Chapter 434

"What's wrong? Aren't you going back to rest at this hour, Amuro-kun?" When William and Louis walked out of the door of Kudo's house together, they noticed the subtle change in Amuro Toru's expression after glancing at the screen of his mobile phone. "Even in this situation, you should pay attention to your health - don't collapse from lack of sleep instead of bullets."

"Put aside your unnecessary concern..." Amuro Toru suddenly fell silent for a while, and then continued to speak after reluctantly considering his words, "Professor of Mathematics, after all, night is the best time to hide from others."

"Then I wish you good luck." As the person who caused Toru Amuro to rush to the dock warehouse to attend the Black Organization meeting late at night, William smiled gently at Toru Amuro as if he knew nothing about it. After watching Toru Amuro disappear from their sight, he returned to the office with Louis.

On the other side, Gin, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood in a warehouse with scattered goods, waiting with a sour face for the code members who needed to attend the meeting tonight to arrive - of course he did not inform Rum, after all, all the members of Rum's faction who were recently transferred to Japan by Rum were killed by Gin.

- Oh, except for Bourbon who has been active in Japan for some time, and Binga who is active in Western Europe for a certain mission, all the people that Rum could mobilize have probably been killed.

Even if you use your imagination, you can understand that after Bermode's death, the boss also had murderous intentions towards Rum. Compared to the mysterious Bermode who only needed to be eliminated, Rum, who was hiding behind the scenes like a spider and constantly weaving a web to protect himself, was a little more troublesome to deal with.

From the time he received the mission until today, most of the codenamed members in the organization have been cleared out by Gin.

While waiting for someone, Gin, who didn't like to review his tasks, felt irritated for no reason.

——Of course, it was for Rum who was not dead yet but would die soon.

If the boss hadn't asked to uproot Rum's entire power, Gin wouldn't have discovered that in addition to the undercover agents in various countries, half of the guys in the organization almost only listened to Rum. Undercover agents are okay, even though rats are annoying, but at least they will work harder than most members of the organization before they are exposed...

But the guys from the Rum faction can only be said to be a bunch of parasites - well, Bourbon, who was specifically named by the boss as not to be killed, is still useful, but not necessarily very useful.

——After all, this guy is a damn mystic.

The first to arrive was Vermouth. Even though the gorgeous actress was standing in a shabby warehouse, she looked like she was on a top red carpet, facing interviews from the media and a group of enthusiastic fans.

"I thought you would come with Bourbon, Irene." Gin interrupted his increasingly irritable thoughts and looked at Irene, "Bermode often travels with Bourbon in his car."

"I can just go back with him." Irene smiled and made way for the warehouse door that was only slightly opened. "It doesn't matter who you come with, right? Or do you really want me to ride in your Porsche, Xiaoqin?"

"It's in places like this that you are totally different from Belmode."

Gin took a deep breath and was about to counterattack Irene when he heard another person's voice at the door.

"Because this guy is an annoying Englishman." Dion entered the warehouse with his skirt in his hands and launched his usual national attack on Irene before Gin could speak. "Although you are also British, you are not as annoying as this guy."

"Hey, you just have a completely French prejudice, don't you?" Irene spread her hands exaggeratedly and looked at Dion in disbelief. "We have accomplished so many tasks as a team!"

"Yeah, of course it's French prejudice - so what?" Dion said to her, "Even though Irene is American, she's still an annoying British man underneath. Unlike me, both Dion and Leah are pure French."

"…I thought that since you've lived in England for so long, your opinion of the British would have changed a little bit—and besides, wasn't Leah's identity made up to be of British-French descent because you wanted to investigate Akai Shuichi's life or death?" Irene hesitated, glanced at Gin, and finally swallowed the words she hadn't said.

"It is precisely because the distance has become closer that I find the British more annoying than I thought - distance creates beauty, dear. If they are still annoying even if the distance is shortened, then there must be something wrong with the other party - besides, although that identity is also called Leah, it is not the real Leah so it does not count." Dion ended today's discussion of Britain and France and turned the topic back to the right track, "So, what do you want to talk about today, Gin?"

"Alas... don't reveal to others that you are not Bermode." Gin sighed deeply, reminded Irene, and then answered Dion's question, "It's the latest news about the organization's purpose. In addition, we also need to arrange some people for Rum's subsequent actions - after all, all his men have been cleared out."

"Who made them stand in the wrong line?" Irene smiled and turned to look at the door. "So, how many people are participating this time?"

