Chapter 230 Chapter 230 Take Your Positions—
Regardless of whether this is true or not, it's very likely that they would do it!
Having gained some understanding of the despicable nature of the high-ranking police officials, Zhu Fujingguang replied to each of them: "Received."
[Anti-Fraud Guru #205: Have you already forgotten? This possibility did arise when we were doing our simulations before, and you even joined us in complaining about it back then.]
[Anti-Fraud King #26: You said it was a possibility, I thought you guys were just joking with me...]
[Anti-Fraud Guru #11: Take a look at this. Now you know we weren't just joking.]
On the 11th, someone sent over a screenshot showing a man in a suit typing a PowerPoint presentation on his computer. It looked like he had just finished the title of the first page and was intently typing with two fingers.
Zhu Fujingguang: ...
[Anti-fraud expert #11: The background and the person are both from the police. I even checked the backend data records. This person is clearly rushing to meet deadlines.]
He shook his head and then sent a message to Shuichi Akai, who was far away in the United States.
[Anti-fraud expert #66: Thankfully, the meeting was only postponed by one day. Even if it proceeds according to their original plan, it shouldn't cause any major delays.]
I think so too. By now... there should already be news reports out, right?
[Anti-fraud expert #205: Got it! Apart from those media outlets with overtly obvious partisan affiliations, the rest of the media outlets have given extensive coverage to the massive protest that took place a few hours ago.]
[Anti-fraud expert #19: In future timelines, we can find numerous reports about this "NO KING" march. Now, with Vermouth adding fuel to the fire, the spread has naturally increased dramatically, and even internet memes have been used to promote it.]
In this situation, taking advantage of the chaos is something the FBI excels at, not to mention adding fuel to the fire for the president they don't get along with. I think they have even less reason to refuse to buy us another day.
[Anti-fraud expert #214: However, you never know what kind of trouble a government burdened with huge debts might cause... Announcing plans to rebuild the White House at this juncture would be foolish. The current concern is that some loose-lipped individuals might steer the money-hungry tax collector towards the islands. This would complicate our situation even further.]
That depends on Vermouth's abilities.
Islands naturally attract a group of profit-seeking people, but our goal is simply to make the island's secrets disappear, leaving an empty shell for them to search to their heart's content.
[Anti-fraud expert #11: But are you sure it's okay that you deliberately missed the White House reconstruction investment opportunity? Although Karasuma Renya has been keeping an eye on our side, he hasn't said he absolutely had to get a spot, but judging from the fact that he specifically sent you there to negotiate business last time, it's clear that he has no intention of giving up the American market.]
He certainly wanted it, but under the current circumstances, even if he noticed the situation over there, he had neither the mood nor the energy to care; this was his base of operations.
Moreover, the negotiations three days later would be the signal for war; once it began, there would be no real follow-up from the United States. Rather than throwing the organization's ill-gotten gains overseas, it was better to leave them there to be confiscated. They could only use them to appease the leaders' frustration at not being able to find the necessary drug information.
[Anti-Fraud Guru #198: Speaking of which, I remember that shortly after the White House project started, a series of security issues arose. I don't think all these troubles combined would be enough to make the US specifically look at us.]
Even if this matter is blown away by the butterfly effect, it doesn't matter. As long as the midterm elections don't come, the conflicts and drama between the two parties will never end. There will always be some disputes that will keep them locked in their own countries.
Since the FBI can use these problems to make deals with us, why shouldn't we use them too?
Morofushi Kagemitsu had made all the necessary communications and was quietly waiting for the day of negotiations.
However, three days later, what greeted him first was not the knowing, superficial interactions with the police high-ranking officials, but Miyamoto's secretary with a sour face.
[Anti-fraud expert #214: Oh, I forgot to tell you, ever since Mr. Miyamoto found out you were leading the negotiation team, he's had this expression on his face—it looks like he's about to devour you.]
It's understandable that he's resentful; who would like someone who takes power and money from them?
Morofushi Kagemitsu smiled at him politely. He knew that Secretary Miyamoto disliked his pretentious gentlemanly behavior the most, so he wanted to annoy him as much as possible before returning to his post.
Sure enough, Secretary Miyamoto's face darkened even more. If it weren't for the fact that they were here today to secure more benefits for the organization and not to engage in internal strife that would make them a laughingstock, he probably would have already lost his temper.
However, compared to Miyamoto's outward jealousy and resentment, Gin, who remained silent, was much more difficult to deal with. If it weren't for the fact that the organization had just undergone a major purge, he might have suspected that Gin might shoot him in the back.
However, this negotiation was destined to have a troubled outcome. Police forces were already lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce.
