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“Open the window and throw this thing out, or we’ll all die,” Curaçao said expressionlessly.

“Throwing it outside would make too much noise. I think it’s better to detonate it here.” A maniacal smile appeared on Shinjo’s face.

Curaçao's facial muscles twitched slightly, and then she saw Shinjo throw the grenade into a nearby trash can, placing one hand on the lid.

With a muffled thud, the clothes and skin on his arm shattered, revealing an arm made of alloy.

Chapter 185 The Self-Awareness of a Tool

"A cyborg?" Curaçao finally understood why that guy was immune to bullets and where the feeling of hitting steel came from. This guy in front of her had probably undergone full-body modifications.

"What do you mean by 'modified human'? I was just injured and had some of my bones replaced with metal parts," Shinjo said with a smile. "I didn't keep you here until now just to chat. So, tell me, where is Yue Shui?"

"If I told you, would I still be alive?" Curaçao's face showed a mocking expression.

Koshimizu Nanatsuki's position can be said to be her last trump card. She is willing to risk her life to save an old man like Ochiai, let alone this girl with whom she has a close relationship.

"I asked you because it's more convenient for me," Xincheng said, looking at the woman. "If you don't want to tell me, I'll find out myself; it won't take much time anyway."

Curaçao's face darkened; she knew perfectly well that the cognac in front of her could deliver.

The value of information from the river will decrease over time; whether or not the information is handed over, it will ultimately be the same.

She knew that the cognac in front of her had no intention of letting her go. Admitting that she was the one who attacked Binga was tantamount to admitting that she was Jiang Xiaobai.

Moreover, those metal parts on this guy's body... at least she had never heard of any hospital with such a high level of medical expertise. The power behind Cognac might be even greater than the organization itself.

"What do you want in return for letting me go?" Curaçao asked, staring at the cognac.

"Do you think you still have a chance to survive?" Xincheng sat down directly on the ground, completely relaxed.

"What do you mean?"

"You and Binga must have come out together, right? He's dead, and you're back alive. What do you think Rum will do?"

“Your plan is clumsy,” Curaçao said, staring at the cognac. “I will not betray Rum.”

“I don’t like using schemes. What I just said was simply stating the facts.” Shinjo stretched. “Curaçao, you’re just a tool. As a tool, you should have the self-awareness of a tool. Tools can be replaced at any time. Rum used you simply because you were useful, and Rum got rid of you because…”

Xincheng didn't finish his sentence, but Curaçao already understood what he meant.

Once Rum finds a suitable replacement, he will simply replace himself.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Shinjo was right. Knowing Rum as she did, she knew that he was absolutely capable of doing something like that.

“How about joining us?” Shinjo said, looking at Curaçao in front of him. “Tell me what you know, such as why Binga found me. If I remember correctly, Vermouth should have reminded Rum to keep an eye on you.”

The information inside the research institute is very important; it's unlikely that Vermouth would be a traitor.

What Xincheng wants to know now is who knows he is a traitor, as this is related to his future plans.

“It was Binga’s own decision,” Curaçao said, taking a deep breath. “He suspects you are the one who attacked him because the attack was kept secret, and even his attending physician didn’t know the cause of his injury.”

Xincheng nodded. He had indeed been too hasty in this matter, but he hadn't expected Binga to be so patient as to not report such a thing.

"Why didn't he report the intelligence? Jiang Xiaobai's intelligence was enough for him to climb the ranks," Xincheng asked, kicking the corpse on the ground.

“He investigated your relationship with Vermouth and believed that even if the information was reported, it would ultimately be dropped due to that woman’s interference.” Curaçao thought for a moment. “The rest is just my speculation. He wants to capture you, collect evidence, and make this an irrecoverable case before reporting it.”

Xincheng nodded. It was indeed possible. As long as evidence that he was Jiang Xiaobai was found, even Vermouth would not be able to protect herself and might even be implicated.

By doing this, Binga not only eliminated his enemy but also slapped Vermouth in the face, which would certainly damage Vermouth's position and prestige within the organization.

He was a meticulous and shrewd guy, but unfortunately we weren't on the same side, and he's already dead now, so it's impossible to recruit him.

"Only the two of you know?"

"Rum had already ordered Binga to go to Frankfurt as soon as possible, and his coming here is a violation of orders."

"Give me the information about Koshimizu. After that, you stay in the research institute and don't go anywhere. Can you do that?" Shinjo took a medical kit from the wall. "Can you do that?"

Curaçao stared at Shinjo, who was treating Ochiai, and remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Okay."

"By the way, how did you come up with your disguise?" Shinjo suddenly thought of something.

Within the Black Organization, Vermouth is probably the only one capable of disguise. If Vermouth were to side with them, the situation would become rather unfavorable.

“Vermouth used disguise on me, and I remember how to use it.” As Curaçao spoke, she wrote it on a sticky note and handed it to Shinjo.

Shinjo stood up from Ochiai's body. Binga had been ruthless; his arm and ribs were broken. Fortunately, he didn't have hemothorax or pneumothorax, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Thinking of this, he looked at Binga beside him. Binga was now a corpse, and looking at the corpse gave him a headache.

Although he knew many ways to dissolve a corpse, knowing is one thing, actually doing it is another.

"Leave this guy's body to me," Curaçao said directly.

"Give it to you?" Shinjo looked at Curaçao with a strange expression.

He glanced at Curaçao, then at Binga's corpse on the ground, considering whether to give Binga's body two more blows to prevent him from faking death.

“I agreed to join you. Would you believe me if I didn’t offer a pledge of allegiance?” Curaçao seemed to see New Town’s doubts and explained.

