Already solved...wait, what? !
Toru Amuro almost couldn't keep his expression, and his bone marrow was frozen for a moment.
The "solution" certainly doesn't mean capturing alive. Surprised, Toru Amuro still analyzed the situation methodically.
Katori Mie most likely died while being hunted, otherwise he would definitely be implicated. Judging from the current state, he has not been exposed yet.
Therefore, the information handed over to him by the police... fell into the hands of the organization.
Toru Amuro felt as if his stomach was heavy, as if he had swallowed a lead weight.
But Rum won't leave him much time to digest the failure. Then, Toru Amuro put on an interested smile:
"It's been solved... Do we have enough information? I didn't expect that we were wrong this time. That woman..."
Toru Amuro's inquiry turned into whispering to himself in the second half. He vividly imitated the subtle attitude of a self-respecting intelligence expert who was frustrated.
But no matter how similar the acting is, Toru Amuro still feels a sigh of relief in his heart.
The main reason is that Amuro Toru can't figure out Rum's thoughts. Even if he is not exposed, his involvement with Katori Mie is enough for him to visit the interrogation room instead of lying on the bed comfortably like now...
So is Rum watching his poor performance with cold eyes, or was he really fooled by him?
"Information?"
Rum smiled,
"We are very lucky. The mission target was carrying an important piece of information when she was arrested. Although she committed suicide by taking poison...and that piece of information is related to you, Bourbon."
"What?"
Toru Amuro pretended that he couldn't hold back his screams, but in fact, he couldn't help it. The development of things exceeded his expectations again and again.
Rum ignored Bourbon and called another name:
"Curaçao."
The door of the infirmary was opened again, and Curaçao, who had silver hair and heterochromatic eyes, walked in, holding an information bag in his hand.
She seemed to know everything about what happened in the ward, and she handed the information to Toru Amuro. He sat back on the escort chair again.
"Bourbon, open it." Rum ordered again.
Toru Amuro opened the document bag without hesitation.
There were only a few thin pages of information. Amuro Toru read every line at a glance, and his fingers couldn't help but use force to wrinkle the paper.
The information is simple.
It is an investigation report on Amuro Tooru from the perspective of Katori Mie, and it reflects in the details the feeling that Katori Mie hired "Detective Amuro" to investigate him.
The sentence at the bottom of the report is extremely eye-catching: suspected to be a peripheral member of that organization.
Toru Amuro put down the paper and looked at the camera representing Rum again. He was now completely calm.
Underneath the calm, there is anger flowing like fire, and within the anger there is a coldness close to zero.
It is impossible for the organization to fake this information in Katori Mie's tone to deceive him. Some details in the information can only be known by Katori Mie, or in other words, only the police who have been in contact with Katori Mie can know it.
Therefore, this report could only be obtained from the USB flash drive he gave to Katori Mie. There are obvious signs of cropping in the report, indicating that it is a small part taken from the data.
And among the information handed over to Katori Mie by the police, there will be such a report, such a report on investigating one's own undercover...
"It is suspected that... Katori Mie has not caught any definite evidence." Toru Amuro analyzed in a Bourbon tone, "This information has not been handed over to the line. There is a high probability that I have not been noticed by the real planner."
"But..." Toru Amuro looked at the camera again, "Do you need me to retain my identity as Detective Amuro and continue fishing, sir?"
"That's right." Rum was very happy that Bourbon understood his intention, "Since it's fishing, Curacao will assist you."
assist? It seems to be under surveillance. Toru Amuro glanced at Curacao calmly, who blinked innocently.
Toru Amuro knew that this was the best outcome. The organization did not doubt his identity. On the contrary, the intelligence in Katori Mie's hands also proved his credibility in disguise.
But it was difficult for Toru Amuro to suppress his inner anger and...disappointment.
It turns out that the USB flash drive was a bait carefully prepared for the organization.
Its destination was not to be handed over to Katori Mie, but to be obtained by the organization "by all possible means." thereby interfering with the organization's judgment.
In this case, Katori Mie has only one ending: death at the hands of the organization. Only in this way can the credibility of the intelligence be proved.
Toru Amuro recalled Katori Mie's expression when she took the USB flash drive, and recalled the order from the police that "the information must be delivered." He unknowingly acted as the executioner and sent his colleagues to a dead end.
Under the direction of the police...
"I will give you a perfect answer, Mr. Rum." Toru Amuro responded, looking away from Curacao.
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"Tsk, it's getting more and more complicated. It's really troublesome."
Looking through the information sent by Miko Nishimoto, Tsumugi Kawakami slurped instant noodles and ate lemon candies, commenting in a low voice while eating.
In order to better grasp the intelligence, Kawakami asked his subordinates to investigate Bourbon's route today and try to review it.
As he expected, there was little progress. It turns out that Bourbon is just as good at hiding from surveillance as he is, and the information Kawakami got was only a few blurry photos.
"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"
"If I check the surveillance now, I guess it has been dealt with by those guys from the intelligence team... It's a pity that I was with that guy Gin during the prime time due to the time difference."
Without reliable information, Kawakamiji could only rely on his imagination to reason out of thin air.
Tsumugi Kawakami put away the finished instant noodle box, threw it into the trash can, and brewed it for another two seconds:
"First of all, Bourbon was hunted by the organization because of the locator. There are two possibilities for the pursuit: the first is that he was pursued by mistake; the second is that the organization is directing and acting on its own. Based on Gin's reaction, both are possible. .
"But if it was self-directed and self-acted, it would be a matter within the intelligence team, and there is no need to continue reasoning. Therefore, it is assumed that it is the first type, a mistaken pursuit, and the real mission target secretly transferred the locator to the wave itself.
"Tsk, it's not necessarily a secret transfer. Maybe Bourbon is helping the real mission target escape. This can explain why he ran to the place where the gangs were fighting with a clear purpose, just to fish in troubled waters."
"Of course, this is just the most likely guess. Maybe the real situation is completely opposite...who knows?"
Kawakami came up with this answer after knowing in advance that Bourbon's identity was impure.
But he felt that if Rum made more effort to investigate, he might come to the same conclusion as him. That guy Rum is pretty hard to fool.
But Rum will definitely not directly affect Bourbon, Kawakami thought.
If the mission target covered by Bourbon escapes, Bourbon can deny it without definite evidence. According to organizational regulations, Rum cannot interrogate him.
No matter how suspicious it is, without conclusive evidence, the managers of the organization cannot directly drag the code members to interrogation. This is a matter of principle.
Once an opening is opened, there will definitely be members who are forced to become "suspicious" due to factional intrusion and conflict of interests. At that time, the organization will definitely be more chaotic than the current situation with undercover agents running rampant.
But if the target of the mission covered by Bourbon is caught... then there is nothing that can be done, and Bourbon can go on his way.
