Coroner Ke Xue

"Did I only faint for a while?"

"Well I thought I slept for a long time."

Curacao’s head is still a little dizzy:

"It feels like"

"It's been the same for centuries."

"Haha." Belmod didn't show any flaws, but gently touched her forehead: "It should be the reason for the injury on your head, right?"

"Sorry, I hit you too hard before."

"." Curacao wanted to say something, but couldn't.

She just looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in front of her indifferently:

"Belmod."

This was the Thousand-Faced Witch who almost took her life.

But facing Belmod at this time, Curaçao didn't have the instinctive disgust and vigilance he had before.

She even felt

Staying with Belmode made her feel at ease.

It was like meeting an angel who was radiating light.

Why am I experiencing this change?

The thought flashed through Curacao's mind.

An answer quickly popped into her mind:

Of course it's because she is no longer the person she was before.

And Belmode is no longer the cold-blooded and ruthless Witch with a Thousand Faces.

It turns out they are all the same kind of people.

People who yearn for light in the darkness.

It's just that Belmode took a step ahead of her, and with her care, trust and companionship, he awakened the real her.

"Belmod., Mr. Lin"

"Thanks."

"Thank you." Belmod smiled easily: "No need to say these polite words."

"We will all be a family from now on."

"A family?"

Curacao chewed on the unfamiliar vocabulary.

That warm feeling came back to me.

The Belmod and Lin Xinyi in front of her made her feel close to her from the bottom of her heart.

And Miss Mori, Dr. Agasa, those lovely children.

She finally had someone worth caring about.

Curacao's expression became even more bewildered.

And Belmod introduced her to her at the right time about the situation of her "new home":

"Curaçao, I know you may still have doubts:"

"Why would I betray the organization?"

"Why am I acting with the Metropolitan Police Department's management officer?"

"Actually, this is all because of..."

Belmode slowly revealed her and Lin Xinyi's identities, the reasons why they betrayed the organization, and their plan to completely destroy this evil organization.

There is almost nothing to hide.

Because the simulation results in the "Cocoon" world have told them that Curacao is definitely worthy of trust.

From what Noah's Ark read, her memory of living in the organization as a killing tool was always filled with suffocating pain.

Like a little girl who was about to freeze to death on a dark snowy night.

So as long as it makes her feel warm, even if it's just a small match, she can't wait to hug it.

He rebelled after only half a day in the park. It’s really not because Noah’s Ark’s brainwashing skills are too strong.

But Curacao couldn't survive in the first place.

Even without those children, she would have made a similar choice sooner or later.

"So, do you understand?"

Belmode briefed Curaçao on the entire situation.

Curacao also quickly adapted to its new identity:

"That's it. It turns out that Mr. Lin is the mysterious 'Chartreux'."

"This time Gin and his friends were surrounded and ambushed by the CIA and Japanese police, and it was all your fault."

"I see."

After sorting out the cause and effect, Curacao quickly showed the ability of a top female agent.

Without Belmode explaining it clearly, she understood the task she needed to complete on her own:

"The organization suffered a big loss this time. Both Gin and Rum realized that there was an undercover agent among the cadres involved today."

"So, next we have to hand over an 'undercover'."

"Otherwise, if this undercover agent is not eliminated, the hidden danger will still remain——"

"Rum will never show up again without fear."

"That's right." Belmod nodded approvingly: "If Rum wants to be an undercover agent, then we will give him an 'undercover agent'."

"And this undercover agent."

"Surely it's not Bourbon and Kiel?"

"Otherwise you wouldn't have gone out of your way to stop me and bring that undercover list back to the organization."

As he said that, Curacao smiled tacitly.

When she saw the undercover list before and learned that Bourbon, Kiel, and Aquavit were all undercover, she was instinctively nervous.

Well now, she has become an undercover agent.

Looking around, the organization is actually filled with "our own people."

"Since Mr. Lin, you don't want those real undercover agents to suffer."

"Then we can only hand over a fake undercover agent to Rum."

Speaking of this, Curaçao was a little curious:

"Who are you targeting, Cohen or Chianti?"

"neither."

Belmode shook his head:

"It's vodka."

"Vodka?" Curacao frowned.

She instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the choice:

"Let Vodka take the blame."

"Maybe Mr. Rum will believe it."

Because to Rum, a high-ranking man, vodka is just an individual driver with no merits.

Apart from his driving skills, his only bright spot is his loyalty.

Now even that loyalty is questionable for Vodka.

It would be better to abandon him then.

He was immediately arrested and tortured.

If you confess, you will be shot.

Even if he doesn't plead guilty, he will be shot - in order to eliminate hidden dangers.

This is the consistent way organizations deal with insiders.

Mr. Rum will definitely choose this.

"But gin is different."

Vodka is insignificant in the eyes of rum, but it is of great significance in the eyes of gin.

Vodka, that.

Those are his siblings!

Let him kill his brothers?

I'm afraid it's not enough to just slap the hat on.

Need to add ingredients.

"Even if I reported to the superiors that Vodka was an undercover agent, Gin would never believe it."

"He will definitely do everything possible to investigate the truth of this matter and verify whether what I said is true."

Curacao frowned worriedly:

"And my 'disappearance' during this period may also attract Gin's special attention."

"What if he really finds out something?"

"Then the situation may not be good."

"It doesn't matter." Belmod smiled preparedly: "Gin does this because he still has illusions about vodka."

"In that case, we just need to add more fire to the vodka and completely dispel the illusion of gin."

"This" Curacao vaguely realized something: "You want to make a fuss about vodka?"

"But vodka should be tightly controlled by the organization now, right?"

"That's right, but..."

Belmode smiled even brighter:

"Curaçao, you know the guy who's looking after the vodka now."

"Who are they?"

Black organization stronghold.

At this time, Cohen Chianti was still lying in the hospital bed.

Vodka is still locked up in the "little dark room".

Gin was wandering around like a headless fly again in order to find an important witness in Curaçao.

Therefore, the only cadres currently in charge of the stronghold are...

Bourbon, Keele, Ireland.

Three guys who are also suspected of being undercover.

Yes, the three of them are also suspects in today's undercover incident, and logically they should be placed under surveillance.

But now, two of the senior cadres deployed by the organization in Tokyo have been injured and one has been imprisoned. Rum dare not show up, Curacao is missing, Gin is busy looking for Curacao, and Lin Xinyi and Belmode still need to Perform latent missions.

There is really no other manpower.

It is said that because of the severe fighting situation on the Japanese side, high-level combat power is insufficient.

Mr. Rum has urgently mobilized a group of elite soldiers and generals from organizational branches around the world to support us.

For example, London’s Stout, Toronto’s Aquavit, Berlin’s Riesling, and New York’s Calvados

They are all the most capable, powerful, loyal and "business backbones" with the highest KPIs in the organization.

Unfortunately, time is too tight.

Even if they fly over overnight, they still have to arrive in Tokyo tomorrow.

So at this moment, this stronghold can only be guarded by Bourbon, Kiel and Ireland.

Fortunately, there are three of them.

In Gin’s view:

Even if there is really an undercover among the three of them.

It's impossible for all three of them to be undercover, right?

Therefore, if the three people stay at the stronghold together, they can be vigilant and supervise each other to achieve self-management of the suspect.

Gin thought so.

And Bourbon, Kiel, and Ireland, they think so too.

So after Gin left, the three of them sat in the lounge with their eyes wide open, each with their own secrets and a stalemate.

"Bourbon, Kiel, why are you so nervous?"

"Why don't we have some drinks together?"

Ireland is the most peaceful place.

Anyway, he is not afraid of Curacao or the Japanese police's undercover list.

"Oh, I'm not nervous."

Miss Keel also smiled calmly:

"The only one who seems to be nervous is Mr. Bourbon."

She looked at Bourbon subtly:

"You've been watching the TV news since before."

"What are you looking forward to? News that can reassure you?"

"Hmph." Bourbon snorted disdainfully:

Damn CIA agents

Are you still thinking about watching the fire from the other side?

I didn’t expect you to be on the undercover list too!

I don’t know if Gin ever found Curacao.

What happened to the previous news that identified Vodka as an undercover agent?

Could it be that the Japanese police were using this method to help him clear away suspicion?

