service interface.
The anti-fraud system itself already provided him with many conveniences, but what he could truly utilize actively was the AI that served as customer service. He needed to input a special command, which had been rewritten by the anti-fraud system, mainly to enable Morofushi Hiromitsu, whose computer knowledge was not advanced enough, to properly utilize its original computational model.
Actually, he had originally thought that since he had access to artificial intelligence, he might as well learn C programming, a "foreign language," which might make it easier to communicate with the anti-fraud team. However, no matter how talented he was, he couldn't possibly master C programming while cramming for accounting courses in just three months. Therefore, this special instruction was born.
This kind of science, which was beyond his comprehension, made him even more convinced that the Anti-Fraud King was definitely a highly skilled electronic being, and the title of "follower of the Electronic God Cult" above his head became brighter and brighter.
However, since this title has been accepted, one must play the corresponding persona well.
Today, the "madness" and "unconventional logic" of the shoe cult members have been demonstrated, so their subsequent spending behavior must also conform to the corresponding logic.
Morofushi Hiromitsu typed out string after string of characters that would be considered riddled with bugs by any programmer, which the anti-fraud team devoured one by one like a candied hawthorn. Then, those lurking in the shadows began to receive orders or requests for support.
Just like that day when he was driving Sherry and Gin around, even if he was the only one micromanaging, as long as the commands were written in advance, he could successfully send messages. Even a hacker as skilled as Vodka couldn't break through his defenses; they were on completely different levels.
The anti-fraud system is so effective that he even considered having it compete with the organization's intelligence unit for a permanent position. Slowly eroding the organization's intelligence department at its own pace is also an excellent way to curb the organization's growth.
Thinking of this, Morofushi Kagemitsu's deep gaze fell on Anti-Fraud King.
He stared at the small customer service booth, where incomprehensible electronic symbols flashed continuously. The amulet, delivered by someone else, lay obediently on the table. Under the white light, he could even see the gold powder on the lines shimmering.
He suddenly smiled, shook his head, and banished the almost insane thought from his mind.
I must never forget my original intention and bottom line when I first received help from the anti-fraud team: I must never rely too much on forces that I cannot control.
Otherwise, it wouldn't even take three sentences; a single greedy thought could cause everything one is protecting to be overwhelmed by desire.
A note from the author:
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While reading the police academy manga, I noticed that Jingguang is the type who goes along with his friends' antics and then comes up with ideas behind their backs. So, for now, Jingguang, who isn't sniping, doesn't need to hide in the shadows and can use his brain more.
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