If Kawakami knew about Scotland's speculation, he might have smiled disapprovingly.
To be honest, Tsumugi Kawakami has been in the research team and the action team, but he has never been in the intelligence team.
He has this ability himself, but Rum will not let him get involved in this field.
But Tsumugi Kawakami always did some intelligence team work, just like now.
"I asked you why you were so eager to kill that intelligence officer." Kawakami tapped his finger on the coffee table.
"Organization's order?" Belmod said as he sorted out the disguise materials in his hand.
The intelligence officer Kawakami was talking about was the unlucky guy who was blindly sniped by him.
Under normal circumstances, for such people who not only defected but were also involved with official forces, the winery would prefer to capture them alive and then squeeze out all the information.
Unless the information that person carries is no longer useful.
But this is another exception.
Just as Kawakami had guessed, the intelligence officer was the one instigated by Cognac, Grenache's subordinate who had been discovered as an undercover agent.
"But I have a question." Tsumugi Kawakami raised his hand, "Since you have been instigated, wouldn't it be more useful to stay in the organization? Why should you fake your death?"
That peripheral member was not a good pawn and didn't even have a code name. Konec's status is not low, and he can obtain all the information that the peripheral member can obtain.
If you stay in the organization, you can barely cooperate with the action, but if you take it out, it will be basically useless.
Developing such a downline that is of little use is leaving loopholes for yourself.
Belmod's eyes dimmed for a moment: "They are still different from us. Sometimes, the choice they make is not the optimal solution, but the most humane one... Not everyone is willing to accept the darkness."
"Deserves respect." Kawakami nodded slightly and skipped the question.
"The peripheral member faked his death and became Konik's informant," Bermod came back to his senses and reviewed the information. "He helped Konik pass information between the organization and ICPO."
“Now that Cognac has been caught,” added Kawakami, “it would have been logical to take a long shot and use that peripheral member to carve out a whole line—but the winery just killed him.
"The most likely thing is that the peripheral member has an extremely important piece of information. It is so important that the winery does not dare to take the slightest risk and use it to go fishing. Instead, it catches the big ones and releases the small ones. I'm right, Sarah. Lang?"
It was always more difficult to capture alive than to kill directly, and it was obvious that the winery did not dare to take the slightest risk of failing the mission.
This information is not included in the intelligence, and is all based on Kawakami's own inferences. Obviously, even as Kawakami Tsumugi, he has no authority to know this information.
"As long as you know it well." Belmod felt helpless, "You have to say it, boy?"
"If things are like this, why are you still covering up?" Kawakami took out another lemon candy from his sleeve, "It seems that this time Grenache suffered a heavy blow."
Belmod shrugged: "I thought you guys were having a big holiday, so why don't you take pleasure in others' misfortune?"
"Not interested." Tsumugi Kawakami is more concerned about the mission, "Since you are here, the mission must be related to disguise, so it will definitely not be a simple confirmation of whether the information is really leaked - what exactly are you going to do?"
"You should have guessed it. The organization wants to fish without bait."
"Disguise yourself as that peripheral member to connect?" Kawakami took a deep breath, "Why is it me again? You make me come and go in disguise every day, so why not give me your disguise?" .”
"Dah oh~ Don't you know how to do it yourself?"
Kawakamiji rolled his eyes. He couldn't say the words "Not as good as you".
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"Is this still a connection? Let's go and deliver the baby with his eighteenth generation ancestor." Kawakami Tsumugi couldn't hold back his expletives.
"Don't be so grumpy."
They obtained a lot of useful information from Cognac - thanks to the C750 confessional agent that Kawakami devoted himself to studying.
But it was precisely because of this that Kawakami felt that this action was outrageous.
In short, intelligence transfer is divided into the following three steps:
In the first step, Kognak informed the liaison officer to receive important information.
In the second step, Koniek sends the intelligence to that peripheral member;
The third step is for the peripheral member to determine the contact information with the ICPO liaison officer;
The fourth step is to connect peripheral members with the liaison officer.
It seems simple and clear, but there is a big question: How do peripheral members and liaison officers connect? This was entirely decided by the peripheral member, which meant that Cognac didn’t know either.
"I don't know how to connect..." Tsumugi Kawakami said weakly, "It's just a joke. I have everything in my dreams. Just go to sleep."
Now that the peripheral member is dead, the connection is completely a mystery.
"I believe you must have a way, Kashasha." Bermod said sincerely, "With your reasoning and analysis skills..."
"No, no, no, don't put a high hat on me - is this what that gentleman meant?" Kawakami felt the need to confirm the importance of this task.
"That's right."
"Okay...I'll try my best to do it well." The gray-haired young man took another lemon candy and closed his eyes. "I will give you a feasible plan within today."
Half an hour later, Kawakamiji opened the door.
The place where they settled was a small private hotel, the kind of hotel where you don't need to check your ID when you check in, you can just pay your girlfriend to have fun, and there's a good chance that there's a pinhole camera on the ceiling.
Of course, this is just an external disguise, and the true identity of this store is a stronghold of the organization.
Because the disguise was too successful, many ordinary people stayed in this hotel.
And they are still some unscrupulous little gangsters.
He was a tall man, wearing an open leather jacket, with gods tattooed on his exposed chest muscles. They were gathered together in twos and threes smoking cigarettes. After seeing Kawakami Tsumugi going out, one of them made a provocation:
"Hey! Can you satisfy that red-haired girl?"
It seemed that they saw Belmode when he went out.
He didn't care, but the appearance of Grenache could not be revealed to outsiders.
Kawakami frowned inwardly. Ordinary people should not come up on this floor. It seems that the management of this hotel is not good.
Gotta deal with it.
He pretended not to understand French, glanced at the people and left along the corridor.
"Hey, gringo." "Bad San..."
Fortunately, those people only made provocations and did not harass me. If I were killed, blood would be splashed on my body, and the use of potions would be a waste.
And it's not his job.
Kawakami walked to Scotland door and knocked.
Scotland opened the door.
"Come with me for a walk." Kawakami said.
Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Kashaxia's gourd, Scotland went back to the house and packed his weapons. Then leave this floor with Kawakami Tsumugi.
"So it's still not working here. It's much worse than over there in Japan." Tsumugi Kawakami whispered to himself, "Because of improper management, ordinary people are put here... tsk."
When passing by the front desk, Kawakami woke up the drowsy boss, "Take care of it, there are things on the top floor that shouldn't be there."