However, the unwise and risky choice of placing the blame on Vodka, the most trusted loyal dog, does not seem like the work of the Japanese police.

Could it be that the news is true and Vodka is really a mole? ?

There are just too many problems.

Bourbon was worried.

And at this moment, jingle bell bell bell bell bell

The quiet air was suddenly broken by a burst of cell phone ringing.

The phone rang in Ireland.

"Huh?" Bourbon and Keir all looked over at the same time:

"Who called?"

"This" Ireland's heart suddenly sank.

Because he already recognized the number on the caller ID:

"Mr. Noah."

"Damn it. How could Mr. Noah call at this time!"

Isn’t this a scam?

Now he is still being monitored by Bourbon and Kiel.

If this phone call is connected, these two organizational lackeys can hear Mr. Noah’s suspicious mechanically synthesized voice.

He, Ireland, has to answer here.

You have to sacrifice yourself on the first day of turning from darkness to light!

"What, you won't answer?"

The expressions of Bourbon and Keir both became subtle.

They all play their roles perfectly:

"Ireland, you're not afraid, are you?"

"Afraid? Haha"

"I don't even recognize this number, what am I afraid of?"

"It's probably another sales call to sell insurance."

Ireland sneered inwardly.

He knew that not answering the phone would only make him appear more suspicious.

"Then you still won't answer?"

Ireland:"."

If he accepted it, he would probably be doomed.

It is despair that lies in Ireland's heart.

But at this moment, jingle bell bell bell bell bell

Bourbon's and Keir's cell phones unexpectedly rang at the same time.

The two people who were playing the role of cadres of the evil organization were suddenly stunned.

They took out their mobile phones and saw that the person calling them was:

"Same number?"

Both Mr Bourbon and Miss Keele looked shocked.

They looked at each other.

Finally, after hesitating, he cautiously answered the number.

"Hello, Mr. Bourbon, Miss Keel, and Mr. Ireland."

"Don't be nervous, everyone."

A strange mechanically synthesized male voice slowly sounded:

"Actually, Gin has installed a hidden camera in the lounge where you are to monitor you remotely."

"So I can see, so I know:"

"Everyone present is our own people."

"Everyone can speak freely——"

"The Gin side will only see the fake surveillance footage I provided and will not know what we are doing."

Bourbon, Kiel: "???"

The other party completely shocked them with just a few words.

There is a remote camera installed in the lounge, and they are actually aware of it.

But the other party said that he "can see"?

what does that mean?

Has Gin's communication network been remotely invaded by this mysterious person without even realizing it?

If this is true, then how terrifying the other party's intelligence and technical capabilities must be.

"As expected of Mr. Noah!"

Ireland cheered in her heart.

No wonder Mr. Noah called him suddenly.

It turns out that all this was part of that adult's plan?

But why did he make this call?

Why did even Bourbonkill, the two organization lackeys, receive the call together?

etc.

Ireland reacted suddenly:

"Are all of us here our own people?"

"This, what does this mean?"

"Literally." Noah replied calmly: "Actually, they are all the same as you."

"??!" Before it could explain in detail, Bourbon and Keir quickly looked at Ireland: "Do you know Ireland?"

"I" Ireland still wanted to deny it.

But Noah has already generously admitted:

"Yes, we know each other."

Ireland's expression stiffened instinctively.

Bourbon's eyes became increasingly wary.

But Miss Keel quickly glanced at Bourbon, then fiercely pointed at Ireland and pulled out her pistol:

"Ireland, what are you planning?!"

There was endless murderous intent in her eyes.

Just like a trumpet gin.

"Stop acting, Miss Keel."

"No, Miss Ehai, the head of the CIA."

Noah revealed Kiel's identity in one go.

Ms. Gere's Oscar-level performance was instantly paused.

"Do not worry--"

"As I said, we are all our own people."

"Mr. Ireland, Officer Rei Furuya, please stop pretending."

"We're all undercover anyway, why can't we have a nice talk?"

Kiel, Bourbon, Ireland: "."

There was a deathly silence.

"Are you undercover?!"

Bourbon looked at Ireland in disbelief.

"Are you an undercover agent too?!"

Ireland looked at Bourbon in disbelief.

"Are you all undercover??"

Keir looked at the two of them in disbelief.