A chance to prove your loyalty...
Curacao looked into Moscato's sea-like eyes and already knew that there was only one choice before her.
She took a deep breath: "What am I going to do?"
"A smart choice."
Moscato took out the folded document from his bag and laid it flat on the coffee table. On top of the document, five photos were arranged -
The first three pictures are Akai Mutake, Akai Shuichi, and Akai Mari. The last two pictures are completely black, with only an uncertain question mark to mark them.
At the bottom of the photo, the corresponding names are marked. Akai Mutake and Akai Mari's names are filled in correctly, but Akai Shuichi's place is filled with the words "Morohoshi Dai?"
"This is……"
Curacao recognized one of the people above.
"Rye whiskey?"
During the previous trip to Cairo, Curacao had seen Akai Shuichi and knew that the man in the photo was a member of the organization. In terms of strength, he was surprisingly strong.
At that time, when Gin and others went directly to Rum's base camp, this guy was single-handedly fighting gangsters in the city.
"It's him, but his true identity." After getting used to Moscato's voice, Curaçao actually felt an inexplicable sexiness in it.
The only well-known female cadre in the organization that she had close contact with was Belmode. Unlike that witch who exuded seductive charm, this woman named Moscato, although her height was not as good as hers, she always made her Do you feel like you are facing a resolute teacher?
"Are you distracted?" Moscato frowned with delicate brows.
"No, I was just wondering why rye whiskey was associated with MI6 people."
On the document, Curacao could see the identities of Akai Mutake and Akai Mari, both of whom were MI6 agents.
"Is he an undercover agent?"
"It's just suspicion, but no substantial evidence has been obtained. Therefore, your mission this time is to go to the headquarters to investigate the whereabouts of Rye Whiskey and find out his relationship with the FBI."
"Okay...wait?"
Curacao felt something was wrong.
"Why the FBI? Shouldn't it be MI6?"
"This is a situation that cannot be fully confirmed." Moscato raised his hand and rubbed his neck, and replied listlessly, "If rye whiskey is related to MI6, then based on the existing intelligence, it is enough His identity has been confirmed, but..."
When it comes to intelligence, background checks cannot be too strict. A person whose parents are intelligence officers from another country can actually sneak into the FBI and be sent out to work as an undercover agent...
Because the deployment of our own personnel when closing the net depends entirely on the intelligence returned by the undercover agents in the enemy camp. Once the undercover agent betrays, at least the target will escape, or at worst, our own army will be led into the encirclement and the entire army will be annihilated. Therefore, there is no one who can serve as an undercover agent. If you have any questions, they are all trustworthy elites.
"Lord Rum, he suspects that the rye whiskey may be the bait thrown by the brandy."
Of course, at the beginning, Rum was not like he is now. At that time, his suspicion of things was still based on reasonable inferences from intelligence, plus a little intuition at most. However, after the backstabbing incident, he evolved into the suspicious person he is today.
In short, Asakura has done all kinds of bad things.
After all, Curacao has followed Rum for many years and knows his character. Hearing this reason, he didn't ask any more questions.
"When should I leave?" she asked bluntly.
"Now."
Moscato replied.
…
after one day.
An ordinary-looking girl with brown hair and half-rimmed glasses walked out of the airport exit.
She stood at the taxi stand and waited patiently for a while, then got into a taxi and disappeared into Tokyo, a city with a population of tens of millions.
Cairo.
"I have already gone to Curacao, but my lord, you have already confirmed the identity of Rye Whiskey, why do you want her to make a special trip again?" Moscato asked on the phone.
Ever since Rum's house was ransacked, his whereabouts have been completely unknown. There were confidants who could meet him in person, but now anyone can only contact him by phone.
"Because I need her to make this trip."
Rum did not explain, but hung up the phone after receiving the news that Curacao had arrived - any longer the call, there would be a risk of being tracked.
In fact, the reason why Curacao went to the island country's headquarters to investigate rye whiskey was that if the rye whiskey was secretly disposed of by Brandy during this period, it would mean that Curacao had revealed the purpose of the operation and she was an undercover agent.
And if rye whiskey is still active, then Curacao has proved her loyalty. After rum returns, it can also use rye whiskey as an excuse to launch attacks and shake the status of brandy.
To be honest, Rum would prefer Curaçao to be Brandy's spy. In that case, even if the rye whiskey is disposed of, it will not prevent Rum from using his identity to make a fuss. Brandy can also detain an unknown person and lead to organizational secrets. Leaked hat.
And in this way, Rum can also feel the pleasure of playing with brandy in the applause - in essence, this is the main purpose of sending Curacao there in an unnecessary way.
The ridiculous feeling that you didn't expect that the intelligence sent to you by your own spies finally led you to a dead end was enough to make him let out a bad breath that was suppressed in all aspects.
As for the failure of the plan, the taboo of a counselor is to doubt his own wisdom. And Rum doesn’t think that brandy can make the rising star of rye whiskey instantly disappear from everyone’s memory.
As long as he did rise through the ranks with Brandy in control of the organization, then Brandy would not be able to escape this guilt.
The knife had been sharpened long ago and was ready to be stabbed.
So, what is the current situation in Curacao, which he has high hopes for at this moment?
"Miss, can I take another passenger on board?" The taxi driver looked at Curacao in ordinary disguise in the rearview mirror and asked politely.
Hearing this question, Curacao was stunned for a moment, and then asked confirmingly, "What?"
At the same time, she had noticed a man who looked like an office worker not far ahead, waving eagerly.
The driver repeated the question.
Curacao nodded and replied in the same lame tone as Judy: "Okay, no problem."
The driver thanked him and pulled over. Then, the dusty office worker opened the back seat door and got in.
"Sorry, please go to the nearest subway station. Thank you in a hurry!"
Taxi prices in the island country are still at the highest price during the bubble era, which is unbearable for the people of the island country who have fallen from prosperity.
"Gene Era"
Curacao leaned to the other side, trying his best to look like a tourist in a foreign country who didn't understand the situation.
Then.
There was a "click" and the car door was locked.
At this moment, her heart trembled, feeling that something was wrong.
Sure enough, when she looked at the office worker next to her again, she found that he had touched an evil ghost mask on his face from somewhere.
"Curaçao-chan, long time no see!"
The cheerful voice is paired with a lively vocal line, which should have appeared in the reunion of friends after a long separation.
However, at this moment, Curacao just felt like falling into an ice cave.
