"No." Shuji Tsushima denied Kitagawa Murasu's speculation without changing his expression and his heart not beating.
"We believe in your strength. After all, you are a quite famous intelligence dealer. We really think you can compete with Rum~" he said confidently.
Bourbon and Scotland on the side recalled what the other party said not long ago, with slightly interested smiles on their faces.
Obviously when Kitagawa Murakami decided to go find Rum, everyone was already prepared to watch each other's excitement.
No one thought that the other party would win, so the three of them didn't even bother to open the bet. As expected, Kitagawa Murakami lost, and it seemed that he lost quite miserably.
"I didn't expect Rum to be so good at fighting." Kitagawa Murakami sighed.
Where is the promised head of the intelligence department? Why did it hit so hard?
Why is he from the intelligence department if he is so capable?
"What do you think an intelligence officer is like?" Bourbon, the second-in-command of the intelligence department, asked sincerely.
"You're not that good at fighting. You're about the same as me. At most, you can fight a little better than me." Kitagawa Murakami said seriously.
"Intelligence relies on the brain!" He pointed at his head with emotion.
"...So in your opinion, those who engage in intelligence can't be beaten?" Tsushima Shuji dug a hole for the opponent with a smile.
"No, I mean, if you are smart enough, just relying on your brain is enough, but if you are not smart enough, you need combat ability as a supplement..." Kitagawa Murakami stepped into the pit and buried himself with soil. .
"In other words, Bourbon either can't fight, or his brain is not smart enough." Shuji Tsushima concluded thoughtfully.
"That's very good." He gave Kitagawa Murakami a thumbs up.
Kitagawa Murasuu's eyes slowly fell on Bourbon, and the blond and purple-eyed man twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile.
"The second-in-command in the intelligence department is probably a little worse than Rum..." Kitagawa Murakami analyzed the situation in a low voice.
A little worse than Rum, I should be able to beat him.
Bourbon's expression suddenly froze.
A little worse than rum...
This sentence seemed to ring in his ears countless times from the stereo.
"Want to compare?" He didn't refute, just asked with a smile.
"We'll wait until the injury heals, but in this case, even if I hire you, I may not be able to kill Rum..." Kitagawa Murakami sighed.
"You should be better at fighting, right?" He looked at Scotland aside.
The opponent looked taller than Bourbon, and his arm muscles seemed to be more obvious.
After all, he is the sniper in the organization.
Through various means, he almost figured out the status of some members of the organization.
Base liquor, as well as spirits, cocktails...
The strength of the members of the organization code-named Liquor is not that weak.
Both bourbon and scotch are low in alcohol.
"My words...probably pretty good." Scotland looked at his friend and said with a smile.
It's hard to say how strong he and Bourbon are. After all, they have received the same training course since they were young.
Training also mostly ends in draws.
If you really want to compete, I'm afraid you can only fight between life and death to see who survives in the end.
But they won't do that.
Bourbon's face looked a little dark.
How did you come to the conclusion that intelligence officers are not good at fighting?
How dare you steal information if you are not good at fighting? Aren't you afraid of being discovered and beaten to death?
Excellent intelligence personnel are definitely those who have experienced hundreds of battles and have extraordinary skills.
Otherwise, he would have been killed long ago during the mission.
Only by extraordinary skill can one escape smoothly after obtaining information.
This is the difference between wild intelligence traffickers and organized intelligence agents like them.
Roma has never tried to break into the police station, FBI headquarters, or mi6 building to steal intelligence.
"Don't think of them as intelligence dealers, just think of them as the same agents trained by various countries." Shuji Tsushima said to Kitagawa Murakami.
The intelligence personnel of the organization are trained according to the level of agents from various countries. They are good at fighting, acting, and have first-class intelligence gathering capabilities.
Just as only the best of the best can become agents, only the best of the best can enter the intelligence service.
Otherwise, how could Rum be regarded as the second in command of the organization?
Because the intelligence department does have a very high status.
"Indeed, I regarded them as ordinary intelligence dealers..." Kitagawa Murakami nodded.
Members of the criminal kingdom should indeed not be compared to ordinary intelligence dealers.
For an organization that has been noticed by various countries, and has not been eliminated to this day, and is still standing, it seems that there is no problem in comparing their members to the top agents of various countries.
Then the ordinary members are probably equivalent to top-level soldiers.
If you think about it this way, there is nothing unacceptable about Rum being so capable.
Bourbon should be pretty beatable too.
In this case, forget about the competition.
"I've been targeted by Rum. It won't be long before he comes to take revenge on me. Is there any way to solve it?" Kitagawa Murasuu asked seriously.
He doesn't want to die yet.
"Targeted by rum?" The person who took over Kitagawamura's conversation was not Bourbon and Scotland, nor Shuji Tsushima, but Chablis.
"Why did you bring a guy who was targeted by Rum to my place? Send him away." The slovenly middle-aged man waved his hands with an unlucky look.
It would be a bit troublesome if that guy Rum came here in person.
"You can ask him for help." Bourbon looked at Tsujima Shuji and said to Kitagawa Murakami.
"...young master...are you good at fighting?" Kitagawa Murakami looked at the boy who didn't look very good at fighting and asked hesitantly.
His impression of Tsushima Shuji was that he was enigmatic, mentally strong, and of high status, but sometimes very childish, willful, and unscrupulous.
But being good at fighting is definitely not included in so many labels.
"Both of us can't beat him." Scotland said very calmly and naturally.
He tells the truth and is not ashamed of it.
Most people in the organization probably can't defeat Kaa, and as for Gin...
I've never seen it, but it seems unlikely.
Kitagawa Murasu looked at Tsushima Shuji. The black-haired boy with wild eyes still looked sickly and careless, as if he had not heard them mention him.
His appearance is still childish, and his figure is still that of a young man who has not yet grown out.
As a result, neither Bourbon nor Scotland can beat the other?
This was not in line with his impression of the sickly young master.
He also thought that the other party was purely a brain type.
Is the force value actually so high?
"In this case... how about a deal?" The blond man with gray eyes raised his glasses and smiled.
"Do you want to make a deal with me again? Okay, let's talk about it." Tsushima Shuji nodded and motioned for the other party to continue.
"Help me kill Rum..." Kitagawa Murakami said while observing the boy's face, but found that the other man's face always had a casual expression, which did not change at all.
Even when he heard the words "Kill Rum", he didn't react at all.
"Or provide me with a way to kill him." So he continued.
[PS: The next chapter will be replaced tomorrow. 】