"Eight people." Gin also stared at the door. "After all, Rum wanted to kidnap the engineer directly. It would be inconvenient to move with fewer people. After all, kidnapping is easy, but the subsequent detention, management, and coercion are all troublesome."

"I hope we can hear some good news at the meeting." Dion laughed and found a wooden box to sit on. "Otherwise, if we kill all the restless guys in the organization, Gin might die of overwork. It's better to have some good news to stop them from having such wild thoughts."

The next person to arrive was Keel.

Then Chianti and Cohen arrived.

Now, everyone is waiting for Bourbon.

Chianti, who was emotionally unstable most of the time, didn't have to wait long before he started cursing Bourbon like a machine gun, and then evolved to shooting all the mystics in the organization.

"Chianti." Irene, who was wearing the shell of Bermode, spoke up, trying to stop Chianti's continuous verbal attack. "Even if Bourbon hasn't arrived yet, didn't you see me?"

"Hmph... Bermode, I remember Brandy said before that if the interrogator hadn't shown mercy, you wouldn't have survived until now." The Chianti tonight was very aggressive. "Have you forgotten what you did wrong as soon as you got out?"

"Chianti—"

"Shut up." Gin took out the bottle of Betrayal, "Bourbon is here."

As soon as Toru Amuro walked into the warehouse, he found that the atmosphere between the members of the organization was tense. Although it was common for members of the organization to dislike each other, and even mission partners would quarrel and beat each other, it was not common for the atmosphere during a meeting to be so tense that it seemed as if Gin was about to declare that all of you were rats.

——But Gin did have his Bertram and had the insurance on it, so he looked like he could shoot at any time and anywhere.

"I seem to have come at the wrong time." Amuro Toru put one hand in his pocket and smiled, causing everyone in the warehouse to tilt their heads. "How about I go out first and come back after you guys have solved the problem?"

“Forget it.” Chianti let out a sigh of disappointment and turned his eyes away from Vermode.

And "Vermode" just smiled innocently and spread his hands, shrugged at Amuro Toru who was standing a little far away.

"...Heh." After seeing the two of them calm down, Gin put Bert and Leta back under his coat, and sneered as he reminded Amuro Toru who was late, "You're the only one missing, Bourbon."

"I'm sorry, Rum urged me to check the people, and I just gave him the results before I rushed over." Amuro Toru shrugged nonchalantly, walked to the gap reserved by others in advance and stood there with a smile, "So, is there any new mission today that requires us to be gathered together?"

"There are two missions in total." Gin announced, holding a cigarette in his mouth, "One mission target is a buoy in the Pacific Ocean; the other is to go to Antarctica."

"Chaldea?" Amuro raised his eyebrows. "Shouldn't we do the same as when Binga was on a mission, sneaking in to get intelligence first, and then arranging the follow-up mission?"

"Champagne is the deputy director of Chaldea." Gin answered Amuro Toru nonchalantly.

——If you can get to a higher position, you can just dive in on your own.

Two undercover agents from different organizations heard the same meaning in Gin's words.

"Although it would be better for us to assassinate the director of Chaldea and let Champagne become the director naturally—" Dion spread his hands, smiled and sighed with regret, "But when the director of Chaldea was in Japan, he was involved in a shooting. Since then, the difficulty of assassination has increased a lot."

"If the director dies now, Champagne will be suspected - and the identity of the deputy director is enough." Gin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and assigned tasks to everyone, "'Bermode', Bourbon, you dive into the Pacific buoy and kidnap the developer of cross-age recognition technology - Naomi Argent."

"Mello, come with me to take care of some remaining matters."

"The others and Vodka waited in a submarine around the Pacific buoy. Bermode and Bourbon first entered the water via the submarine and then dived to the Pacific buoy."

"As for Antarctica——The boss's order is to find the 'perpetual motion machine' after Chaldea is opened to the outside world. No matter what means we use."

"'Perpetual motion machine'?" Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he heard the term.

He had previously gone to England as a disciple of Kogoro Mori, and had therefore witnessed the co-performance of the two thieves. Although the quality of the thieves' performances remained as high as ever, Toru Amuro felt that if the black thief hadn't slipped him that little card, he would have praised their performance more sincerely.

When chasing the thieves, Toru Amuro noticed that several detectives were deliberately stalling for time, so he found an excuse to sneak away from the crowd and found a position near the place where the thieves were talking to eavesdrop - then, combined with what he heard, and the content on the black thief card that Shiro Amakusa had stuffed into his pocket at some point...

Toru Amuro thought of something quite bad.