Chapter 624 Sister Bei: I Don’t Mind if It’s Bourbon.
Toru Amuro sighed. He knew that he had missed this great opportunity. He could not let Mescal notice his behavior, so he could only choose a tactical retreat first.
It doesn't matter, it's down to zero, you still have many opportunities.
Toru Amuro turned off the lamp in the room, then turned and left.
After the door clicked and locked, the man who was lying on the bed sleeping peacefully suddenly slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were as bright as glass under the moonlight, and they contained a shocking melancholy.
Zero, I'm sorry, it's far from the day when we can recognize each other. Now I can only be mezcal, I can only be Asano Nobushige, not... Morofuku Kagemitsu.
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After Fangtani Rei left the hotel, he did not immediately give up the information here.
As soon as he returned to his residence, he turned on his computer, logged into the organization's intranet using Bourbon's account, and inquired about Mescal's recent missions.
Mezcal's authority is higher than that of Bourbon, so not all missions can be seen. But coincidentally, today's operation against the painter was not classified as confidential, so he found out immediately.
It's just that Fangtani Rei read the mission over and over again, retrieved the painter's information and read it again and again, but he still couldn't find anything weird.
The mission was normal. The target planned to escape after receiving benefits from the organization. Mescal was ordered to execute him and retrieve the template for the counterfeit money. Not to mention Mescal, Rei Fukiya himself had participated in many such things when he was Bourbon, although his main job was usually the collection of intelligence.
It was just a normal execution task, so why on earth did Mescal get so confused that he even came to meet his colleagues for a drink? Just like a real social animal.
Speaking of which, if the organization was just an ordinary company, he and Mescal might really be able to go to an izakaya for dinner after get off work like today.
Because Jiang Guling was distracted, the computer screen automatically closed.
Seeing this, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brow.
He didn't understand the abnormality on Mescal's side, and his heart was always empty. This state of affairs affected work too much, so Fangtani Rei decided to put aside the summary of the intelligence submitted to the public security for the time being and deal with the issue of Mescal first.
He glanced at the time, which was almost dawn, and dialed a number without even a moment's hesitation.
After a while, the phone was connected, and a sleepy voice came from the other end of the receiver: "Bourbon, you'd better give me a reasonable reason to explain that it's so late at night... ah no, maybe it's already early morning. He even called me to harass me."
"I heard that you know Mescal very well." Fang Guliu's voice became colder, and he got straight to the point, "I want to know the content of the mission he has performed recently."
In a certain corner of Tokyo, a graceful blonde was wearing only a silk suspender skirt. She leaned against the bed lazily and asked with interest: "Your tone reminds me of some not-so-good things. But you shouldn't be that kind of person, right, Bourbon?"
Hearing this, Jiang Guling was secretly frightened, but that was all. Rei Fukiya admitted that his call to Belmod was indeed a gamble. But compared to being spied on by someone, the matter of Mescal is obviously more important.
"Don't tell me you're not interested in him." Fangtani Rei sneered, "I'm just giving you an excuse to investigate him."
Belmode raised his eyebrows, but did not refute: "Who would have no interest in him? A member who had never left his name in the organization suddenly landed in Northern Europe and became the person in charge. Not long after, he came to Japan again and was forced to join the organization. He gave half of Gin’s authority. No one has been able to do this before with mezcal.”
The speed with which Mescal rose through the ranks often frightened a veteran like her.
Therefore, if it was Bourbon, Belmode wouldn't mind being used as a gun by him. Anyway, she would always have a chance to get it back.
"Leave it to me, half an hour at most, no, I will give you the answer in ten minutes." Belmod said these words with a smile, and then unilaterally cut off the communication.
Never underestimate the famous Witch with a Thousand Faces in the organization. Perhaps she is a little more tolerant towards her "godson" and "goddaughter". She does practice mysticism and basically does not participate in tasks that she is not interested in. But once the Thousand Faced Witch becomes serious, no one can escape her eyes.
Ten minutes later, a piece of information that was far more detailed than Fangtani Rei's own investigation was found in Fangtani Rei's inbox.
Fangtani Rei sighed at the power of Belmod in his heart while browsing the contents of this document line by line.
Since he did not specify the specific time period that "recently" referred to when he asked, Belmode simply sent over nearly a month's mission schedule and even the action plan.
Looking at those few pages of text, Toru Amuro's originally calm expression gradually became unbearable.
Why does Mescal have so many fewer tasks than him? ? No wonder Mezcal is able to run a music classroom and detective agency on the side of organizational work! Who would have thought that the senior cadre who Belmod said took away half of Gin's power would only have this little daily work!
In this way, Asano Nobushige even asked Amuro Tohru to work overtime sometimes! Especially when Mrs. Yamada asked for extra classes, Asano Nobuhige never gave this task to anyone else!
When Fang Gu Ling calmed down a little and studied the contents of the document carefully, the questions in his heart became more serious.
Too normal.
Mescal's daily work is basically the same, including murder, arson, threats and extortion. Except for escorting a batch of drugs in a car not long ago, Mescal's life is boring.
Could it be that Mescal was really in a bad mood because he just killed someone today?
In fact, Fangtani Rei was very familiar with this painful feeling. What he really wondered was why Mescal would have emotional fluctuations because of this.
When they first joined the organization, in order to cut off potential newcomers like them, the organization basically arranged the task of executing the target personally within a short period of time. It was the first time he pointed his gun at a real life, the first time he felt the hot blood flowing through his fingertips. Even now when he thinks back to the original feeling, Jiang Guling will feel nauseated.
At that time, he met Belmod for the first time. The beautiful woman laughed at his cowardice and ended her life easily and casually. So Fang Gulii understood, he understood what he had to do now and in the future, and he also understood how heavy the burden was on his shoulders.
It is precisely because Jianggu Ling has seen so much in the organization over the years, and precisely because he understands himself and other members, that he is surprised.
Could Mezcal be undercover?