Morofushi Kagemitsu led the criminals to the conference room and pushed open the door that might be blown open in the next moment.
"You're here?"
Shuichi Akai looked up at the doorway, where Jodie had opened it to bring him the latest news.
“James said everything is in position, and they’ve even sent a few extra drones to provide support at the secret port.” Judy leaned against the doorframe, glanced at his wallet beside him, and said, “You’ve still decided to go?”
"Of course." Shuichi Akai was always prepared to fight the organization, and he certainly wouldn't miss such a moment. "What's the military's reaction?"
Judy pushed up her glasses and said, "They have neither the interest nor the means to concern themselves with our affairs now."
Shuichi Akai gave a faint "hmm," picked up his wallet, and prepared to leave.
Judy followed behind him, ready to walk together, when she heard the man in front say, "Have you cleared out all the spies the BOSS left here?"
“…Show?” Judy paused, seemingly a little taken aback, and asked hesitantly, “Are you…asking about the organization?”
“Of course.” Shuichi Akai stopped at the corner, turned his head to look over, and said, “Isn’t this a deal we already agreed on? You can’t just go back on your word now, Vermouth.”
Judy moved her lips, and a smile that shouldn't belong to her appeared on her familiar face. She said with a grin, "You figured it out so quickly? No wonder she's your ex-girlfriend. You still seem to know her very well."
While Shuichi Akai remained wary of Vermouth, a slight unease settled in his heart. He had thought it was one thing for Vermouth to know his true identity, but he hadn't expected her to even know about his past relationship with Jodie.
He took out his phone and glanced at the time, saying, "It's time. We'll be the only ones traveling this way. There's no need to keep using Judy's face; it'll only make us more likely to be exposed."
Vermouth stepped forward in a few strides, saying only, "Let's get in the car first."
"Clatter".
Kazami Yuya returned to his car, closed the door, plugged the newly acquired USB drive into his laptop, and connected to members of Public Security Zero Team and the Metropolitan Police Department Public Security Team via headset. He shared the progress of the negotiations while keeping an eye on his superior, Furuya Rei's, activities in Tottori.
As an ordinary police officer, he never imagined that he would be involved in such a thrilling incident that was done without prior notice.
He did have his doubts, but these doubts and struggles were quickly worn away by the daily suppression from higher-ups and the torment of working overtime. He then accepted his identity as a "fighter" who would confront the higher-ups with remarkable ease.
He first used specialized software to routinely scan and check the files on the USB drive before opening it. While waiting for the loading bar to finish, he sent the meeting minutes scanned under the special lens to the secret mission group.
As the atmosphere in the negotiation room grew increasingly tense, he became more focused, carefully monitoring the points of contention in each conversation to ensure that the moment when the biggest disagreement would erupt was within their control.
"Duang~"
Upon hearing the text message notification, Kazami Yuya immediately opened the message, and as expected, it was from his superior officer:
[Prepare the trap mechanism and coordinate with the sniper's instructions.]
He quickly replied with a "Yes!" and then hurriedly notified all departments to get to their positions, as the most important and climactic part of the script was about to begin.
At this moment, there can be absolutely no mistakes.
Rei Furuya turned his gaze from the car window to the underground parking lot ahead, repeatedly comparing the floor plan Hiro had given him with this location in his mind.
As expected, the organization's expenses over the past year had already given them a headache. In such an important experimental base, they could only make some minor changes to the internal structure in a way that minimized costs. The general location and layout remained largely unchanged. Even the patrol personnel were simply dispersed from the original teams and two more groups were created to ensure a high frequency of patrols.
If even a necessary monitoring area like a parking lot where vehicles congregate is like this, the "renovation" of the experimental center above is probably no better.
Hiro is right. We can't let the organization run out of money, but we also can't let them have too much money.
The car slowly came to a stop in the marked parking space, and the patrol officer who had been waiting nearby immediately jogged over and said:
"Lord Bourbon, please."
Taking the opportunity, Furuya Rei sent a final text message to Kazami Yuya, then got out of the car and followed the patrolman into the elevator.
He immediately employed his most familiar tactic of using a series of fine print to try and extract as much information as possible from the patrol officer.
He can't just rely on the information Hiro gave him to recklessly rush forward; he must gather more information and use it flexibly to create more possibilities.
Unfortunately, before they could exchange more than two words, the elevator doors opened.
The way Binga looked at him from outside the door was as if he hated him so much he wanted to devour him.
Let them hate if they want.
Who told him to be sitting in the seat that Binga most wanted to sit in?
When Furuya Rei passed by him, he even gave him a 'kind' smile.
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