"So no matter how complicated the plan is, it's just a sack." Kawakami whispered.
In fact, after taking over the position of deputy, it was easy for Kawakami to make mojitos.
But in the end, he chose the time when the other party went to a private hospital, because at this time Mojito would deliberately cover his whereabouts, and would not be discovered even if he disappeared for a few more hours.
Kawakami dragged the arms dealer into the car and tied him to the passenger seat. It takes time for the neurotoxin plus anesthetic antidote to take effect, so Kawakami couldn't wait to pull out a bag from the corner.
Then I started eating lemon candies happily until less than half of the bag was consumed.
"Are you awake? Are you thinking about how to take action? Mr. Esposito, there's no point in pretending to be asleep in front of me." He said without raising his head, "It's been so long since I joined the company and we haven't had a good chat yet. , today is a good time.”
In the passenger seat, Mojito, who was pretending to be unconscious, opened his eyes.
The muscles on his face were trembling, and his expression was a mixture of anger at being betrayed and a little confusion. After a few beats, Mojito finally reacted:
"You're not Arthur!
"
Kawakami Ji sighed: "Sir, don't you believe that I will betray you?"
For a moment, Mojito wavered slightly in his judgment.
The young man who kidnapped him in front of him was no different from Arthur Esposito. His body shape, face, and even his subconscious movements and oral habits were exactly the same...
If he wasn't Arthur who could he be? Is there a ghost that can put on human skin and replace the other person? Could it be a clone?
But Mojito still believed in his lightning-fast judgment. Arthur was a member of Esposito's family, and he was trained by Mojito. But when I looked at him before, the dark aura at that moment couldn't be him!
Even deliberately making him stressed was part of the other party's plan - there was probably a poisonous needle placed on the car's gear lever or somewhere else. Looking back now, Mojito probably got hit when he pulled out his gun.
"Stop pretending, who are you?" he asked coldly.
In fact, he didn't deliberately pretend to be a ghost, but Belmode's disguise technique was indeed a dimensionality reduction blow to these unseen mission targets...
Kawakami took his time and stuffed another lemon candy into his mouth, finally regaining his original voice.
"You are very nervous now. It seems that it is not just because your life depends on my thoughts...or because of Quinn? I hold your lifeline, don't I?"
Kawakami looked at Mojito's expression, but couldn't help but turn on the mocking mode.
"Although you Italian gangsters place great emphasis on blood ties, if you die, no one else in the entire Esposito family will have to worry about a terminally ill lymphoma patient."
"To be honest, the more something is lacking, the more emphasis is placed on it. This is just like the heinous copper smelting habit of Country A. The punishment is harsh because of the large quantity."
"You like to sanctify the identity of the Mafia... But with all due respect, the declaration of family supremacy is nothing more than a cover-up for fratricidal power struggles. The existence of the law of silence itself explains the endless stream of informers..."
In fact, this was also the flaw of Mojito. He believed too much in blood, so he thought that Arthur Esposito, who was from the same family as him, would have no problem. Kawakami succeeded in sneaking into a private hospital.
This man knew more than he knew, Mojito gritted his teeth as he finally slowly recalled who owned the timbre.
"You are Kashasha."
"Actually, according to the voice-changing ability I showed before, I can be anyone, but you guessed it right." Kawakami smiled, "I am indeed Kashasha, a person who has died in the game between you and Cointreau Cannon fodder.”
…………
After being honest with Mojito, Kawakami simply took off his human skin mask. After all, it was still quite uncomfortable to wear. Mojito looked at this scene with a gloomy expression, knowing that something must have happened to the real Arthur.
"I don't intend to kill you." The gray-haired young man said, "To be honest, my real target is Jundu, so we are a united front."
Mojito didn't say anything, he didn't fully understand the situation. But he already knew where his biggest mistake was - he completely underestimated the magical powers of the members of the organization's codename, and even his ability to disguise himself was unheard of.
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"Have you ever been curious about who is the force secretly selling drugs behind the scenes? Well, you must have looked for it. After all, life-saving drugs are definitely more secure in your own hands. It was only in the end that you discovered that the water It’s deeper than I thought before.”
"I thought it was an official person," Mojito said.
"It's a good guess, but in this world, not only the government can sell or even monopolize a drug, but also our organization. The manufacturer behind the drug is actually Cointreau from the third branch."
Thinking about it this way, Cointreau really caught the sheep like Mojito and picked it up again and again...
Kawakami sympathized for a few seconds, not to mention that Esposito's arms industry had to pay fees to the Third Branch on a regular basis, and even the money for buying drugs privately was made.
"You want to keep me as evidence?"
Mojito is also a human spirit, so he naturally heard the implication of Kashasha's words: Cointreau must be operating drugs behind the back of the organization, so Kashasha needs his evidence to attack Cointreau.
"It's not just the evidence." Kawakamiji shook his head, "In fact, you are Jundu's scapegoat..."
"It is the mainstream speculation in the industry that the drugs come from the government. The former deputy you trusted is a CIA undercover, and there is a bottomless pit in the house that needs drugs all the time. Now that the organization is about to be liquidated, Cointreau will definitely kick you out."
If what Kashasha said is true, he may indeed be pushed out as a shield without any reason - but it is based on the condition of telling the truth.
Mojito quickly found the flaw in Kashasha’s logic:
"You really want me to stand on a united front with you, but it doesn't really matter whether I am used as a scapegoat. If your organization wants to liquidate its own members, does it still need the help of me, an outsider?"
"Are you treating yourself as an outsider, Mr. Mojito? Being a code member of the same organization... you don't have to be loyal, but it is necessary to fulfill your obligations."
Kawakami said lazily,
"So it's not a win-win, but an order. If you help me deal with Jundu, it can be considered as making up for the mistake. Otherwise, the organization will need to find a new person in charge of the arms trade."
"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing. Regarding that drug... after the organization recovers it, it can naturally continue to provide it to Quinn Esposito, or even better."
Mojito closed his eyes and nodded in agreement. No matter what the real choice was, under the current situation, he could only follow Kashasha's path.
"Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate~" the gray-haired young man said cheerfully, "I won't go back with you. It's not convenient. There is a better candidate here."
Kawakamiji waved his hand outside the window: "Millian, you can come out now."
