Cachaca, the national liquor of Brazil, is a spirit brewed mainly from fresh sugar cane juice through fermentation and distillation.
The taste is as sweet as juice, but the actual alcohol content can be as high as 48%, which can easily make wine tasters who look down on it drunk. Easily confused by outsiders with rums that are also made from sugar cane.
In fact, cachacia is not rum. It has a different origin from rum, and the specific raw materials are also different.
However, in an organization codenamed after liquor, Kawakami Tsumugi is indeed closely related to the second-in-command Rum.
Although Kawakami Tsumugi was affiliated with the action team a year ago, he was directly subordinate to Rum. Most of his operations were only at the direction of Rum and that gentleman, and he did not have much interaction with Gin, who actually led the action team.
But now the gentleman pushed him to Gin's side.
This is a little embarrassing.
If a huge organization, no matter what it does, wants to develop in a stable and long-term manner, there will inevitably be interference and constraints between different factions under the deliberate operation of the organization.
It doesn't matter if you hang around at the bottom, but if you climb up, it will involve the issue of taking sides.
Rum and Gin, one is mainly responsible for intelligence logistics, the other is mainly responsible for operational field service, and the mysterious top manager of the research group formed a tripartite force within the organization.
Rum and Gin lead the two major factions respectively, but they don't deal with them very well. Kawakamiji seems a bit out of place in the middle.
It's not that difficult, but no one wants to be forced to be a good dancer when they can enjoy simple relationships.
With his thoughts in turmoil, Kawakami opened the door without changing his expression.
Gin was leaning in the shadows of the corridor smoking, the scarlet fire flickering on and off. In the darkness, all he could see was his silver hair pouring down like the cold edge of a knife blade.
Kawakami thought that given the opponent's model worker attributes, he would not waste time waiting for him. Perhaps the boss who had just punched him with a combination of punches had given him some instructions via email.
"Please give me your advice next time, Gin." Kawakami bowed his head in a manner that was neither humble nor overbearing.
Gin sneered, and his dark green eyes could perfectly draw a fan-shaped diagram of disgust, pickiness, and impatience each accounting for one-third.
"Kashasha, I hope the year you wasted in the research team did not degrade your IQ and skills. Otherwise..."
Gin did not waste time using meaningful ellipsis to continue to exaggerate the solemn and terrifying atmosphere. He turned around and strode towards the other end of the corridor.
Kawakami Tsumugi walked side by side with him. A cautious killer would not expose his back to others. He knew this well and had no intention of getting into Gin's troubles.
One or two people always like this. He quietly rolled his eyes in the blind spot where the surveillance camera and Gin were looking.
Kawakami Tsumugi's former deputy who rebelled is called Akira Nakamura, a 34-year-old Japanese-American who grew up in the United States. The information is pure and unremarkable, and is most likely forged. Now he has been in the organization's torture chamber for 26 hours, and has been in the medical room several times due to serious injuries.
"I'm actually not good at interrogation." Kawakami sighed with some distress.
"That gentleman asked you to come." Gin's tone was calm.
When the two entered the torture chamber, the smell of blood hit their faces. The scene under the dim lights is enough to make any normal person feel uncomfortable.
"Mr. Nakamura, are you okay?" Kawakami asked softly.
There was no disgust for the organizational rats, no resentment for being betrayed, and even feelings of concern and worry almost overflowed from his words.
Kawakami's tone today is no different from when the two had a harmonious relationship and collaborated on research.
Gin stood silently aside, acting as a presence in the background.
Nakamura raised his head feebly, he was wearing a cangue.
"Don't worry, Nakamura-kun. I don't have a habit of torturing people. I just want to know the truth." Kawakami comforted his former subordinate, "I'm not good at interrogation."
"But since you have stolen the information, you should know that technology is the primary productive force compared to all the other ways humans use brute force to achieve their goals."
Nakamura Akira's pupils narrowed in fear. Kawakami Tsumugi turned around and asked Gin for instructions:
"Gin, I apply to use my newly developed C750 confessional agent on traitors."
Half an hour later.
"The matter is already clear." Tsumugi Kawakami put the empty medicine syringe into a special disposal bag. "Recovering the stolen information will not be a problem. We can even catch another wave of fish."
Gin was a little surprised. He only knew from the information that Kashaxia had scientific research talents, but he didn't expect that he could come up with such a superior reagent.
C750 reagent is far more effective than other self-whitening agents. Slightly hallucinogenic, it can completely eliminate the vigilance of the injected person, causing the injected person to fall into a hypnotic state, almost answering any questions.
The disadvantage is that it is expensive and has serious side effects.
Gin estimates that it won't be long before the C750 becomes the favorite of every interrogation room in the organization. Think again of the huge profits gained from black market transactions...
The industrial chain with huge funds rolled through his mind.
Kawakami raised his gun, but before he could pull the safety catch, Gin stopped him.
"Nakamura has no survival value."
"Really?" Gin sneered, "You seem to want to end the suffering of your former subordinates, Kashasha."
"Ah, as a researcher on the long road of science..." Kawakami responded calmly.
Gin's gun pointed at his head again.
Kawakami continued: "I respect life, and naturally I respect death."
Disgustingly hypocritical. Gin thought.
"Really. There happens to be a perfect experimental subject right in front of me. Let me see how bad you are at torture."
"Of course. But...you're really hard to please, Gin."
"The tone of your voice is disgusting."
Kawakami shrugged. Whether he was interrogating Nakamura Akira or being targeted by Gin, he never showed any other expression except a gentle smile.
He picked up the handy tool from the metal table nearby. The lenses of his glasses reflected white light at the right angle.
It's true that I'm not good at interrogation, but I'm not particularly bad at it either.
In fact, Tsumugi Kawakami also knows how to keep others alive while enduring the greatest pain. But watching him torture others was a form of mental pollution.
Gin has seen many perverts, but no one can torture others while encouraging them with gentle words like Kawakami Tsumugi:
"Come on, Nakamura-kun, I believe you can survive."
"Believe me, Nakamura-kun, it will be over soon."
"Nakamura-kun..."
It seems like a passionate obstetrician and gynecologist is encouraging pregnant women with difficult labor.
In less than ten minutes, Gin couldn't help but shoot to end the farce. Of course he didn't kill Kawakami Tsuji, although he wanted to do so.
The two left the torture chamber. The gentleman notified Kawakami of his new safe house address by email.
Kawakami didn't have a car or cash on him, but Gin ruthlessly refused his request for a ride. They argued over it for two floors, and Gin finally threw him a wad of yen like a beggar.
Kawakami decided to have a better attitude towards Gin in the future, because Gin said that he did not need to pay back the money.
When they were about to leave the organization's stronghold, they passed by a group of people. A group of big men in black clothes surrounded a girl with short brown hair, about 14 or 15 years old. The girl has an exquisite appearance and an outstanding temperament.
Kawakamiji suddenly stopped.
[Drip - Capture the key figure: Shirley (Miyano Shiho)]
[Character points obtained: 1]
[Current character points: 7]
A voice that only Kawakamiji could hear came from his mind.