"To turn against a former comrade-in-arms, you..."

"I'm just a tool; I don't have those kinds of feelings."

A smile crept across Shinjo's lips; those words held a lot of meaning. But he didn't care. He simply handed over the matter of Binga to Curaçao and led Old Man Ochiai to the medical room.

After settling Mr. Ochiai in, Shinjo wanted to install a lock on the door as an extra layer of security for him.

Just then, he felt someone grab his forearm.

"Uncle Ochiai? What's wrong?" Shinjo asked with concern, looking at Ochiai on the hospital bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel alright, but I want to retire." Ochiai sighed. "If this happens twice more, my old bones will be broken, with pistols and grenades."

Chapter 186 Gunfight on the Mountain Road

"You should have told me you were awake sooner. I was worried for so long," Xincheng said with a smile.

When he was examining Ochiai earlier, he noticed that Ochiai was already awake, but he didn't say anything because Curaçao was there.

"So, regarding retirement..."

"After this is over, I'll arrange your retirement," Xincheng said with a smile. "I won't let you get involved in such dangerous things again."

"That's good, that's good." Director Ochiai's face showed a relieved smile; he was truly afraid.

After settling Mr. Ochiai in, Shinjo went straight to the underground parking garage and headed to the address written by Curaçao.

Upon arriving at the destination, he discovered two foreigners from a black-clad organization guarding the door of Yue Shui's room. They were likely Binga's subordinates. Without any ceremony with them, he sent them directly to meet their maker.

On the mountain roads of Gunma, Masaaki Okakura and Yusuke Sakata's car weaved through the police blockade at an extremely tricky angle and sped away. Once their two cars were gone, the police immediately began redeploying.

"Everyone get ready, those guys are coming," a middle-aged man said with a dark face. "We can't let them get away, we have to leave them here."

At that moment, Vodka also noticed something was wrong. Two police cars had suddenly appeared behind them, and there were also police car lights in front of them. It seemed that they were blocked in the middle of the road.

Just then, the Toyota driven by Tequila suddenly swerved to the side, and at the same time, gunshots rang out.

The two policemen at the front fell to the ground instantly, both shot in the chest and incapacitated.

The other officers' expressions changed; they hadn't expected the other officer's marksmanship to be so accurate, taking out both of them right away.

The middle-aged man in the lead directed his companions to move the wounded to the back while he began to return fire at the enemy.

Tequila looked terrible. Anyone could tell from this situation that they had fallen into a trap.

Vodka then swerved the car sideways and squeezed out from the other side, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand to call Gin for help.

“Boss, the situation has changed.” Vodka said nervously, “That Okakura Masaaki may have realized that we’re going to kill him. He’s switched sides with the police. We’re stuck on the mountain road and have already exchanged fire with those guys.”

As he was speaking, a stray bullet shattered the window of the Toyota, forcing Vodka to duck to avoid the bullets while simultaneously returning fire with his own pistol.

"Wait!" Gin's voice was calm, as if he had heard something trivial.

"What?" Vodka hadn't even finished speaking when the other end of the line hung up.

He stared blankly at his phone, while at that moment, Tequila, under the cover of his companions, had already climbed into the trunk from the folded-down back seat, and took out two Remington rifles, several boxes of ammunition, and hand grenades.

The situation is not good for the police. The firefight has just begun, and five officers have already been taken down. Fortunately, they are all fully equipped with protective gear and are not in life-threatening danger.

"Boss, these guys over there don't seem to be ordinary thugs. Their marksmanship is terrifying, and their firepower is fierce," an officer said while changing a magazine.

"Nonsense, if they were just ordinary bandits, would we even need to fight them? Hold on, I've already requested reinforcements." The square-faced middle-aged man said into his phone, "Kazama, how long until reinforcements arrive? We've already lost seven or eight of them."

"Get down! It's a grenade!" a police officer suddenly shouted.

The middle-aged man looked up and saw a black object flying towards them, but its aim was poor, and it landed about a meter in front of a police car.

The next second, a massive shockwave spread out, and the two police officers behind the car were instantly knocked unconscious by the shockwave, their fate unknown.

What terrified the middle-aged man even more was that those guys actually poked their heads out from behind the car with shotguns and began to return fire.

"Those useless bastards, didn't they say they'd found the smuggling route?" The middle-aged man looked at the two shotguns, his teeth itching with rage. "Is this their work?"

Just then, Kazama's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Village, can you hear me? Prepare to evacuate." Kazama's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"You bastard, do you know what you're saying?" the middle-aged man yelled into the walkie-talkie. "We finally managed to corner them, and we're unlikely to have another chance like this, and besides..."

"The radar just showed an aircraft with an unidentified code flying towards your area. Judging by the speed, it should be a helicopter, and it's very likely their helicopter." Kazama's voice sounded somewhat impatient.

"Then shoot it down, it's just a helicopter!"

"It's very likely an armed helicopter. They have a precedent of using armed helicopters in the Twilight Villa case."

"What about the Self-Defense Forces?"

"Two F-16s have been scrambled to intercept them. The Self-Defense Forces are not willing to open fire until they are sure of the other side's identity."

"Isn't it already confirmed?"

"There is no evidence."

"Bastards, they're all bastards!" someone cursed in the village. "How much longer? How long until that bastard gets here?"

"Ten minutes."

"Everyone, don't hold back your bullets, fire! Don't stop until I say stop!" The villager immediately gave the order to his men.

Suddenly, the police's firepower intensified significantly, and even the Tequila and Vodka, who had initially relied on their weapon advantage to suppress the enemy, found it difficult to cope.