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Chapter 436 Rye Whiskey? You think I'd believe your...two loads of nonsense?
—The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's technological upgrades have exceeded expectations.

Curaçao had to admit that she had underestimated her opponent to some extent this time.
As a result, she now had to break through numerous encirclements and checks in order to leave the area near the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, which took her a lot of time. She only succeeded when a police car from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department drove from the Beika Municipal Building and then turned back.

Ding, ding, ding.

The caller ID rang, and Curaçao took out her phone, quickly pressed the answer button, and then Rum's voice came from the other end of the line. The black-clad organization's second-in-command asked...
"I heard you were in big trouble. Are you out of danger now?"

Upon hearing this, Curaçao replied,
"I have left the investigation area."

"However, the Japanese Public Security Bureau within the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department arrived faster than I expected, and it was almost impossible for Inspector Zenigata of the International Criminal Police and officers from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to come to our aid without any explosions or other noises."

Curaçao's brow furrowed slightly.

She had now removed her wig and contact lenses, thrown them in the trash, and started riding a motorcycle towards the agreed-upon location with Ireland, answering as she did so.
"Rum, all of this seems too abnormal, as if it were all arranged by someone."

“I only have time to look at the names of the six codenamed members on the first page, but these codenamed members are almost certainly not moles from other intelligence organizations—I will give you their names now.”

On the other end of the phone, Rum sounded a bit strange.
He didn't understand what it meant to be "almost impossible" to be a mole from another intelligence organization. Where in the Black Organization would there be such a person? Unless it was his, Vermouth's, or that person's code name written on it, it was impossible for such a thing to happen!

Then, Rum coughed and said...

"Read it out loud. It would be good if we could find six moles."

"I'd like to see which codenames you say are almost impossible to be moles."

Upon hearing this, Curaçao then spoke.

"Gin, vodka, tequila, Calvados, Chianti, Cohen."

rum:?

Gin? Really? Gin is the mole?

And it's not just Gin; is Gin's entire four-man group a mole? Isn't that a bit too outrageous? Is the list you have real or fake? Did you make a mistake?

Rum fell into deep thought.
Indeed, when Gin was the first name read on the list of traitors, it was hard not to doubt the authenticity of the list. If Rum hadn't known that Curaçao wouldn't lie to him, he would have suspected that Curaçao was using this opportunity to eliminate dissidents.

Moreover, just as Curaçao said, this operation was too suspicious.

Normally, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and the International Criminal Police Department wouldn't react that quickly, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's firewall for classified data wouldn't be that strong. In this situation, there's usually an inside mole.

Rum believed he wasn't the mole.

As Curaçao was his deputy and confidant, it was clear that Curaçao wouldn't be the mole. So, could the mole be Ireland? That didn't seem likely either. Ireland had already become the head of the Tokyo area; why would he be a mole for a mere basket? He had already reached the bottom of the ladder.

With such good treatment, why would someone become a mole? How much did the intelligence organization give Ireland?
—If Ireland wasn't the mole, then who was?
As Rum pondered, he heard Curaçao say,
"I encountered a somewhat familiar-looking person inside the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department; it was he who held me back, preventing my immediate escape. Therefore, Ireland needed to use Osprey attack helicopters for rescue—"

"That person has an outstanding appearance, a handsome face, a tan complexion, and blond hair." Before the words were finished, Rum asked directly.
You mean bourbon whiskey?

Bourbon whiskey...?
Curaçao recalled comparing her impression of bourbon whiskey with the somewhat indistinct features of a Japanese public security officer at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and then answered without hesitation,
"That's right, it's bourbon whiskey."

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An hour later, the Black Organization's temporary local headquarters in Tokyo.

Ireland sat at the table, while Curaçao sat in a chair beside him.
Two high-ranking members of the Black Organization, codenamed "Bourbon Whiskey," stared at the handcuffed man before them, a hint of doubt flickering in their eyes—because if Bourbon Whiskey was a member of the Japanese Public Security Bureau, he should know that his identity had been exposed.
In this situation, how dare bourbon whiskey obey Ireland's orders and come to its temporary headquarters? They're courting death!

Ireland frowned and asked in a low voice,

"Bourbon Whiskey, tell me, where were you and what were you doing when the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was attacked?"

"She told me that she personally saw you with Japanese police officers at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, blocking her from leaving, and even fighting with her. Do you think that's true?"

Although he said it that way, and sounded like he was asking a question,
In reality, Ireland had already taken out his pistol and was wiping the gun with a handkerchief, as if he were about to pull the safety and shoot Bourbon Whiskey in the head.

Faced with the immediate crisis, Bourbon Whiskey's mind raced. He already had a contingency plan, and had even spoken about it.
"I am not one of the people in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department!"

"Ireland, as I mentioned before, I'm investigating matters related to rye whiskey that may have appeared in Tokyo. I can say with certainty that the people who attacked Cohen and Chianti were rye whiskey!"

"It's the same tonight. I've never been to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. That person wasn't me!"

Ireland and Curaçao exchanged a glance.
They didn't believe Bourbon Whiskey at all. Ireland even pressed a pistol against Bourbon Whiskey's forehead, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said bluntly...

"You're saying that wasn't you? Tell me, why wasn't that you?"

"If it's not you, then who is it in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department? Out of respect for you being my deputy, I'll give you a heads-up: don't say anything that insults my intelligence, or I guarantee you'll suffer a terrible death!"

Bourbon's expression shifted slightly, while Ireland's finger was already on the trigger as he spoke.

"Rye whiskey? You think I'd believe a lie from a Japanese public security officer like you..."

The next moment, the door to the temporary headquarters was kicked open.

Gin, his arm bandaged and carrying a gun case, appeared at the door alongside Vodka. The most hardworking member of the Black Organization, codenamed [name omitted], glanced at Ireland, who appeared to be executing a mole, and then spoke.
"The wanted rye whiskey has appeared! Come with me to take it down! Cowards are better off not coming!"

Ireland:?

Oh? You're talking about rye whiskey too? Are all of you traitors using the same story? The KGB of the Red Alliance, huh? You don't think I'd believe your nonsense, do you?

　Unfilled chapters: 1055 + 7 - 8 = 1066

　　
　
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