Kawakami knew that the Thousand-Faced Witch was still trying to get information, so he was too lazy to deal with Belmod's tricks, so he typed in the email:
[After all, this information is not difficult to check... I guess you won't spend too much time, right? ——cachaca】
Belmode did not continue to discuss this topic and exchanged a few words of information. Kawakami ended the communication. He thought for a few seconds and drafted a report to the gentleman.
After all, he was Kashasha who had "lost his memory", so there was no need to completely hide some things from his guardian. And Kawakami had a hunch that his unreliable partner not only wanted to cause big trouble, but also wanted to drag him down.
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Therefore, it is important to take a stand... The gray-haired young man thought that he could drag others into the situation, but others could not drag him into the situation.
[Sir, I analyzed the drug sample sent by Vermouth. It should be only an incomplete version. I have already researched the complete version of the drug, and it is tentatively named a043. ——cachaca】
[Also, I think there should be someone else behind the scenes, far more than just Cointreau. ——cachaca】
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It took almost a week for Kawakami Tsumugi and his team to figure out the weak points of the drug production site that was faked as a fertilizer processing plant, and then they waited patiently for Cointreau and his team to make their move.
As the gray-haired young man initially learned, Cointreau was indeed an arrogant and self-righteous guy.
After Belmode "accidentally" let Cointreau's people discover his activities in City C, the head of the third branch turned to keep a close eye on the Thousand-Faced Witch and completely ignored Kashasha, who unfortunately "died" in the line of duty.
Objective analysis shows that Cointreau's strategy is correct. After all, compared to a cannon fodder who was ostracized by his former boss, has mediocre force, and knows nothing about the complicated situation in country A; Bermod, who has long been famous in the intelligence team, is obviously more threatening. sex.
"Tsk, so that's short-sighted. That guy probably thinks that the real investigation is Belmod, and Kashasha is just an obvious target." Kawakami complained.
But this was the effect he wanted. Cointreau's thinking accurately stepped into the trap he laid, which even made Kawakami feel a little bored.
The gray-haired young man's whole appearance changed. When Bermod and Jundu were fighting wits and courage, Tsumugi Kawakami took her place and infiltrated Mojito's forces, pretending to be the new person in charge who replaced the Polish Snow Tree. The trade aspect is very easy.
"Are you unhappy because you are underestimated?" Scotland standing aside asked in a low voice.
"No, please don't speculate on my thoughts, thank you." Kawakami glanced at this guy with disgust on his face.
The Polish snow tree has passed the crisis period, and Scotland has naturally been recruited by Kawakami as a labor force. Under the disguise level of the climax of the Thousand Faced Witch, the appearance and bone structure of the cat-eyed young man have undergone earth-shaking changes.
But this is not a long-term solution. It is still inconvenient to use props such as silicone brackets and inflatable models to forcibly change the body shape. It also requires maintenance from time to time by Belmode and can easily be exposed.
Therefore, we need to fight quickly——
To be honest, the gray-haired young man had had enough. In order to pretend to be realistic, Kawakami even gave up lemon candy briefly and painfully tried smoking. After all, a gangster who licks blood from his knife cannot have his mouth filled with the aroma of lemon candies.
"Get ready, let's go say hello to Mojito tonight." Kawakami said lazily.
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The lifeblood connecting the traditional gangs in City C is the family, Mr. Adrian Esposito thought.
The arms dealer was in a rare trance. He was standing in front of the ICU ward, and through a window, Esposito's half-brother was lying unconscious on the hospital bed with tubes inserted all over his body.
His brother Quinn, who had fought bloody battles with him and contributed to the Esposito family's empire, was now dying because of an incurable disease. Before blood ties, the identity of Mojito will always come second to the identity of Adrian Esposito.
This is also the reason why Mojito embezzled the organization's funds and secretly purchased black market drugs. That kind of drug can kill Quinn, but it has a huge demand and is expensive.
And in addition to large sums of money, Mojito also provides another thing to the transaction parties - people, a large number of people who are bought and sold as slaves. In industry slang they are called livestock.
The slums are a good choice. When the Esposito family moves its industry into the slums, no one cares about the fate of those who lose in the gang fights - but Mojito did not entrust this black industry chain to Poland. Xueshu, even if the other party didn't accidentally see his secret, he was not prepared to entrust it to him.
The discarded former deputy was capable, but he had one flaw: he couldn't do anything for the Esposito family. The new subordinate who replaced Poland Xueshu was different. Although his ability was mediocre, he was loyal to his orders like a faith.
"The latest batch of medicine has been arranged for Master Quinn." Moji's personal physician reported the situation in a low voice, "He is currently in good condition, but... he is still slowly deteriorating."
"Thank you." Mojito nodded, knowing that his subordinates had tried their best.
That kind of drug treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Patients with advanced lymphoma cannot undergo actual surgical treatment. It will not only increase the patient's pain, but also cause the cancer cells to spread over a large area. The repeated chemotherapy treatments will rapidly weaken Quinn's physical condition. .
The drugs only improved Quinn's physical condition and allowed him to hold on through chemotherapy.
The doctor nodded: "There will be a way. The research institute you are paying attention to has launched a new targeted drug, and our team has formulated several plans, but we still need to use that drug to maintain..."
After understanding the situation from the doctor, it was already midnight when Mojito left the private hospital. He walked a long way and carefully distanced himself from the private hospital.
The night in City C is still very polarized. The central city is brightly lit and resplendent, while the suburbs and slums are submerged in darkness, as lonely as the most primitive eternal night.
Not wanting to let his weakness be coveted by his enemies, Mojito did not place Quinn completely in Central City, but in an unobtrusive private clinic somewhere at the junction of light and darkness.
The arms dealer waved casually to the front left, where his newly chosen deputy stood in the darkness, silent and like a shadow. After seeing his gesture, the deputy nodded slightly.
Ten seconds later, a semi-new car with an unparalleled price drove up in front of Mojito. The deputy got out of the car and opened the door for him.
Mojito sat on it.
"Go back to headquarters, Arthur," he ordered.
Arthur did not speak, but looked at him with a strange look. For the first time, Mojito felt an indescribable sense of oppression on his subordinates. Instinct screamed a warning, and Mojito, who was sitting in the driver's seat, tensed his muscles and reached for the gun on his waist.
Although he still doesn't know what happened, Mojito has relied on this instinct to face danger countless times to survive.
His elbow touched the shift lever, and then the muzzle of the gun was accurately aimed at his "deputy hand", and the bullets shot out in the next second. Mojito didn't know if there was another ambush in the car, so he rolled down the driver's seat and ran to the bushes nearby.
At this moment, an indescribable numbness swept through his body, and the mojito fell limply to the ground.
